Ghosts

I was looking through some pictures I took of the cats the other day, when I noticed this one of Ponyboy:

It looked really, really familiar to me, so I started going through my photo archives, and found this one of The Runt, taken in 2008:

Spooky.

The Runt passed away a year ago today.  Seven months after that, Little Girl was gone.

I volunteered at an adoption event today, and tomorrow I will be accompanying Tinks, my current foster cat, to a home visit - he may be finding his new home tomorrow.  And of course, I have my new guys, Pony and Soda. 

But tonight it all comes down to The Runt and Little Girl - this time last year they were both here, and now they're both gone, and oh, that is hard.

Give your pets a hug tonight.  Tell  'em it's from me.

Pecos? Is that you?

First off, thank you for all of the cat name suggestions. I do appreciate it. I’m still searching for the perfect ones.

Right now it looks like Coby may stay Coby. It just … fits him. I was leaning toward “Otter” for a while, because he likes to lie on his back with his little front paws folding against his chest, but then I thought of Otter from Animal House and … no. He’ll stay Coby for now, and maybe for good, unless I can think of something better. Wait … maybe Cody? Like Buffalo Bill Cody? Hmmm…

And Goldie? I … don’t think so. Mainly because to me, “Goldie” is a girls’ name (think Goldie Hawn), so I keep calling poor him a her. The orange one needs a new name.

I thought I had one all picked out. “Buddy”. Because he’s friendly and sunny and he loves his friend Coby. But Buddy just doesn’t seem to fit him. I don’t know why. I think maybe because it seems like Mac or Buster or something like that – a macho name. And the orange one, well, he’s not a fighter. He’s small and sweet and … yeah, I’m stuck.

So over the weekend I went for a nice long walk, and I kept running through names, and for whatever reason “Pecos Bill” kept coming to mind, mainly I guess because I thought it was funny. “I can call him Billy,” I thought. Except I’m not a big fan of giving animals human names. (Yes, I am aware that "Coby would be breaking this rule.) I would sound silly standing out in the backyard calling “Billy! Billy!” The neighbors would think I lost a KID or something.



So. Back to Square One. I need a name for a small, sweet, orange boy cat. I am, of course, considering the names you guys already threw into the ring. And any additional suggestions would be appreciated.

Yeah, cats are in the house

The poor houseplants don't stand a chance.

Coby sez ....

... ya wanna get to my friend Goldie, here, ya gotta go through me FIRST.

Psst ...

"Psst ... dude ... DUDE ... where ARE we?"

"I don't know, buddy, but the lady keeps saying we're home, so ... I think it's home."

Breaking! News!

I had a post all ready to go on Tuesday. It went like this:

"Okay, first off, I had a call on my answering machine yesterday from the woman taking care of Goldie and Coby. (Yes, yes, I AM still taking name suggestions.) She said their neuters are scheduled for Thursday the twenty-first, which ... of COURSE. (Check your calendar to see why that's so funny, and also TYPICAL.) And! She said I could come pick them up on Saturday the twenty-fourth, which APPEARS to be an actual date, but ... seventeen days seems like an awfully long time."

But then I got distracted by fifty-buck busts and shoes and the Poultry Foundation, and that post never appeared. And then! Because EVERYTHING is fluid in cat-people land, I got a call last night. The vet had a couple of cancellations! Their surgeries would be today! They could come home - gulp - THIS WEEKEND!

Dudes. Duuuuudes. Of course, since I am now treading in cat-land, things could still change. But right now it is looking real good that within the next few days, Goldie and Coby* will be coming home. I hope Itty Bitty's ready for some roommates ...

and I will confess right now that as I got the news last night, I did a happy dance around my kitchen. Which included walking like an Egyptian. Because that's how I roll.




*New names? Anyone? PLEASE?

hahahaha GONER

So, I went to see a lady about some rescued trailer cats .... I was going to just look at the cats, take a few pics, and tell her that I'd keep the cats in mind. Then I met this dude ...

Yeah, I was gone. Hook, line and sinker.

This is Goldie. He is supposedly about a year old, although he's about the size of a six-month-old, probably thanks to his rough start. He's got a gunked up eye and he's quite scrawny and holy hell I fell in love.

Goldie had bonded with one of the other trailer cats. Meet Coby:

Coby is supposedly about six months old. He has one cloudy eye that was scratched up in a fight with another trailer pet. The rescue group's vet says that while it will probably never improve, it shouldn't get worse, and he's learned to compensate for it.

Coby? Is all teeth and claws.

I'm hoping it's just a kitten phase. *cough*

And Goldie loves him, and that's that, and once they've been neutered and had all their shots, hopefully in about two weeks, they'll be coming home with me. And the floor is now open for suggestions on new names.

Jeez, it was just going to be a simple ride out to look at some cats ....