Author Archives: Jane Ganahl

It’s taken a month of TLC, but this messed-up little guy is starting to turn around. He’s gained much-needed weight, his fur is thicker and a little shinier, his eyes are opening – wide at times! – rather than just … Continue reading →

It’s been three weeks today since I brought Dorian Gray home from the parking lot and his world went sideways and mine got more complicated. He has not been a happy patient, alternately angry and hissy, and too sick to … Continue reading →

The good news is that there not that much wrong with him! He had a bad case of mites, which left his skin rashy (and must have been awful for him), and the bald patch was all that remained of … Continue reading →

Crazy week. I put my trap back in the bushes to get Dorian and Daisy used to eating near (and in) it, and it disappeared on the day I planned to spring it to get Dorian – the needier of … Continue reading →

Erin spent the night last night, and we made coffee. COFFEE. Something I have so rarely anymore. She tried hard to get Big Mike to warm to her advances (“he’s so beautiful now!” she enthused) though my shy boy mostly … Continue reading →

This week I took the step of trying to locate Diego by talking to Suzan, a wonderful pet communicator I’ve used before. Before the phone conversation, you’re asked to send a photo. I found this one of Diego and his … Continue reading →

It’s been three weeks of adventure on the home front, with Big Mike continuing to settle in, haltingly and sometimes hilariously. Witness this exchange he had with Lina, my tiny female, to whom he has taken a clumsy shine. He … Continue reading →

Well, it’s been a week now since I started giving Mike free reign of the house. It’s been mostly amazingly good, with the occasional hiccup. There are things my original cats know, like “if you jump up on the railing, … Continue reading →

It’s been such an interesting couple of weeks. To quote Rexroth, there has been both tumult and rejoicing. At the urging of some friends (of both mine and Big Mike’s) I decided to see how he would do if I … Continue reading →

“Look at that!” Dr. Boltz said excitedly, lifting up Big Mike’s leg and pointing to the upper graft. “There’s fur growing. Everywhere.” She removed the last of the sutures in the lower graft area, and paused to admire her handiwork. … Continue reading →