Category Archives: Cats

Since the government has seen fit to give me back $600 of my own money, the topic came up in conversation yesterday. I was wondering what I was going to spend it on. A gift, I decided. Something that was … Continue reading →

Tig and Gracie’s vet is in a little shopping center with a Ukrops. Prior to last year (and using Lousy Vet instead of Great Vet until the Great Gracie IBD Misdiagnosis), I mostly went to the Ukrops, bought groceries, went … Continue reading →

After that last post, I think we need a kitty break. This was taken on February 2nd. That box, by the way, is one of my boxes of Passover dishes. I decided I didn’t want cat hair in all the … Continue reading →

The title to this post is a lie. There’s actually an enormous hole in my life, not just a Tig-sized one. For the past eleven years, I had an orange, fluffy, loving goofball in my life. Every day that I … Continue reading →

Kitty pictures. First, Tig in the front window. Next, Gracie exhibits the reason she is named: Grace personified. Watching her move is like watching music come to life. These are from December, back when Tig was still pretty much himself. … Continue reading →

Apparently, I ordered an urn. Three weeks ago, I was probably far too grief-stricken to realize exactly what I was doing when I requested Tig’s ashes be returned to me. Because now, I have an urn. An urn full of … Continue reading →

This used to be my daily view from my kitchen during warm weather. Or, for that matter, during cold weather. Not any more. I miss my Tig. Busy up at Company In Northern VA today. No time for posting. Just … Continue reading →

It’s time for a happy kitty story. One that makes you go, “Awww.” A skittish kitten that scampered out of its carrier on a subway platform has been found after 25 days in the underground tunnels. Transit workers tracked down … Continue reading →

The wind storms we’re having in Richmond have knocked out the power to my apartment. Thanks all for your kind words about Tig. The apartment feels really empty today, even though he was only a shadow of himself. But I … Continue reading →

March 15, 1997-February 9, 2008

Well, Monday was his best day since he got really sick. He had a decent day Tuesday, and I can’t tell you much about Wednesday because I spent half the day at the hospital with a six-year-old while his mother … Continue reading →

Okay. This weekend was rough. Tig was declining more and more. None of the treatments suggested was working. So I wrote that post last night thinking that Tig was only a day or two away from that final shot. And … Continue reading →

The hardest thing for me is to watch Tig literally shrink before my eyes every day. I can’t stand to pet him along his back. He is even bonier than he was the last time I wrote about being able … Continue reading →

Yes, go ahead, say it: Ew. Tig hasn’t been eating. That’s what’s been driving me crazy. He’s been licking the gravy off the tuna cat food, and drinking water, and eating almost nothing for days. So today, I got out … Continue reading →

Folks, I made up a prayer of thanks for every new day with Tig, and the person who helped me reminded me that we’re using modern Hebrew, not prayer Hebrew. Any changes or corrections you experts would make? Baruch atah … Continue reading →