Category Archives: Just cats

Kittybank

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I think it’s fairly common for people to do “cat voices” for their feline friends. My husband and I do it all the time, and I will often have an entire “conversation” with my cats, with me talking and then doing “cat voice” for the cat (“Hey mom! Fill my bowl! Fill it now!”) Yes, I know. So wrong. Ahem. Anyway… we think Charley is really smart. He is so smart that rather than just saying “fill my bowl!” he also talks about things like U.S. foreign policy, the subprime mortgage crisis, etc. Today Charley was acting really busy, like he had a lot to do, so he “said” (well, my husband said) “OK, I have to fix Citibank now. First order of business, I’m going to re-name it Kittybank.” He’s a genius, that cat (ok, husband) of mine.

Who wants some Halloween kitties?!

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My friend Todd and his girlfriend recently rescued a stray cat – who happened to be pregnant. They thought a local shelter would take the kittens, but they were told the shelter couldn’t help them due to a super-long waiting list. Todd says, “We’re keeping the mom but scrambling now to give away the kittens – there’s 3 black ones and 2 orange ones.  They’re about a month and a half old and just ready now to leave their mom and go to their new homes.” Black and orange – perfect for Halloween! These cats are currently in Brooklyn, NY. If you think you can adopt one or more of these little cuties, contact me at janine at men and cats dot com and I will pass along your contact information to Todd and have him get in touch with you directly.

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CVSI: Cat Vomit Scene Investigator

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No one loves cats more than I do – but let’s face it, nobody loves cat barf.  If you have one cat, and you wake up to a small pile of vomit on your floor, you know who the responsible party is. If you have more than one cat – well, as the infamous line from Spinal Tap says, “You can’t dust for vomit.”

Since we have two cats, one can never really be sure exactly which cat did the barfing. My husband, however, claims he always knows, based on psychological profiling. I’ve started to call him a “CVSI” or “Cat Vomit Scene Investigator.” Last night, I was awakened at 4 AM by my husband, who proclaimed that a cat had barfed all over our trunk and sofa. “It was Thurston!” he told me. “How do you know? Did you see him do it?” I asked. “No, but Thurston ALWAYS sits there.  I KNOW it was him. Thurston will barf on furniture, Charley only does it on the floor.” Well, I can’t say he didn’t nail their feline psychological profiles purr-fectly. And that concludes another exciting episode of “CVSI: Cat Vomit Scene Investigator.”