Archive for the ‘Things I’d Never Thought I’d Do (Cat Version)’ Category


Cage Aux Folles

April 12, 2010

One of the tough things about fostering (aside from wanting to keep a lot of them), is the adoption events. If you want your foster to find his or her forever home (please let’s not call it the FURever home, okay?), then you have to take them to adoption events.

Well, that doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Frankly, it’s not. It’s pretty cool most of the time; I hang out with a bunch of cats and cat-people (they don’t look like cats, they just like cats), and I chat and I pet and I run errands in between. Not a horrible way to spend a Saturday. I don’t spend a lot of money, I do good deeds, and I get up off the couch and away from the television set. I should be running in Central Park, but okay. I’m not, I’m at an Adoption Event with my Fosters. Shut up.

Anyway. This weekend was not a good one for adoptions. Usually Anjellicle Cats has around three to eight adoption applications filled out, a few foster applications or volunteer sheets, and so forth. This weekend there were none. Nada. Zip. Not even THE KITTEN [adoption event photos by Lisa Douglas]…

Siphon the Kitten tries to attract someone... anyone.

I have mixed results at adoption events – I can go months without an adoption. I try not to take it personally. I generally have more adults attending than kittens, but to see a cutie like Siphon fail to pull in an application or two? Well, let’s blame it on the nice weather. Everyone was out running in the park. Shut up.

Trey tries to make a break for it. And fails.

Anyway, two of my fosters slept in the back of their cage and the other one… well, you can see from the photo what Trey was up to. He was so nervous and horrified that he was panting, open-mouthed, and mewling, when he wasn’t actively trying to chew his way out of the cage!

So many people asked what was wrong with him that I finally put him in his carrier and stuffed him in a dark place. Naturally, once we got home he was completely fine. Lolling about like usual, playing, eating, causing chaos, and smiling. Dammit, he was smiling.

I know he doesn’t want to be adopted, per se, as he doesn’t know how cool his new home will be with so much more attention and love. He is a big follower of the King, Indiana. He is an Indiana minion. But he can’t be that forever, he needs his own family and friends. So fine, he hates adoption events.

But did he have to smile, after getting back home? I couldn’t be mad at him, of course.

Billie and Sammy smile for the camera, but not for potential adopters.

Sammy and Billie, on the other hand, neatly napped in their cage all day, and were also in fine form once they got home. They’ll sing and dance for their supper, but not for the potential adopters.

While it’s true that I love these two most dearly, I know that they really need their own home, too. They’re too lovable not to have their own person(s). People think they are siblings, but they’re not. They just look quite a bit alike.

Sammy was also part of the photo shoot with Evan Kafka for the Mayor’s Alliance.

Check him out!

All Dressed Up

So we begin another week… me and my beautiful foster cats. One more week to enjoy their antics and their love. But next week! Another chance, and another Saturday, to try to see these guys happily adopted and cared for. Leaving me a little breathing room until the next needy feline New Yorker comes my way.


Lap Stalkers. Keyboard Walkers.

March 19, 2010

You know the type: the Lap Stalker. The cat that isn’t happy unless he or she is squarely in your lap.

I have at least four of these now – both Permanent Members and Fosters – plus other devious delinquents. Let me elucidate.

I’m working from home at the moment and let me tell you, the Lap Stalker and the Keyboard Walker are two of my least favorite cat attributes. They happen to be frequent personalities in my household, WHY WHY? What did I do to deserve this? Did I sprinkle catnip in the keyboard? No. Did I wear pants made of tuna fish? No. And no amount of “no!” will deter these characters.

Ninja Lap Stalker

Buck poses in the kitchen

This is Starbuck.

She is truly a ninja when it comes to Lap Stalking. All day long it was a game of cat and mouse with my lap. She would sneak up behind me, and slowly, slowly, slowly move her head toward my lap, under my arm, as if I wasn’t going to notice. At times I was involved with my work and didn’t notice that she was there, on my lap, snoozing away. Until I needed to shift in my seat, god forbid. Then I’d push her off and the game would begin again. It’s a major time waster and a distraction, dammit.

And how many brilliant words were lost to the untimely keyboard crosser (not to be confused with keyboard cat.) Then there was that time that River knocked over a full glass of wine straight into my laptop keyboard.

River wants ur fud

This is River. You can SEE the absolute deviousness of this animal as she stalks my food. I don’t know what she wanted with my wine, but clearly there was malice aforethought. Luckily, the guys at TekServe in Chelsea were able to save my stuff. But by that time, the inspiration for the long story I was working on was gone.

In short, my muse is susceptible to cat shenanigans. I’d better get back in an office pronto or it could erupt into an epic battle.

And we all know who would win.

[River is up for adoption at, click on “adoptable cats”. Starbuck is one of the Permanent Members.]


Kendra on the Katwalk

March 18, 2010
A shout out to mah peeps

A photoshoot with Evan Kafka to benefit rescue groups

I decided to take Kendra to the photo shoot held for rescue groups through the New York Mayor’s Alliance (make New York a no-kill city!). She is very photogenic, but largely uncooperative when the lights are flashing. Big surprise. So I worked with her. (Insert your own joke about fluffers here).

That’s me holding her up to try to get her in the damn shot. But it worked out pretty well.

More animal shots by  Evan Kafka are here.


Things I Never Thought I’d Do (Cat Version)

March 17, 2010

Open up 10 cans of cat food a day, scooping the contents into a variety of what was formerly my partyware, in which I served hors d’oeuvres to guests.