Sophia on the table. ©editor_u, All Rights Reserved
No Plantidote, no Petidote, no Fruit-of-the-Month Club, no Friday Cat Blogging, even. Only, here and there, a glimpse of random beauty. Otherwise gloom, pre-revolutionary cell meetings, and whatnot. Well, at least we haven't had an earthquake lately. Read more about Cats (remember cats?)
A remedy. Alex, Niki, Emily, and visitor. (Click image for larger version.)
[June 9, 2013: For some reason the intended image no longer appears here. But the link still works, so if you click in the box below, you will see the picture on its Flickr page.] FIXED December 2, 2013 (what was i doing all this time?). Read more about Concerning the recent lack of cats at Corrente.
Did you know you may be able to buy your pet medications at a local pharmacy at way lower prices than the veterinarian? I did not, but the local supermarket pharmacy (part of the Kroger chain) put out flyers about it, so I asked the vet for a prescription for Scout's pain relievers (that's Scout, above). The vet charges $200 a month for her 50 mg Tramadol. The price at the pharmacy: $16! Read more about A Little Help for Pet Lovers, Updated
Cats with Thumbs
Featuring Bertrum Thumbcat
Are climate change, stolen elections, geopolitical instability, and kleptocrats messing with the economy keeping you up at night? If so, it's only because you are not aware of the much more insidious threat to humankind -- and you better pay attention, people, because they're coming. Yes, it's cats with thumbs!! Read more about Petidote of the Day 2012-09-14: Be Very Afraid Edition
Dogs are helping veterans with PTSD heal more effectively than medication.
Veterans, of course, aren't the only people suffering from PTSD. Anyone who has experienced an event that was traumatic for that person -- very much a subjective definition -- can end up with PTSD, and it can be challenging to treat. Read more about Petidote of the Day 2012-08-31
Ernie napping in the dog toy basket
If you have cat(s), you know how clever they are when it comes to finding weird places to sleep. But there's nothing like finding your cat snoozing in the sink, in your shoe, in the clean laundry basket (gee, thanks for replacing all the pet hair lost to the washer!). It never gets old! So here are 25 cats who have found the perfect place to relax -- and look goofy at the same time. Read more about Petidote of the Day 2012-08-10
Piper in the in-box
Today's Petidote is courtesy of Correntian bungalowkitchens. Piper, shown above, is one of three. Below the fold, we got moar kittehz, moar picshurs, moar storiez! Moar, moar, moar! First up, Maya -- in a tote! Read more about Petidote of the Day 2012-04-13
Today's Petidote is from Correntian ohio, who answered our pleas for more pet pictures with the lovely Miss B.B., part of an extended feral cat family. Thank you, ohio -- for taking care of them and for sharing them with us. Hat tip coming at ya!! And now for the tale (tail?) of Miss B.B. and company:
Miss B.B. is a feral cat who has decided I don’t suck.
Bugsy the cat
Today's Petidote is courtesy of Correntian smott999. Here's Bugsy's back story:
Bugsy's full name is Bugs Bunny for his propensity to hop around like a rabbit when he was a kitten, at food-time! He’s a Pennsylvania Snowshoe (part Siamese), a breed I didn’t even know existed when I got him at Petland 17 years ago. Yes, 17!
cats are not concerned with comment
they live and sleep upon the moment
free from this and and free from that
they ponder not, then take a nap
Prompted by this comment. That's my baby, back when he was a youngling and was trapped in a sunbeam. He and his sister are my world, as in any cat-ruled household. Life is never that bad when one or both are purring somewhere on/near me. Read more about Pets are the Best: Tell Lambert Why He Should Get a Cat
And I like cats! WaPo:
Large-scale grain agriculture began in the Near East's Fertile Crescent. With the storage of surplus grain came mice, which fed on it and contaminated it.
Settled farming communities with dense rodent populations were a new habitat. Wildcats came out of the woods and grasslands to exploit it. They may have lived close to man -- but not petting-close -- for centuries.