Rrresidents
I think we’re stuck with ’em
I’m still workin’ on getting everyone’s profile up here.
Annie
(Orphan Annie, Nanners, Annie Bananie)
This little girl is a hot mess. She’s got degenerative bone disease, arthritis, hypothyroidism and some sensitive tummy issues. She’s too tired to clean her lovely fur, so we’ve (oh no!) shaved her belly and brush her regularly. Not long for this world, I’m afraid. She’s one of our oldest.
Oscar
(The grouch)
Oscar is our only working cat: he goes out every morning and evening to spray the neighborhood. In summers he’s outdoors, in winter, he’s indoors at night.
Several neighbors get visits. He’ll pound on their screen door and insist on getting fed. Sometimes he’ll jump in windows and visit the other cats that live there.
He’s got a mouth disease called stomatitis. He’s one of our most expensive kitties…he’s had six surgeries and has to take lots of meds.
He’s not too happy about it, but he still shows up to get fed twice a day.
Hero
(Buddy)
See? He’s wearing his mask and cape.
Hero models himself after Robin Hood. He takes from the rich (us…at least he sees us that way), and gives to the poor (himself).
He’s a sandwich thief. A never ending, unexhaustible relentless beggar who will jump up and grab what he wants the minute you turn your head sideways.
He’s got FIV and irritable bowel syndrome. He’s also got irritable owner syndrome.
Stripe
(Stripey, Stripey-Stripers)
I’m sure you’d expect a striped cat with this name, but no.
Stripe kinda has a stripe down his nose. Looks like an exclamation point. I know, we could have come up with a better name, but it didn’t happen.
He’s a sweety, but terrified to come in the house. We’re working on getting him socialized and inside.
He’s Hero’s brother. He’s actually reasonably healthy. Thank gawd.
Elvis
(Elvish, The Baker)
Elvis is a Presley imitator. He’s a crooner, loves attention, and his lip curls up to look cool for the girls.
He’s got needles for nails. The guy barely touches you and you’re bleeding. Not his fault, of course. He’s a lover, not a fighter. So don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.
The kid loves to make bread (ie: knead with his paws), which is why we call him “The Baker.”
He’s got FIV and a good attitude.
