Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Two Tuxedo Tuesday and the Good Doctor

Hey everyone, Valentina here.

I'm here to tell you, this entire month has been upside town, topsy turvy.

First, we had company. Company not particularly fond of us, our fur, or our routine. This company was here twice.

And Z-Girl keeps getting that stupid blue bag out of the closet, packing it and leaving us in the hands of cat sitters. Personally, I like everyone who comes in to the apartment but I can promise you I'm the only one.

But today was the kicker. Dr. Holly came to the apartment. And I was tricked into coming down the hall to say hello, only to be captured and hauled into the bathroom.

I will spare you the details of my exam. It was not fun. Apparently, I have a few things going on:

1) Eosinophilic granulmas, which I've been diagnosed as having before. My bottom lip swells up and it looks very puffy. But I still eat (hey, I've gained a pound since last year...)
2) I'm over licking the fur on my tummy and now on my back left leg, on the outside. Dr. Holly thinks this is stress.

Well, Dr., wouldn't YOU be stressed if your routine was so wonky that you just never knew from day to day if someone will play Da Bird with you? Feed you treats? Snuggle?

So, I was good. Oh, I had to hiss and swat once just to be sure everyone knows I'm not a push over. But I didn't need to do more than that to make my point.

So now I get pill pocket treats twice a day!

Z Girl wants me to tell you that she's been super busy going through things at her parent's house. So many things, so many memories. She went to high school before there were mobile phones and texting. So she has boxes and boxes and boxes of letters from friends. She said she cried when she came across some items, but not a bad cry. A good one.

All I know is whenever she comes back from these trips lately, she has bags of things to put away...sigh...

Manhattan is busy running around like a maniac, so she won't be adding anything to today's post.

Peace everyone.
Valentina, over and out.

Thursday, August 15, 2013


This is Coco.

I waited. Patiently, I waited.

August 8th came and went. Z Girl, nowhere to be found.

No tuna cake. No tiara. No cat nip laced flowers. Nada.

August 8th was my 5th birthday, and I really thought that someone would have remembered. That someone of course would be Z Girl.

Last night, as she was playing with us she exclaimed, "Coco, you're 5!" Where are the balloons? The multiple laser lights for me to chase? Why are all of these cats still here in MY apartment?

Doesn't a girl turning 5 mean ANYTHING to anyone???

 This shot was taken my first full day w/Z Girl, September 11, 2008. Adorable, right?

This is the money shot. This is the picture that was circulated when I needed a home. And Z Girl fell for it. I still sleep like this, by the way...

Hey, Choupette (Karl Lagerfeld's cat) has her own iPad. I was way ahead of the curve asking for my own Mac back in 08...Here, I can be seen screening my photos for Facebook.

That's all... Coco Chanel, over and out...

Happy Belated Birthday to my beautiful little baby Coco. All 14 pounds of you and your gorgeous swirly coat.
Even though you can appear to be unfriendly, I know it's because you only want to be with me....and I love you for that!!!

~Z Girl

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Tuesday, Tuesday

Hello everyone...Valentina here...

I seem to be the only one in this apartment concerned about the blog.

Z Girl keeps making trips to Maryland. Packing up Nana Lou and Papa Joe's stuff so they can make a move. It's lonely when she goes but then she comes back and everything is back to normal.

These trips seem to be impeding with her ability to write, so here I am just to make sure there's a post.

Today, it's a rainy Tuesday. She's working from home, and we are dutifully napping in our various favorite spots around the warehouse apartment.

I personally like work from home days, because that means we get to spend more time together. That's great for me.

Manhattan is napping so she would prefer not to blog today. Geesh.

Rainy days and Tuesdays. Not very musical.

This is Vali, over and out....

A picture of me (laying down) and Manhattan in the window, surveying the hood.

Z Girl's Note: I too am concerned about the blog. Much to say, but I can't find the proper words or the time. It will just happen. In the meantime, I'm enjoying my work from home days with the girls.


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Two Tuxedo Tuesday: We're Back...

What is HAPPENING people?

This is Valentina.
This whole "working for a living" thing that Z Girl has been engrossed in has posed many problems for us. Well, for me specifically.

I have a lot to say, you know. And, given that it's been so long that I've been able to post here on this blog-thing, I've forgotten much of the fascinating facts about my life that I wanted to share with you.

In my time away, I've destroyed multiple Da Bird replacements; one room in the apartment was painted (and boy, was THAT a fiasco...art off the walls and drop cloths all over the furniture); a new coffee table has appeared; and Bessie and Lulu are making their way around the apartment even more these days. I continue my attempts at reigning them in but they are clever, those two.

Z-Girl has left us for a trip to Maryland. As she explains it, her Mom and Dad are moving to a place called Pittsburgh, and she is helping them with packing their house. That doesn't sound like fun. Well, wait, does it involve cardboard boxes? If it does, I retract my statement...

Hey everyone this is Manhattan.

All I know is that Z Girl was at that work place A LOT in June and early July. And I personally don't like those periods because I require special attention at various points in the day. So I was *starved* for affection for about 6 weeks.

It's all good now, except she up and left us again for a few days. Wait til she gets home...I will march all over the keyboard and sit on her while she tries to type.

And, Coco had a few teeth extracted. Valentina forgot to mention that right at the tail end of the work frenzy, Coco had to go to the vet. The good Dr. Hatch cleaned her teeth and said three had to come out. She smelled funny for a few days so Valentina hissed at her. I love Coco so I didn't hiss. I just flicked my tail a lot.

But back to the story...this is why I'm not big on the vet. I mean really, can you trust someone who removes a few of your teeth while you are sleeping?

We both hope you are having a fantastic Tuxedo Tuesday. It's pretty cool for us, given the whole Tuxedo thing.

This is Valentina and Manhattan saying: over and out....

Would you buy a calendar with this Wendy Ploger photo of ME (Valentina)? Well, you can. I'll be the May 5 cat of the day in 2014.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Cinna and the Hunger Games

This post was supposed to be the Grace of Goodbye. That one is still under construction, deep in the recesses of my mind. Today's thoughts are with a special cat formerly known as Curly, and now Cinna....

Super Storm Sandy was an event I'll not soon forget. I've written about it multiple times, so there's no need to re-state my perspective on the hours and days during and immediately following the floods. The beacon of light that shines through are the feline lives we were able to save after the fact.

Three brothers, living in a lot across the street from my building, were among the multiple rescues made in November and December of 2012. They've been living safely in a fantastic boarding facility, with a woman who has dedicated her entire self to the care of cats. We couldn't have asked for a better option, given that they lived outside and were subjected to winter's cold, summer's heat, and all the horrors of being feral cats--dogs who have owners that think chasing cats is sport; cars; broken bottles; no place to curl up comfortably and sleep; and parasites, just to name a few. They are comfortable, well fed, and socialized.

Cinna is a lover, and the woman that cares for him every day has said she will cry a river when he's adopted. Follows her everywhere. He is a charming boy, and truly ready for a home. While he's a happy cat in his boarding situation, we know that he will be even happier when he can have a human or humans who will devote love and attention to him.

The names Larry, Mo and Curly seemed easy enough when Nat hauled 3 to the vet for initial check ups. This was not the first choice for names--as I had been thinking names from the book and movie The Hunger Games would be fitting for this team who had to brave the outdoor conditions, never knowing for sure what was on the agenda for the day. Help arriving, but not always when needed. Food and water available but not necessarily on demand.

If we had room in our homes for all the rescues, we'd do it. There is a limit, and that limit doesn't stop us from our re-homing efforts. One day, a sanctuary. Until then, the mission is clear: placement.

If you or anyone you know is interested in a cat, Cinna is ready to meet you.

Contact me if you have questions. Or ideas. We'd love to make a placement by Labor Day!