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Every dog has his day – but the nights are reserved for the cats. ~Author Unknown


Another uneventful week at Chez Tigre, if you don’t count Shiimsa knocking anything glass off the table and the dad having to clean up the resultant mess. He and Gabby have been here 8 years and I still have to move slowly around either of them. Can’t figure out why they’re still so spooky.

Toes likes the dad’s hippie sweater.

My supervisor, Linda, had to have her 17yo Shadow euthanized Friday morning. Linda used to be a dog person until her Bumper died almost 20 years ago. I don’t remember how she got her first cat but for years she had a reputation in the community for taking in strays. When I started working with her I was sort of envious that she appeared to never have to take any of her cats to the vet. It turned out they were just luckily healthy. As they got older, however, things started to change. Anything out of the ordinary sent her into a panic and running to the vet, more often than not the visit showing nothing wrong with the animal. It didn’t take me long at that point to realize she really didn’t know much about cats, their habits or their health issues. She loved her animals but knew little about them. When she started using my vet she started to learn about the various things that can go wrong with cats. When Snowflake became ill a few years ago she made a valiant attempt to prolong his life but now realizes that all those pills (11 at one point) and other stuff was her wanting to avoid the loss. She learned a valuable lesson with Snowflake and didn’t put Shadow through that. My vet will not euthanize an animal if treatment is possible AND the quality of life of the animal remains high. Quality of life is his metric and he won’t hesitate to tell a client that the time has come. Hardest words I can ever hear and it doesn’t get any easier, actually becomes harder each time. Rest in peace, Shadow. You were well loved.

Eileen’s tigers aren’t hanging out in my yard as much as they have for years. One reason is that I’m down to 1 squirrel to feed. I haven’t seen Mama in a couple weeks and the last few times I saw her her right eye was opaque and she wasn’t coming daily. Number One Son is the only one coming now. Strange that 4-5 years ago I had a dozen coming from all over the neighborhood to take a nut from the crazy two-legged.

Speaking of cats hanging out in the yard I thought Eileen had had this little tortie queen spayed. Turns out she didn’t and this gorgeous little girl has 2 kittens and they all like to hang out on the walkway outside my front door. I didn’t see one of the kittens for a while and thought she had lost one since leukemia is present in some of the cats Eileen feeds. I have my own horror story about that. Anyhoo, I looked out the window the other day and there were both kittens and mama. Yesterday when I went out to get the mail the smallest of the two actually let me touch her. That’s a first. Needless to say I had to come in and wash my hands. Don’t know if the little ones are leukemia positive or not. Nice to see them, though.

Have done with learning,
And you will have no more vexation.

How great is the difference between "eh" and "o"?
What is the distinction between "good" and "evil"?
Must I fear what others fear?
What abysmal nonsense this is!

All men are joyous and beaming,
As though feasting upon a sacrificial ox,
As though mounting the Spring Terrace;
I alone am placid and give no sign,
Like a babe which has not yet smiled.
I alone am forlorn as one who has no home to return to.

All men have enough and to spare:
I alone appear to possess nothing.
What a fool I am!
What a muddled mind I have!
All men are bright, bright:
I alone am dim, dim.
All men are sharp, sharp:
I alone am mum, mum!
Bland like the ocean,
Aimless like the wafting gale.

All men settle down in their grooves:
I alone am stubborn and remain outside.
But wherein I am most different from others is
In knowing to take sustenance from my Mother!

Tao Te Ching, 20, Lao Tzu

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Cats only pretend to be domesticated if they think there’s a bowl of milk in it for them. ~Robin Williams

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