Foster 11: Dora

Way behind... here's some catch up (ketchup? cat sup?).


Dora was one of three in a litter that we took in, as well as her mother. She was the spunkiest of the bunch. This was our first cat fostering adventure, and we kept them in a side room that is really a remodeled garage. It helped keep the dogs out of 3 of the 4 litter boxes.

Dora, meanwhile, was a huge fan of sneaking into the house, darting between legs and running as fast as possible to various hiding spaces in the bedroom and office.

She was going to be named Kung Pow after my Uncle Scott's cat (we originally had her whole litter named with this theme). But, given her wanderlust (and Amanda's distaste for naming cats after Chinese food), she earned a name following the popular Spanish-speaking explorer.

Dora looks exactly like her mother. She's the only one in the litter to look even slightly similar, but I suspect, when grown, you won't be able to tell the difference between them.

Dora is a happy story! She was adopted after a stay with us and a couple weeks at the shelter.

Houseplants: The other white meat.

A Room of Hank's Own

"But, you may say, we asked you to speak about kittens and two-steps -- what has that got to do with a room of Hank's own?

...All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point -- a kitten must have catnip and a room of its own if it is to two-step; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of kittens and the true nature of two-steps unsolved."

Broken Nails

The other day, Hank lost a nail.

Two of them actually.

We found them embedded in Buddy's face.

This is Hank's second assault on Buddy, the first resulting in a wicked cut along Bud's neck.

10 lbs. of cat.

60 lbs. of pit bull.

But Buddy didn't seem to mind. Even with two claws hanging out of his face, he was play-bowing to the cat, looking a little bit meek. More than anything, Hank had hurt his feelings. The poor delusional dog just wants to be friends.

ExecuCat

Yes, indeed. Cats are evil geniuses hellbent on world domination. Hank is no exception. Today, my computer chair. Tomorrow, hair ball. Thursday, the world. (Friday, Starbucks.)

Three catnip mice...

Three catnip mice.
Three catnip mice.
See all their entrails.
See all their entrails.
They were intended for Hank the Cat,
Xena sliced them open like Mortal Combat.
Did you ever see a dog as vicious as that?
Three catnip mice.