I never saw a purple cow
I never hope to see one
but I can tell you anyhow
I'd rather see than be one.
National Poetry Month 2013 ends next week.
Share a poem today.
No one can deny that puppies and kittens are cute. But the adult animals are the ones that really get to me. The ones with a long history. IF they could talk, what would they say? Would they bemoan their cast-off situation or would they say they are grateful for their temporary digs?
The poem conjured up memories of every cat I've been lucky enough to live with. Sidney, my college campus black kitten. Artie, the tiny long haired guy who made Sid look like a lion. Alvie, the scarred bruiser who went from sewer-pipe cat to best bed buddy-- ever. SamMelvin, the big orange tabby...the cat of my dreams. Dave, a boarder at the shelter until his elderly person died, my daughter's first true love. Bruce, the cat foster cat who picked me. ![]() |
| Flyer distributed to collect supplies for the League |
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| Members of Girl Scout Troop 379 (and one brother) delivering donations to WARL |
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| Girl scouts tour the medical center, including an up close and personal visit with one of the many cats waiting for a new home at the League. |
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| Hanna, in the classroom, mapping out her journey from Kuwait to Washington, D.C. |
The very first time I saw Candy Apple, she was a tiny pup, part of a large litter born in a hoarding situation in Arkansas. She and her mom and nine siblings were rescued by a national group and transported to WARL. Candy Apple, and her brother Funnel Cake, spent several hours in my office the day of a big adoption event. Sachin (see Sparky posts) and his family fawned over both pups and had a hard time deciding on just one. After a lot of going back and forth the family of four adopted Funnel Cake who grew into the very large and much-loved Sparky. Candy Apple was adopted shortly thereafter, but was returned to WARL before she was fully grown. Something was very different when she came back -- her timid personality did not resemble the outgoing pup that I remembered. But, several months later, the confident, happy-go-lucky, tail-wagging Juma (formerly Candy Apple) came for a visit. She adores her forever family and her forever family loves her. We love photo and email updates. It's even better to get in-person (in-dog?) visits.
Well it just takes a cat to move into the office to make me post two days in a row! The truth is I want to share Harold's progress with anyone who will listen. In less than 24 hours he has gone from an ornery ol' tom cat, extremely put out by his living arrangements in Kitty City, to an inquisitive young guy who, like many before him, quickly decided that desks -- especially piles of papers -- are for lounging. Trouble is the weekend. I won't be here, so Harold will have to spend Saturday and Sunday in Kitty City. I've been explaining that this Prince Charming routine of his, which he is turning on big-time, is his ticket to a real, honest-to-goodness forever home -- one where he will have a desk of his own and maybe share his bed with a human or two. Visit Harold (also known as Frosting) in Kitty City at the League this weekend. If he keeps turning on the charm he may have moved on before the weekend ends.
As always, we have lots of nice cats -- long haired cats, tabby cats, Siamese-mix cats, solid color cats, calico cats. Our cat room constantly reminds me of the classic 1952 picture book, Millions of Cats, by Wanda Gag. While we may not have millions of cats, our Kitty City is fully occupied. This guy, Frosting (who I am calling Harold) is not very happy living in Kitty City. I gave him a gentle pat and explained to him that his current situation sure beats pounding the pavement looking for his next meal. He reacted to my reasoning with a swift right hook to my outstretched hand. So, I said, "You don't like Kitty City, try my office!" At this moment he is sitting by my feet plotting his next move. I think he wants to be friendly and affectionate. But he is still stuck in his macho tomcat, I don't need you, routine. Unfortunately, I'm leaving in a few minutes, so he'll have to go back to Kitty City for the night. But, I've already warned him that when he comes back upstairs tomorrow he is going to begin a crash course in basic manners. A cat as handsome as he is should be a real affectionate guy.![]() |
| Ella (6) and Elias (13) chill with Fergus and Rue. |
The little dog, in the Zebra striped harness, was named Shortstack when she lived at the Washington Animal Rescue League. She spent three months at the shelter, after her rescue from a puppy mill, before finding her forever home. When I saw her self-assured photo this morning in an email update that read, Her name is now MeMe because we want her to think that her new life is now about "me me", I thought of Sam's poster with the sweet animal drawings and hard-hitting message. There are millions of dogs and cats in the world. Many of them are victims of animal cruelty. Don't let an animal you know become a victim. Little Me Me, once a victim, is now a much-loved family member in her forever home. Her guardian writes, she is "comfy on the couch with her blanket and on our bed by my feet at night to sleep. She likes to watch TV with me and play chase with my daughter. Adopting her has been one of the best decisions I've ever made."
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| I'm one cool cat! |
| Reinna's poster, modeled from Baltimore's Show Your Soft Side Campaign, includes quarterback RGIII as spokesperson. |
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| Fionna's exquisite life-like drawing of a cat catches your eye and then delivers an emphatic directive. |
And, what a treat to read about Carnival and see the picture of her at home with a huge rope toy of her very own. Pretty Carnival came to League as part of a terrible hoarding case. She was very protective of her newborn litter. The pups were outgoing, and people-centered. But Carnival remained fearful of people and came back to the shelter where she stayed for months. Even though staff and volunteers worked with her, she remained hesitant. That all changed shortly after she moved into her forever home. She is doing great - I hardly recognize her as the scared dog at the shelter, wrote a friend of Carnival's guardian. 
We LOVE, LOVE, LOVE updates. And, look who we heard from the other day. I miss having Donny or Jules sit on my desk, next to my keyboard while I'm working, but I am thrilled that they've not only found their forever home, but have completely settled in. Cats and beds go together like peanut butter and jelly. And, we heard that Donny and Jules slept with their new person from day one. During the day they tend to lounge wherever is most comfortable. My guess, from the look of Donny sprawled on his perch, his forever person had to do a little redecorating in order for Donny to fit comfortably. .jpg)
Yes, I uploaded games on my IPad for Merl and Charlotte. And, yes they play with them sometimes. Merl is a fan of Cat Fishing 2. Charlotte likes the Jitterbug game, but would much rather play with the Cat Dancer. The Cat Dancer is all about packaging. You can barely see the toy, which is described on Amazon as the original interactive cat toy. Spring steel wire and rolled cardboard create an irresistible lure for cats... It is the cheapest toy I've ever bought, and yet I resisted purchasing one for the longest time. I refused to spend money on what is basically a piece of steel wire with four tiny roles of brown paper. The cat room at the League has several Cat Dancers. And, when the brown paper lures are pulled off of the wire, we get more. We get more Cat Dancers because the cats love them. I hesitated buying a Cat Dancer for home because I figured I could make my own, for about $3.80 cheaper than the $3.99 price tag. After trying a number of combinations, and tiring of yelling at Charlotte to stop whatever improper behavior she was engaged in, I broke down and bought a Cat Dancer. And, when that one was misplaced I bought two more. The home Cat Dancers are pure entertainment for all. Merl and Charlotte leap, twist and pounce on the waving wire and I, the controller of the Cat Dancer, break into hysterics watching their aeriel twists. And best of all, when Charlotte is sharpening her nails on the sofa, or knocking photos off of the piano or chewing on electrical cords, all I have to do is pick up the Cat Dancer and wave it. Charlotte stops her naughty behavior immediately and leaps for the Cat Dancer. At $3.99 a pop, the Cat Dancer is much less expensive than a new sofa! ![]() |
| Javi and Hachi settled in China |
| Donny (and Jules) will get lots of brushing in his forever home |
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| Sachin and Sidharth prepare for the onslaught of book buyers at the League's Holiday Open House. |
| Generous Janney Elementary School friends |
| Sailor checking out the toys |