One of our volunteers, Kim D., – who had adopted Scarlet (AKA Paris) only a month or two before the following incident, shared this incredible story with me a while back. It is an amazing example of what a close bond Scarlet had already formed in a few short months with her brother Oliver!
Several months ago, Kim’s cat Oliver – a very sweet, lovey boy, had been viciously attacked by a neighborhood cat IN HIS OWN BACKYARD.
When Oliver was being attacked, Scarlet ran to help her brother. She put herself between the attacking cat and Oliver and growled at the other cat. Although she’s only about 8 pounds and was probably about half the size of the other cat, she tried to defend Oliver to the extent of putting herself in danger. She was trying to give Oliver the chance to get away and back to safety. Scarlet…
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Kittens at the Church Avenue subway station in Brooklyn via Marc A. Hermann
These two cuties stopped a lot of trains after being found in a Brooklyn subway station and rescued.
In Brooklyn, New York, yesterday two little lost kittens caused the subway system to come to a halt for nearly two hours after they were found on the tracks by Transit Authority workers.
At the Church Avenue station, commuters were kept waiting while the police and transit workers put a rescue mission into place.
The pair of kittens, named August and Arthur by Metropolitan Transit Authority workers, were first spotted at around 11 a.m. The initial plan to scoop up the black and tabby kitties failed because, according to an M.T.A. spokesperson, the kittens were too fast and kept dodging the M.T.A. workers on the tracks! (Power to the tracks was shut off.)
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Anthem for Animal Rights activists Everywhere – Stay Strong!
One day after we welcomed baby leopard gecko “Pip” into the world, along came his/her sibling & identical twin – “Skip”! Born 3/8/13. My son & I had the pleasure of watching him burst into the world. It’s amazing how a 2 1/2″ baby lizard can manage to fit in an egg about the size of a nickle. Nature is a mysterious & wondrous thing!
Skip was not too thrilled to have the flash going off as “he” was busy breaking out of his egg. He’s got a slight glare in his eye…It’s recommended to leave them alone as much as possible because they stress out very easily, so I didn’t try to get any more pictures once he broke out of his shell – which only took a matter of minutes.
My son exclaimed “We have TWINS!”. They look identical and from their markings, will take after Daddy Sam, who is a “regular” fat-tailed leopard gecko. Mom Leslie is an albino leopard gecko so we didn’t know what the babies might turn out to be.
They are both 10/11 days old now & cohabiting happily with each other.
More pics of both Pip & Skip to follow!
After months & months (and months) & many clutches of Gecko eggs – WE FINALLY HAVE A BABY LEOPARD GECKO hatchling! My son has been so patient (me too!). Quite frankly, I’d decided it was never gonna happen. But I didn’t let my son know that – and I didn’t quit trying anyway. I’m so glad it finally happened – mainly for my son, but also for myself. Everything I’d read about hatching gecko eggs made it sound like it was a cinch. No problem. Yeah, right. Right humidity, right substrate, right incubator – you get the picture. It’s pure fucking luck & the whim of Mother Nature. Period.
Introducing….”PIP”! Born 3/7/2013, weight approx. 2g, length approx. 3″. And looks nothing like Mom or Dad- they have spots, he/she has stripes – who knew? My son the herpetologist /slash/ genetic scientist-engineer can figure that one out. Ha!
Welcome to the world Pip!
Go Woody! I love this man…
I love my cat and I love it when she sleeps with me. But without fail, I’ll wake up at least once during the night to find that 10 pounds of cat has somehow pinned my legs to the point of paralysis…There must be some law of physics that can explain this phenomenon. How is that possible?? If I’m sleeping with my legs slightly apart at some point during the night, Lilly will lay right in between them – making any shifting or moving around impossible – without disturbing her beauty sleep, god forbid… If I’m laying on my side with my legs together and slightly bent, she’ll lay right up against the back of my knees.
If at some point during the night, my dog Maggie – a 70lb. chocolate lab – has decided to join us, it can get pretty crowded. And she won’t BUDGE…No way, no how…uh uh. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to have two furry warm “blankets” on a cold winter night, but it doesn’t always make for a peaceful night’s sleep.
I’m sure if you’ve read my last 2 posts you’re wondering just how we manage to keep Lilly from getting into Sam & Leslie’s cage. Well…let’s just say we’ve already had to replace one screen for the top already. At least the new one is made of a much heavier duty mesh. She initially seemed more interested in the crickets than the geckos – she comes into my son’s room when I feed them & they’re all jumping around, which of course fascinates her immensely. Maggie & Lilly follow me around the house wherever I go ’cause ya know, they might miss out on something really exciting – ya right…
It’s only been recently that Lilly discovered that there was something more in the tank…And she is an indoor/outdoor cat who LOVES to hunt and bring me “presents” – after she’s done playing with them, of course. When the weather is warm, I’ll leave one of the kitchen windows that opens onto our deck open so she can come & go. The problem with that is if I’m not paying attention, she brings her catches in with her. She’s gotten in the house with several mice (already dead thankfully) & a couple of birds 😦 At least I noticed one of them in time & she dropped it – dazed & unhurt, on the table. At which point, when I tried to pick it up to take it outside, it flew to another window & perched on top of the curtain. I’m trying not to flip out at this point & keep Lilly out of the kitchen until I can safely get the poor thing outside. Luckily, I managed to catch it from the curtain & get it out the back door to release it – thankfully. It flew immediately into one of our maple trees and seemed no worse for wear. I felt so guilty because I put out feeders for the birds, but honestly thought they were too high for her to reach. She’d never caught a bird before (to my knowledge) and this one was a goldfinch – damn it!
But wait…a week later, I’m in the living room absorbed in something else and hear her rolling around on the other side of the room making playful noises. At first, I’m thinking she’s just playing with one of her toys…Then the light bulb came on & I ran over to see what she was playing with. It was a dead goldfinch…:( I was too late this time. Hopefully, it wasn’t the same one she brought in the week before – you’d think if it was, it would’ve made the poor thing a little more cautious. I’ll never know…But again, I felt so guilty.
I grew up with cats and therefore, have virtually never lived without (at least) one. I know they are predators, carnivores & sometimes…slightly *sadistic*. I’m well aware that it’s in their nature to hunt – whether that hunting is a fuzzy catnip filled toy or a live animal. They are only doing what comes naturally to them and you can’t get mad at them for being a cat. But I *hate* it when they manage to kill a bird – which is pretty fucking hard to do. I’ve had several cats in my lifetime that have managed to do just that – Lilly being one of those, obviously.
One of my previous fur babies (Pywackette – who I will never forget & miss for the rest of my life) left me half a squirrel on my front door step one day. That was her particular signature kill – she would eat part of the mouse, or whatever she caught – but only half – the back half…BLEH…and leave the rest for me to *~admire~*. At the time, I was living in OKC in a house with a lot of trees & an open air atrium which would get over run with field mice in the fall, so I was glad she was doing what cats do best – and learned to suck it up when I had to deal with the leftovers. Finding the half eaten carcases when I got home every day wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but hey – nothing comes for free, right??? Right…
Back to the point of this post – if there ever really was one, other than to tell cat ~tails~;) – all I can do is try to keep my son’s door shut most of the time and occasionally holler for her if I don’t see her sleeping by my desk or in one of the chairs downstairs. And pray to all the Gods of the Universe that the heavy duty mesh cover does what it is intended to do – keep the crickets inside the tank & Lilly out!
And because I love George Carlin – he was BRILLIANT, enjoy this: