Blog 29: Whisker Fatigue or, The Older I Grow, the Less I Know! And so, dear reader, as we embark on the newest New Year, I am faced with the daunting task of confronting my profound ignorance of even the most commonly known facts. Some background info here: just before Christmas there was a line at our favorite pet emporium and so I idly perused a copy of Cat Fancy Magazine. When it came my turn to pay for such necessities as a laser pointer, grow it yourself catnip and the

One For the Money, Two For the Show, Three to Get Ready…. or, Some Thoughts on Adding a Pair of Kittens to Our Sedate Household! According to no specific plan, I have been Mom to a series of adult-only cats. Since the deaths of my beloved Simon and Buddy in 1987 (both of whom came to me as babies—Buddy quite literally as the single offspring of Simon the Lynx Point Siamese—and yes, we believed Simon to be male!), I have never had a true kitten to call my own. Sure, I fostered