Monthly Archives: August 2013

I generally wait a while until kitties start to display personalities before I stick them with permanent names, and this time is no different. I’d called my gray and white baby girl Frankie, and the gray boy Mischa. But these … Continue reading →

There’s a woman who walks her dog near the old Odwalla building – where I put food out for Smokey the raccoon, and her kitty friend who lives behind the Post Office. (I only see Smokey once a week or … Continue reading →

  The kittens have traded personalities now. Mischa is now more outgoing, while Frankie remains steadfastly peevish and reticent. I moved them from the garage to a small watercloset upstairs, which has a high window for some natural light. They … Continue reading →

  Relief, joy, wonder. Mama returned to the scene of the crime yesterday after five days’ absence. Sitting on the sidewalk with her pal, my former trappee Diego, she stared at me as if to say, what were you so … Continue reading →

After three days of being completely freaked, the kittens finally settled down a bit on day four – enough to eat baby food off my fingers, and let me touch them lightly (recoiling throughout). I asked Caitlin, ace cat rescuer … Continue reading →