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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Gimme Shelter

Tiny.

For the past several months the bride has been volunteering at local cat shelter.

A new arrival finally sits still for her pic.

Mostly her job involves, well, shoveling cat crap.


Zach

But as she is a graphic designer it wasn't long before their web-site was redesigned: http://kittyrescueandadoption.org/.



It's green. No it's some kind of blue. You can just be sure it ain't plain white paint. You never see plain white paint when you are married to an artist.

And with a former career in marketing it wasn't long before she was missing in action for a few days to clean up the front office so potential adoptees aren't scared off by the mess.


Bethany wastes no time taking over the bed of lesser cats.

As she is married to me and I have some vague idea how to use our camera ("point at subject, press button, repeat until photo good") it wasn't long before a web site photographer was found.

Unknown panther in the "Crazies" rooms. So named not for the cats, but for the nut jobs whose house they were rescued from. Note, people shouldn't have 60+ cats.

And as we both are suckers for the oddballs it wasn't long before we had a third cat join the household, the remarkable cross-eyed, never silent Bethany (a.k.a. The Gray Mouser, Boofanny, Springs, Pain in the Ass who never shuts up and jumps on me at 6:00 am like clockwork).


Cassandra.

It's pretty hard to work at this place and not fall for a few of them...

Solomon

...as the bride's mother soon learned after visiting the shelter several times...


If you have any old but serviceable cat furniture let us know.

...and coming home with two cats (who now run that side of the house).



Bitchin Throw blanket, circa 1973


Valentino

And lest I be accused of singing the bride's praises too loudly, there are a legion of other volunteers who make this place go with everything from cleaning muscle to the always needed supplies and cash.

This is what all the non-feral cats in the place do: Wait to be picked up.


If you think cats are aloof you've never been here.

The housing market here is still strong


LJ: One of the only blue-eyed adults in the place

Qita on yet another successful mission to smudge the lens.


Flowers (The Gray Mouser's Sister)

Zoe. Loves you with enthusiasm. Probably getting ready to leap onto someone's shoulder.

King Barry. He may not look it but he is the best cat in the place (and really, who looks good when photographed on a beige linoleum floor?) If it wasn't for the fact that our male cat doesn't like other males he would be sleeping on my desk right now.


Gloria. The Grande Dame of the Bride's Room. Frisky young males who mess with her get neutered the hard way.


The Gray Mouser settles in for another tough day at work in my office. Who the "master" is in this relationship is not entirely clear to me.

So, if you live in the southern NH area and need a good pet you know where to go.

ptb

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