Urban Fur: Mustache
Filed under: 11206, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Crazy Cat Lady, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Urban Fur
From Waterbury Street.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Oak Street Tom
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Taken by algul siento.
Miss Heather
LAST GASP Part II: Coffee, Tea or Me?
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Tonight as my buddy Rachael and I were eating dinner at Casanova’s we received a most unexpected appetizer.
This kitten came tearing into the restaurant like a bat out of hell. After making it all the way to back of the restaurant she finally calmed down enough for me to get her in a box— and spring into action. I calmly called a good friend of mine, Laura, who recently had the misfortune of putting one of her cats to sleep. Tat 2, as she was known, had cancer. Well, I think you can figure out the rest.
Welcome home McGuinness!
Miss Heather
P.S.: For those of you keeping track, last week I had to place a cat that was brought into the junk shop on a dolly. WTF?
UPDATE, June 10, 2010:
McGuinness’s new “mom” writes:
She didn’t eat all night long. She slept. Today she woke up all bright eyed but wouldn’t eat. She kept sticking her head in my armpit. Definitely looked like she’d never eaten solid food before. Well anyway, I stuck a little in her mouth today, and wow! She decided this food thing is really cool. After only one night of Bacitracin and Aloe paste, the cuts is pretty much closed and the redness almost gone. All in all, I think she’s doing very well. She was very scared the first night. After all, it’s a noisy family and we were moving stuff. She seems to be getting used to it already.
UPDATE, June 11, 2010:
Here’s McGuinness all cleaned up!
She went to vet earlier today and I am pleased to report she got a clean bill of health!
LAST GASP: Tipper R.I.P.
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
It is with a heavy heart I announce that Tipper, the big brother and den mother to the Oak Street kittens, has passed on. I learned this today from the woman whose property his little pride inhabits: her name is Jane. She said it happened a couple weeks ago and she has no idea what happened. One day she left her house and found him dead.
Goodbye little angel. You will be missed.
Miss Heather
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