• A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself. ~ Josh Billings
  • I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive. ~ Gilda Radner
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Farewell Maytag, beloved friend

Sad news. Maytag gave up his ninth life yesterday on the highway behind our house. We missed him when he did not come home, and today when I got home from work our neighbor told me she had seen him beside the highway. I retrieved his body from the roadside and we buried him by the pink azalea bushes under the oak tree. Donna put a marker and a rose on his grave. I put a rock. I don’t really know why; it just seemed the thing to do. We stood there a while, and quietly shed a few tears. It was a tender, sad, emotional moment for us.

Ever since that November night in 2008 when I fished him from the washing machine and dried him out, Maytag and I had a special bond. He was like the son (or maybe grandson) that I never had. He was all boy, constantly getting into predicaments and situations and always bringing a smile to my face.  If he was outside when I came home from work, he would hear my squeaky car and come running from wherever he was in the neighborhood to greet me.

He was a great hunter, and he loved to bring his trophies to our doorstep for us to admire.  Always true to his predator nature, he consumed his catches so they never went to waste.  We had a few mice in the house this winter, and of course Maytag proudly did his duty and caught most of them.

Maytag on patrol

Maytag had a regular route through the neighborhood. He would crisscross our quiet street, visiting each house in turn. All the neighbors knew and liked him. He let little two-year-old Cody across the street pet him, and he would catch moles in Mrs. Brooks garden, to her delight. He would work his way down the street to the creek at the bottom of the hill. And although he did not actually swim, he wasn’t shy about poking around the bank like a raccoon, looking for a frog or a snake to bring home and eat.

The most amazing thing Maytag did was accompany us when we walked the dogs. He would hurry up ahead, until he got just far enough. Then he would plop down in our path, roll over on his back, stretch, and wait. Just before we caught up to him he was up and away again. Whenever we passed by the Burch’s house, Maytag made a show of walking along the split-rail fence as if to say “bet you can’t do this!”

Another talent Maytag had was his ability to sleep in the most ridiculous and seemingly uncomfortable positions. He loved to find a sunny spot in the yard, but he especially loved to sleep on Donna’s heating pad when he was inside.

I was a little surprised at how much Maytag’s death affected me. After all, his siblings all went on before him, and I handled each of their passings pretty well. But Maytag was different. Although he was a just a little cat, he had a big heart and a big spirit. He brought us so much joy and laughter.


Maytag, buddy, we love you and we will miss you very much.


Watch your back!

Jake and Maggie warned me not to trust those felines!

Click the image above to see a hilarious thoughtful downright scary analysis of sinister feline behavior.

Credit: Matthew Inman.

A MoMo Breakthrough


It’s a miracle!  Tonight MoMo actually came to me and let me scratch behind his ears.  We’ve had him for about six weeks now, and he has been afraid of me the entire time.  Whenever he saw me he would run and hide.   He’s always friendly with Donna and the girls, but with me, forget it.  This was really beginning to hurt my feelings :(.

And then the magic moment came tonight.  MoMo just sauntered over and jumped up on the ottoman right in front of me.  Surprized, I gently reached out and gave him a tickle behind the ears.


Oh wow!  I was so excited that he finally overcame his fear and trepidation.  I rubbed his head and scratched his ears for about ten minutes.  Then he had enough, I guess, and hopped down and went about his business.

Oh, and just so you know, MoMo seems to have gotten over his problem with inappropriate urination.

Pollen update

The wonderful thunderstorm last night did the trick!  The morning dawned bright and clean, with everything covered in sparkling raindrops.  The thick yellow dust of pollen that has covered everything for the past two weeks was  washed away.

During the storm last night there was a very loud thunderclap that seemed to happen directly over the house. It startled the humans, and really freaked out the cats. The dogs, however, scarcely even noticed. I found that odd, and would have thought their responses would have been exactly the opposite.

Oh well, what do I know?

MoMo does a No No

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Mowgli has been nicknamed MoMo, and he has been a bad kitty. The other day he decided to spray in the bathroom. When I got home from work, I was assaulted by the stench when I walked into the house. It didn’t take long to find the source of the odor – a towel on the bathroom floor. After removing it, cleaning the bathroom, and opening all the windows to air out the house, the foul smell dissipated. Now we have a new rule – MoMo can’t stay inside unsupervised.

Pet Microchips Cause Cancer?

x-ray of a microchip implanted in pet

I saw this alarming article today:

Dogs suffer cancer after ID chipping

The article describes some instances where dogs implanted with microchips have developed tumors at or near the implant site.  From the article:

That’s the question owners are asking after highly aggressive tumors developed around the microchip implants of two dogs, killing one and leaving the other terminally ill.  The owners – and pathology and autopsy reports – suggest a link between the chips and formation of fast-growing cancers.
A 5-year-old bullmastiff named Seamus died last month after developing a hemangio-sarcoma – a malignant form of cancer that can kill even humans in three to six months, explains privacy expert, syndicated radio host and best-selling author Dr. Katherine Albrecht.  Albrecht, an outspoken opponent of implantable microchips, has been contacted by pet owners after their animals experienced what they believe to be side effects from the procedure.
According to a pathology report, Seamus’ tumor appeared between his shoulder blades last year, and by September a “large mass” had grown with the potential to spread to his lungs, liver and spleen.  Seamus underwent emergency surgery, and doctors extracted a 4-pound, 3-ounce tumor from the dog.

It goes on to detail the case of a Yorkie that developed cancer between the shoulder blades where a chip was implanted.

While this article takes an alarmist tone,  and the “expert” cited obviously has an anti-microchip agenda,  it still concerns me a bit.   Not for my own dogs, because they do not have chips.  (I suspect that no shelter within 50 miles of our little town has even heard of microchips.)   However, I wonder if others might be unknowingly exposing their dogs to a cancer risk.

I suppose that it comes down to this:  pet owners should have the best information available to enable them to make an informed decision weighing the risks of the microchips against the benefits of possible recovery if the pet is lost.

What do you think about this?  Do any of you have any experience with pet microchips?  The comments section awaits your wisdom.

Oh, and just so you know, my dogs have collars with attached nameplates with contact information.  We may not have microchip scanners around here, but most of the local population can read and use a phone.

Click here for an excellent article about what information to put on a nameplate collar.


Meet Mowgli, the newest member of the family.  He was given to us by our friend Barbara, who lives just down the street and next to the creek.  She rescued Mowgli from an abandoned litter when the homeowner moved out.  Mowgli had been bitten by a spider on his throat and Barbara had the vet treat it.  That’s why he has the shaved spot on his neck.   Because she already has a lot of cats, she asked us if we would take him in, and we agreed.

For most of the first week Mowgli hid under the bed, and hissed at Daisy, Maytag, Jingles, and Mitzie when they came near.  But gradually his fear has subsided, and he is becoming more comfortable here with us.  He and Maytag have become best buds, and he will even jump into our laps for an ear rubbing session.

Mowgli looks a lot like Loner.   Sadly, Loner is no longer with us.  We don’t know her fate; she just vanished.  We lost Bit-Bit to the highway a few months ago, and Milo, that ol’ ramblin’ tomcat, eventually stopped coming home also.   So we were down to two cats, Maytag and his mom Mitzie, when Mowgli joined the family.

We are so happy to have him join our family.  He is a sweet and beautiful kitty.