Really? A year?

I can't believe it's been another year since I've posted.

Let's see. I've added two more cats to the household. Dinozzo and Tib.

Dinozzo is the son of an outdoor cat that my neighbors fed last year, but then abdicated responsibility for when she had kittens. She had four, but after a few months, she and one of the babies disappeared for good. The other three stayed at my house all through the winter. I called them BK 1, BK2, and BK 3, but later changed their names to Dinozzo, McGee and Ziva. McGee disappeared sometime in the early spring, and Dinozzo would leave for long stretches, but occasionally return for food. Ziva stayed. She had kittens Palm Sunday. I was going to have her spayed, but the little bugger got pregnant while it was still snowing outside and when I discovered it, it was too late. When she had kittens, Dinozzo completely disappeared. I now know it was because the dad, who I call Mr. Orange, was probably running him off. Mr. Orange also had a brother, Mr. White, who he tolerated for awhile, but ran off too.

Anway, Memorial Day weekend I was home doing my floors and saw Dinozzo for the first time in months. I ran out to feed him canned food, as he was horribly skinny. He ran to me crying and limping. I rushed him to the vet where we discovered his foot was broken, and he had a bone abscess. Guess what? So far, he still has his foot, but he's an indoor cat, as the abscess is still healing.

Not long after he came into the house, one of Ziva's four babies, the runt, got very sick. She had a respiratory infection and was not able to nurse enough to stay hydrated. I took her to the vet and my friends Anne and Vic fostered her for me, as I could not take her home to my brood. She was very contagious to other cats. Their dog, Magic, a Golden Retriever, fell in love with her, as did Anne and Vic. But, unfortunately, Anne had to begin chemo, so keeping the kitten was a no-go, as per her doctor. So, the kitten came to my house July 4th weekend. And there she stays. It took several weeks, but I found a name that fits her. Tib. But it has mutated into Tibbles (and Bits) thanks to some of my quirkier friends. She has turned my household upside down, but not in a bad way. She is a pistol, to say the least. She has a larger than life personality in a permanently teeny size body.

The other cats are doing well. Alex is just fantastic. Her diabetes is perfectly regulated. CJ and Sammy, who battled bladder infections for a year have been given clean bills of health. All the other cats are doing wonderfully as well.

My outdoor cat family is doing well, too.

Luckily, I got my part-time job back several months ago. It has made a world of difference to my pocketbook. It gives me the money to feed/provide vet care for God's creatures.