Snowcat Strike

Mrrrr Friends,

As a purebred Wisconsin Snowcat, I'm bummed. All the snow is gone, and the skies are grey. I went for a walk, and felt like I was in LA. I'd be frolicking in snow if it were an Adirondack winter day.

Mrrrow.

In excellent news: Alex the cat is eating, back on track with golden nugget production, and generally frisky. This does not mean she is 100%. She's dealing, we think, with hyperthyroidism. But with a change of diet and some more thought, we all hope she'll be healthy for many years to come.

A photo from better winter days. Readers, think snow now.

Donne Cat

Mrrrr Friends,

My cat pal Alex is not well.  I would like to note, however, that after 100ml of lactated ringers she took the opportunity to smack me in the head....this act of defiance reassures me. I wish she would eat though.

I love her. Seeing her struggle makes me very quiet and contemplative. I go often to my rock in my brook in the mornings.

A cool dude cat once said:

No cat is an island, entire of itself; every cat is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Felinedom is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any cat's death diminishes me, because I am involved in catkind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

Send good vibes to Alex the cat.

Yeah, I know the above has been attributed to that John Donne dude (Meditation XVII), and he's cool, but I'm quoting the original, written by his cat companion and passed down via an oral tradition by cats for centuries.