Cattitude

Cattitude: Boxed Set Photographs by Kim Levin and Written By Christine Montaquila
2007
Weight: 2.5 lbs
Method of Disposal: Donation

       

Meet Heather!  Heather is living outdoors but would love to be an indoor kitty.  She never leaves my stoop these days and frequently begs to come in.  I am allergic to cats, but I got her vaccinations, testing, and deworming taken care of.  She is also spayed.  She is incredibly sweet and will stand up on her hind legs to get a pet from you.  She is a svelte little girl with beautiful markings.  She is FREE to a good home, and I may be willing to transport her depending on where you live.

                   

This is Crumpet.  She is one of my favorite cats of all time.  She has been at PAWS for two years, and she desperately needs a home.  If you are someone I know well and trust I would be willing to pay her adoption fee and transport her to you.  If I do not know you, I am afraid you will have to go through the regular channels.  She is totally worth it.  She is a smart, serious girl that is very independent but still craves chin scratches and ear ruffles.  She gets along with other cats.

The General is the kitten I have fostered since he was 5 days old.  he is probably around 6 weeks now.  He was bottle fed and is very loved.  He will be available at PAWS Atlanta once he is neutered. 

Unleashing the Clutter

Applying Anthropology: An Introductory Reader Aaron Podolefsky and Peter J. Brown

2006

Weight: 1.8 lbs

Method of Disposal: Leaving in a book exchange box in Decatur, GA

I think I have created a mess I may never crawl back out of. The room I keep my fosters in was starting to look a little scary since Belize came this past weekend. She seems to do great outside of a crate, but she can create some havoc inside of one. She is getting better, but there were pieces of torn linen, plastic, and food everywhere from the first few days. Something had to be done. Besides, I had not cleared it out since someone had been living there temporarily. That started an avalanche. I decided to move all of the pet rescue items in there. Leashes, crates, costumes, clothes, harnesses, medicine, toys, beds, the works. That freed up some space in the tiny storage room for my tools, which then cleared up some space in my tiny little bathroom closet. The next thing I know it is a full on deep clean and disposal situation. I got in over my head. I work early in the morning and really should not have started a project this large, but once you start how can you possibly stop?

I have taken everything out of every closet. I have emptied out boxes I have not looked inside for over a year. The house was slightly messy before. I've been so busy that I haven't had time to do even the basics. Now it looks like a small cartoon Tasmanian devil came through and left hundreds of empty Rubbermaid containers. I have tons of empty Rubbermaid containers! What do you do with that? How do you stop? I don't want to come home to this tomorrow.

I found this solitary book at the bottom of one of the boxes, and I decided that was a good excuse to take a break. I am going to fill one of those empty containers with the books I need to disperse in the Decatur lending libraries. Knock out two birds? Wish me luck!

Thinking of Strelka

Microsoft Office Excel 2007 QuickSteps  by John Cronan

2006?

Weight: 1.3 lb

Method of Disposal: Recycling the Remains

It has been a little over 24 hours since Strelka started her trial period.  I left her last night with a wonderful, sweet, thoughtful woman who had clearly been doing her research.  I did not say an emotional goodbye, partly because I was sick and partially because it is a trial.  The woman is not sure if she is ready for a baby (as opposed to an adult), but she wanted to give it a shot since she had already fallen in love with Strelka.  Part of me thinks she will give her back to me because of this, and the other part of me cannot imagine that she could live with that little girl without falling in love.  If she decides to keep her, I might just need to see her one last time.  I have been thinking about her all day.

In a different time, in a different place, she would be mine.  I am smitten with her silliness.  Her langley, clumsy legs.  The way she rests her head on my chest and stares at me while I read.  The way she gets so excited to see someone and then acts as if she is startled by her own enthusiasm and playfully backs off.  She is such a flirt.  I really hope it works out with this woman, because I cannot give this girl the life she deserves.  Oh how I wish I could.  If not, we will keep searching until we find the perfect home.

Strelka did not destroy books, except for this insignificant one.  I think Leda gave her the idea.  This was one that had a little chewing around the edges.  She was being trained by the last foster, the book-eating adorable little beagle mix, who is having the time of her life by the way.