Author Archives: Jane Ganahl

I got home Monday but it’s taken me several days to catch up to my life! Iggy and Lena were of course fine, but on day 2 when I brushed Claude, I noticed some pretty awful scabs on his back … Continue reading →

Litquake is over – it was a huge success – and I’m now in the Pacific Northwest at my friend’s cabin for decompression, writing, recovery from a year that has absolutely crushed me with stress. As thrilled as I am … Continue reading →

After Judy put up fliers in the vicinity where Charlotte was trapped, a family came forward to claim her! They said she had been missing three weeks (about as long as she had been at the PHS and then at … Continue reading →

Than seeing the look on Chiara’s face when she is making both kittens purr at once. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xT1zxuqgvho I could watch that video a thousand times and never get tired of it. Or this one, in which Michael, Chiara’s three-year-old brother, … Continue reading →

Last year at this time, a little Russian Blue boy kitty came to me, meowing in the feeding area. Around 3 months old, he was a kitten of god-knows-whom, and I was in a pre-Litquake frenzy. I debated even trapping … Continue reading →

As if the powers that be couldn’t allow me to enjoy a moment of peace after my tearful farewell to Wilbur and Charlotte*, I got two new “assignments” right away. The first came in the form of a group email … Continue reading →

Pokey has forgiven me for taking his ‘kids’ away. On Tuesday I bundled them up and drove them to their new home in the East Bay. After I got home to see the kitten-rearranged room, full of toys and knocked … Continue reading →

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 →