Friends. It's Giving Tuesday Eve. What better way to celebrate than by introducing you to my favorite cat in the shelter? This is Bagheera. My love. My girl. My spherical angel. I mean, LOOK AT HER. That face. Those eyes. The little tongue blep. Oh my stars, isn't she the cutest? She's fat. She's middle-aged (9 and a half). She's chatty. And she's absolutely and completely brilliant. Now, if you know me, you know that I like my cats with some spice. All-sugar cats are great and all, but... everyone wants those. They're nowhere near as interesting to hang out
Wiggly of butt, gentle of heart, asymmetrical of ear, and besnaggled of tooth... that's me! Moose! Yep, it's me again. Good ol' Moose the Goose, still holding out hope that someone will see me and decide to make me part of their family! So here's what you need to know: First of all, I'm real friendly. Like, in the shelter, they've sort of made me the event ambassador. I get to go all kinds of places, meet people of all ages, and represent the shelter. I've met plenty of kids (including big groups of them... in Halloween costumes, no less!) and
It's no secret that I'm a little bit different. Galaxies in my eyes and a heart of the purest gold. My name is Pretzel and I can already tell that our friendship is going to be something special. Stop and lean to pet me for a moment and I won't pass up the opportunity. I'll just climb straight into your arms! All I really want is for someone to hold me, carry me around, dance with me to Christmas carols in the kitchen... as long as we're close, I'm happy. You don't even have to use your hands. I'll ride around
Excuse me, but... do you happen to have a free lap? An unoccupied petting hand? Maybe you're experienced in the art of toy operation? If not, it's okay. I'll help you practice! My name is Pastel and I'm a little baby angel (well, two years old, so technically a fully-grown angel) in a petite cat body. I'm simply the most delightful thing on four legs. I'm not in-your-face at first. I like to hang out in quiet spots and watch the hustle and bustle of the shelter until someone comes to say hello to me. Then, I'd like a moment to get
4 weeks old, already about 20 lb (and growing!), cute as all get-out, and ready to be yours! My name is Butter Pecan and, if you want a puppy who is super-friendly and willing to learn, I do believe I may be your girl! I'm your typical baby dog: needle teeth, big heart, yet to discover impulse control... y'know. The works. A bundle of energy and chaos most of the time. I want to be all over you, as close to you as possible. And, whatever it is you're doing at any given time... I might not really understand it,
Welcome to the inaugural meeting of the "This is Just My Face" club. My name is Elizabeth, founder and chairfeline, and here's what we, the cats of the TIJMF club, want you to know: This? This is just my face. I know I look shocked and offended, as though Former Soviet President, the Late Mikhail Gorbachev has just come into the room in a lacy teddy and begun twerking at me. But I promise, I'm not. It's not Botox that gives me this permanently surprised expression. Nor, indeed, am I constantly seeing skittering ghosts invisible to the human eye. Actually, I'm
Just LOOK at these two. Really. Have you ever seen a more stylish pair? They're like the fashion statement of the year! Dante is all-black, petite, with a little round face and startling amber eyes. Snow is all-white, fluffy, with a long and elegant build and a little pink nose. I mean, they're such a perfectly matched pair that someone should probably write an animated Pixar short about them as a pair of good-natured buddy cops, fighting crime through community outreach. As you can probably tell, Dante and Snow are a bonded pair. They've grown up together, they love each
Have you ever started something new and found yourself totally out of your depth? Moved to a new country where you didn't know the language? Started a new job that was so totally and completely different from your old one that you hardly knew which way was up? For me, it was coming to the shelter after being a stray in Cadet, possibly for a long time. When I got here, they gave me a name: Chickie. They estimated that I was about a year old. I had been running with two other dogs, whom they guess may be my sister
Hello! Bonjour! Ni Hao! Me llamo Twitty. Or... Je m'appelle Twitty. Or... Ich heisse Twitty. I don't know which human language it is that you speak, but it doesn't really matter to me. I only speak cat, after all, and as far as I'm concerned, that's a universal language. So I hope you'll understand when I tell you that I need your help. I've been waiting here in the shelter for months and months. I raised my babies here, sent them out into the world, and they all found homes ages ago. But me? Nada. Zilch. That's where you come in. Because I
How do you make a Churro? Weeeeeeeeelllll... Start with one puppy, golden brown and oh-so-delicious. Add a heaping scoop of fun, a whole lot of sweetness, and a liiiiiiittle dash of chaos (nah, who am I kidding? Put some extra chaos in there. No, more than that.) Mix it all up and... you're not quite there yet! This little Churro has the potential to become something truly wonderful, but just like bread needs time to rise and cakes need to cool before they're iced, a 19-week-old puppy needs time to grow before they're really fully formed. Good ingredients give this
