Shaved Pussy

The title of this blog may sound like a porn, but I'm referring to my cat, Mowis. When I started my last year of college Mowis began to pull out his fur, until he had two large naked patches on his sides. After graduation, I was home more, and his bald patches grew back.

Now, that I've started my internship, I'm gone more, and once again, he is pulling out his fur. People assume he has parasites or a rash, but it isn't that. He pulls out his fur due to the stress of me being gone. He can't do anything to relieve his stress, but take it out on himself. I've been spending more time with him hoping that he'll let it grow back again. After all, if I'd wanted a furless cat, I would have gotten a sphinx, not a tabby.

Rescued Pets are Always Best

Rescued animals make the best pets. They are the most appreciative and grateful--until you bring them home.

Xena was rescued from the shelter, and Mowis was rescued from my mom's shed and a life on the street. This is how they repayed me: ripping the arm of the couch, marking the carpet, shredding my homework, biting my ankle, waking me up at five in the morning, and tearing up the carpet.

Mowis seems to forget he was born under a shed and Xena doesn't realize how close she may have come to euthanasia. She may even have forgotten she came from a shelter where she lived in a crowded cage with three brothers. Her actions would quickly reunite her with the shelter if she had been adopted by anyone else.

Mowis and Xena are brats at times, but I think they are very grateful we adopted them. If nothing else, even if they don't, I feel good knowing I rescued them and gave them a life they could have no other way.

My new "pet"

Animal neglect is a serious crime. But so far, I've faithfully fed, cleaned, and played with Pookie--at the expense of my real pets who have licked their water dish dry and whose litter box stench reaches space.

No, Pookie is not imaginary; nor is she a pet rock (I wish I could have jumped on that money-making scheme.). She is my virtual pet in Pet Society, a game by playfish that I found on Facebook. I usually don't embrace the same things as mainstream pop culture, but the addictive quality of this game as well as the cute animal appeal lurred me in.

So, why am I ignoring my real pets for Pookie? Well, Pookie doesn't mind when I dress her in people clothes. Mowis didn't even like when I put a bow tie around his neck. She can also drink margaritas and play the guitar. Also, when she poops, I don't have to smell it.

I'll admit I'm pathetically addicted to the game. It's sort of Simsesque. I love games like this where I can earn money, design characters, and remodel a house. Not to mention the rewarding/guilty feeling of dragging my friends into my addiction.

For those of you who are thinking about reporting me to the Humane Society, I do feed my cats--just not when I'm racing on Pet Society.

The Presidential Pooch

The White House has a new pet. The Obama family chose a Portuguese water dog. The breed is sure to be in demand now, similar to the dalmatian frenzy following the live-action movie. Of course, following a fad is a terrible reason to get a dog, and as a result, many dalmations ended up in the shelter. Hopefully, this will not be the case for Portuguese water dogs.

Which leads me to my point. As a popular public figure, Obama could have helped millions of homeless animals if he'd chosen to adopt his pet from the shelter. Obama had mentioned during his campaign that he preferred to rescue a dog from the shelter, but recieved Bo as a gift.

Several years ago, celebrities started an adoption fad when many chose to rescue animals instead of purchasing them from breeders. This made ordinary people consider adoption before going to the pet stores or commercial breeders.

Similarily, Oprah has used her celebrity notoriety to inform her viewers about animal cruelty. She also encourages people to adopt from shelters and to spay/nueter. Shelters reported a rise in adoption after one of her shows aired, while commercial breeders reported a record low. Such is the influence of the rich and famous.

Millions of dogs enter shelters every year. Many never find homes. Some argue that Obama should not be attacked for his choice because he needed a particular breed because that does not shed. However, this breed, along with many pure breds, can be found in shelters or from rescue organizations. In fact, there were several shelters that had this breed and were hopeing to be contacted by the presidential office.

Usually, famous people influence trivial decisions such as our choice of clothes and hairstyles; but, sometimes they use their power for good. If more celebrities chose to rescue animals, spay/neuter, and speak out against animal cruelty, millions of animals would not needlessly die every year.

"Paws"ing for a Moment

Even as busy as I get with school, work, and baby, I still take some time out of my packed schedule to help the less fortunate in my community. There is a family living in a run-down building in downtown Kokomo. Aside from the food I bring them once a week, they eat out of the dumpster to survive. You haven't read about them in the newspaper or seen them on the news, because no one cares about homeless cats. Except me, that is.

Apparently, no one cares about people right now either, because the food banks are empty. Anyway, I paused in my busy schedule to go to the alley after work and bring them a bag of dry cat food, a can of some most food, and some water for the bowl I placed at the entrance of the building.

I think by now they have associated me with food, because when they saw me stooped by the building, they left the dumpsters and headed toward the building even though I was still there. When I drove off, I could see them scarfing down their banquet by the light of my headlights. It made me happy to do something nice for them, and that they obviously appreciated it in their own cat-like way.