... pets, the answer to human ills. Cats, in particular, give us a perspective that is humbling to say the least. Who's the boss? They are! Keep the food and water dishes full and the kitty litter emptied and they will be just fine, thank you. Want some lovin' from that furball? When he or she's darn good and ready and then... they won't leave you alone! Got papers out on your desk? Trying to read the newspaper? It's kitty-cat time! Ya just gotta love 'em.

EllieMae

Ellie Mae joined us on July 24, 2000 when she showed up on our back deck, emaciated and bedraggled, demanding food. When I decided to adopt her she showed me her nest of 3 brand-new kittens. Ellie and the kittens saw a doctor and she was immediately treated for two kinds of intestinal worms, ear mites and a fungus on her foot. We later also had her treated for a tapeworm. As you can see, she's now healthy, proud and arrogant!

Bubba

Bubba is numero uno!!! ..and if you don't believe me, just ask HIM. He's been with us since February 1999, when we adopted him at the age of 8 months. He's been "king" ever since!

AmyLou Mae

AmyLou Mae - One of Ellie Mae's 3 little kittens! Of COURSE we had to keep her. Look at that face! Since Amy had lived her whole life with us, she takes us for granted - the necessary humans that keep the food and water dishes full and the cat litter emptied. She's a true "cats' cat" - getting along with all - except perhaps her mommy. Ellie was finally able to turn off the Milk Bar, by "disowning" AmyLou, but Amy still remembers her as her mommy and won't be ignored.

Daisy Mae

Daisy Mae was sitting on "death row" at the local animal control shelter in mid-October 1999 when we went "shopping for a kitten" to keep Bubba company. His buddy had just died suddenly and unexpectedly. Daisy had been picked up for vagrancy, but purred like a kitten when I reached into her cage to pet her. Her true colors showed when we got her home, however; she's a tigress. Although she showed signs of good care, she had been "on her own" for so long she was feral... she's recently becoming quite domestic again and has us trained to provide her favorite treats.

Goober

Goober moved in with us in November 1999. Scrappy little guy, I immediately called him my little peanut... sometimes my little goober. The name stuck. He's small, but packs a mighty wallop! What does he think of having his picture taken?..... b0-o-o-o-o-o-ring!