Friday, December 02, 2005

friday catblogging

I swear there is an invisible sign on our yard somewhere that says "Cat Hotel"

This is Callie, another neighborhood cat of questionable ownership. When she started eating here, my cousin, a vet tech, too, a look at her and said she hadn't been cared for in a long time. Part of her hair was matted, and she was so emaciated that my cousin could wrap her fingers around Callie's spine (just in front of her pelvis) and almost touch one finger to the other. That's extremely thin. So, she eats the dry kibble we leave out for any cats that feel like having a little. Fortunately, she is putting on some weight. She also would love nothing more than to come inside and be a house kitty.

1 comment:

Ballpoint Wren said...

Beautiful calico!

The sign must say not "Cat Hotel," but: "Bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled felines, yearning to be treated like the royalty they really are."