Tag: Taylor

  • Goodbye, sweet kitty.

    From the best I can tell, the only reason a girl turns thirty-five is so the cat she’s had since college can pass away. It’s happened to too many friends of mine this year, and now I guess it’s my turn.

  • scariness update: possibly fewer banditos in my future!

    Have been told we have security and alternate routes. Fingers crossed! Adventure! Taylor update: he’s eating, but he gets waves of hunger and then either gets distracted (which then he’ll eat again the second you put food under his face and go, “You were eating.” And then he’s all, “Oh, yes! Thank you.”) or he […]

  • Some friendly traveling tips from Lydia.

    My housekeeper Lydia (not just my housekeeper, but this morning mine) uses my parking space when she comes over, which means I have to be out of the apartment by a certain hour. This was the kind of morning where I thought I had everything ready to go until the very last second, when I […]

  • thinking good thoughts for the angriest cat in the world.

    Any morning where you wake up to find your cat in hypoglycemic shock is a bad morning. I immediately knew something was wrong when I woke up late. Taylor doesn’t let the sunrise pass without yelping for his food. He was under the writing desk, quite stiff and getting colder by the second.

  • doping.  just not me.

    doping. just not me.

    Taylor’s pre-game ritual. [courtesy of ab chao’s derby pics.]

  • An Open Letter to My Cat.

    Dear Cal, Are we currently starring in some kind of romantic comedy together? Or are you planning on auditioning for a Will Ferrell movie or something? Because our time together lately, if montaged with a kicky Katrina and the Waves song in the background, looks like something Touchtone Pictures would proudly present. Maybe you’re mad […]

  • pill pusher

    pill pusher

    It’s been three attempts now of trying to get Cal to take two pills and switch to wet (diet) food in order to treat his asthma. That’s six pills and half a can. That means I’ve accidentally eaten about half an antibiotic, more than a few fingertips worth of cat food, and almost gave Taylor […]

  • okay, cat people.

    okay, cat people.

    You’ll love this one. Taylor’s compulsive licking has hit a new high. And Cal is acting like the craziest cat of all time. Related? Probably not. After quite a few tests it has been determined that Taylor has: allergies.

  • keep your armies in your sleevies.

    Whenever I open a new bag of cat food and pour it into the cat food container, Taylor acts like he just won a jackpot, pulling himself up to the stream of kibble, trying to catch one in his mouth mid-stream. I can’t imagine how much more delightful and tasty one-second old kibble is compared […]

  • stuck/unstuck


    “You know, it’s his other leg this time.” That’s what the vet told me when I brought Taylor in. It’s his other leg that’s injured. And as Taylor hissed and growled in my arms and the vet gave me this look, I felt like the worst pet owner in the world. How did I not […]