These are pictures of my cat Joey and my dog Bonnie. For most pictures, you can click on a thumbnail image to see a larger view.
There's also a section for angel dog and cats.
|8 weeks old||About 10 weeks|
|On top of the china cabinet||On the fireplace frame, watching turtles|
We got Cinnamon in December 1997 for (and on) my birthday, when she was 8 weeks old. She was a Shiba Inu breed, and a present that kept on giving! She was delightful, very affectionate and playful. She loved almost everyone, especially children. She got along well with the cats, and she and Joey even played together, chasing and wrestling! However, her body wore out at age 15 1/2, too soon for me. Fly free, Cinnamon!
|Cinnamon at the beach with me|
|Cinnamon taking a nap||Cinnamon and Joey|
|Almost 2 years old||Let's play!|
|Cinnamon as a puppy||5 months old|
Victor came into my garage through the cat door during a snowy period in late December. He was scruffy and limping. I gave him food and water, but could not catch him. After a few days I became concerned about his possible health problems and the effect on my other cats, so we closed him in the garage and my husband managed to catch him, though the cat bit his hand through a very heavy glove! We took Victor to the vet, where he shared his lice and rearranged everything on the shelf in the exam room by trying to climb the wall! After I gave him a series of baths he no longer had lice, and was a bit more tame. Kind friends and cat lovers Kristin and Asoka kept Victor in their guest room while I had holiday company, and then Victor came back to be neutered and live in one of my bathrooms while I tried to tame him and improve his health. It took months of patient work, using intuitive animal communication and Tellington Touch, but Victor became a beautiful and sweet companion. He was still very fearful, and hid whenever anyone but us was around. However as time went on he got comfortable with other people that were here a lot, actually became fairly sociable, and was my lap cat! So I feel that he did have a good victory over his fears. When his kidneys finally failed, Steve (and the vet) helped him with his transition out of a body that no longer worked. I miss my velcro-cat in the kitchen, even if I did almost fall over him a lot of times! But I'm sure he’s found a place in the sun.