Gizmo’s first admirer happens to be a real dog. Holbein lives an artist loft and is named after Hans Holbein the Younger, court painter of Henry VIII. He’s only three months old, but he swears he can write, so we’re giving him a chance to be our first dogger (dog blogger). He’s growing up fast, so check back often.
This is one phone call you do not want to receive shortly after leaving your cat at the vet for a teeth cleaning:
“…we haven’t started the procedure yet, but the vet would like to speak with you about Gizmo’s blood work.”
My heart falls to the floor. I remain on hold for what seems like forever. In actuality, it was more like a minute.
I dropped Gizmo off at the clinic for a lion cut and teeth cleaning at 7:30 this morning. To begin with, I’m always nervous about her going under anethesia. (So is she. She was shaking when I left her.) (more…)
Back to the subject of the puddle in the bathtub. Better make that two puddles. As mentioned in a previous blog, there were extenuating circumstances surrounding the incident that led up to Gizmo mistaking the bathtub for a litter box—again.
First, let me back up a little. One of the major reasons why I started this blog is because the very idea a cat can be toilet trained is rather fascinating. But mainly it is because cats that aren’t litter-box perfect are too often abandoned to shelters. Indiscriminate elimination is one of the major reasons why they’re there, according the ASPCA. Of these, an estimated 71 percent are never re-homed. Instead, their fate is lethal injection according to a study 1997 study by National Counsel on Pet Population. I won’t go into the numbers; they’re way too depressing. (more…)