Her official name is Fudgie Maple Patmore. But you can call her Fudgie. It’s the name she responded to the most out of all those names we were working on. We now just have a wealthy store of nicknames to use ( Read more... )

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March 1, 2015
Sat with us on the couch while we watched Downtown Tabby, I mean Downton Abbey. Ran around the house (upstairs and downstairs) with a case of the evening crazies.

March 2, 2015
The phone jack is behind the couch. At some point kitty’s wayward tail disconnected it, as I found out when I tried to call Heather.

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Heather wakes me up saying she can’t find Star. We had left the basement door open, with a large cardboard box blocking the way downstairs (at the time, there was a ton of stuff in front of the open door, thus preventing it from being properly closed). Upon entering the kitchen, we found said box knocked quite over. Heather had to go to work, so I ( Read more... )

Brought Star home today. We put the kitty carrier in the living room, left its door open, and just hung out in the room with her while we watched TV. About three hours later, she wandered out while I was crouching in front a few feet away. She came over, accepted a few pets on the head and shoulders, then walked cautiously back into the carrier ( Read more... )

Last week, we adopted a new kitty out of about twenty we had been in the process of befriending at our local animal shelter. Her name (at the moment) is Star, a six-year-old brown and black tabby with whom Heather seemed to have developed a sweet rapport (she was initially a bit shyer around me). Aside from Heather feeling like Star had chosen ( Read more... )

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