One-Eyed Cats in the House!

Hey Guys!

Libby here. And guess what?

One-eyed cats are in the HIZOUSE!

That's right ladies and gents.

Currently residing in the Prospect Park Animal Clinic are not one, but TWO one-eyed cats.

Yessiree. Me and Miss Ruby.

Now don't go getting used to this...Ruby's only here temporarily. But while she's here, we're going to have FUN!

So do you wanna know what Ruby's in for?

Well...she's got conjunctivitis (eye disease) and otitis (ear infection). And the poor gal has one shrunken eyeball because of a lil herpes she contracted. Oops.

On top of her eye issues, when she was brought in, she wasn't the friendliest gal. But you can't really blame her seeing as she was feral for most of her life. I'd be lying if I didn't tell you she has a bit of cattitude and needs to learn how to chill. Fortunately, she was recently adopted and since then, she's been warming up a bit.

She's well on her way to becoming a house pet and, to becoming one of my favorite PPAC guests.

Let's here it for one-eyed cats and two ole' F3- Fellow Feisty Felines.

Til' next time.

-Libby

I'm In a Bad Mood

Hi Guys,

I know that one of my resolutions this year was to write more about dogs.

And by extension, nice things about dogs.

Nice things about nice, friendly dogs.

But, I feel like I should be entitled to use this "nice" card when and if it is warranted.

I'm more than happy to be a lover and not a fighter when the situation warrants it.

But when a dog gets all up in my business, I can't be expected to behave like the lady that I am.

I will behave like a warrior. A fierce, Amazonian warrior.

But there is some back story to this.

You want to hear about it? Of course you do!

So, I was sitting on the floor of the office of the Prospect Park Animal Clinic, just licking myself a little as I am known to do. My daily bath if you will.

When out of nowhere, this harrier hound comes lunging at me and gets IN MY FACE!

This behavior is obviously not to be tolerated so I swatted him (ok maybe I scratched a little, too).

Then, when I was sitting pouting, already having a crappy day, Joey comes leaping over towards me, presumably to hang out and I just wasn't in the mood.

You know those days???

It made me think of that book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Day.

So maybe I'm being melodramatic but these two events together= 1 cranky kitty.

Here's hoping to better moods on the horizon.

Grumpily,

Libby