Bachelorette of the Week: Henrietta!

Dear Readers,
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You know how as a kid, you might have had a scruffy little teddy bear? One whose fur was worn from all the hugs and kisses you bestowed upon him, and the jelly you spilled on him and left to dry, but then licked off later when you remembered it was there?
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If you’ve ever wanted to relive that comfort but in the form of a cat, I have for you, the one, the only: Henrietta.
Henrietta: the coolest 12 year old around.

Henrietta: the coolest 12 year old around.

::applause::
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Now, Henrietta isn’t particularly set on going home with one person. You see, she has needs. Special needs. She has liver disease and is working hard to keep the ring worm at bay. There may even be a touch of lymphoma, but she hasn’t fully fessed up to it yet. She’s got a great attitude, though, despite her sad origins in a tightly-packed hoarder house. She loves people and other cats, and really, she’s quite happy where she is at Tabby’s Place.
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My point here is this: Henrietta is looking for someone to help pay her Tabby’s Place rent. Well, she’s looking for sponsors. See her as the Artur Rubenstein of cats, seeking a patron to help her keep up her lifestyle while she tickles the ivories of all who come to pet her. Her medications are expensive, and so is her hairdresser. Do you have any idea what it costs these days to get that punk ombre done just right? Do you? Henrietta is particular about her hair and you’ll notice that some days it’s black, other’s it’s silver, and now it’s kind of white in places. Tabby’s Place even described her as a little “fiber optic Christmas Tree.” It’s all part of her lifestyle, and possibly her liver disease, and she needs someone to help her keep that going.
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Henrietta has a lot of friends in her flat, and they all have numerous sponsors. But not Henrietta. For some reason, she has been overlooked by the sponsorship world. She needs to close this gap and I’m hoping that today, with the help of you, my dear readers, we can change that. Share her little teddy bear face far and wide and ask if anyone has a spare $14 a month to donate to help this lovely lady live the lifestyle she deserves. 
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For more information about sponsoring Henrietta and some fabulous writing by the ever-wonderful Angela Townsend of Tabby’s Place, click here!  You won’t be sorry. Neither will Henrietta. Or her hair.
Henrietta in her dark phase.

Henrietta in her dark phase. The food on her nose is tres chic.

Henrietta in her silver period. Outstanding. And pricey.

Henrietta in her silver period. Outstanding. And pricey.

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Love,
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Crepes.

Bachelor of the Week: Yellow Tail

World, Meet Yellow Tail.

Yellow Tail posing.

Yellow Tail posing.

This handsome bachelor came from some rough circumstances under a dumpster at a restaurant. He maintains that he was trying to order some sushi for dinner but it started raining and he needed a dry spot to wait for his rolls. We’ll let him have that story.
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Yellow Tail loves to snuggle with adults (sorry, kids), long walks on your carpeted hallways, and intimate sashimi dinners, hold the rice. He’s also really into photography, but of a more internal kind. In fact, he has an entire series of portraits via ultrasound of his heart that he’s just waiting for a room of his own to frame and hang. He plans to continue his hobby in his new home, so adopters should be aware that he’ll need occasional rides to his doctor for his ultrasonic modeling sessions. You see, Yellow Tail’s heart has a few parts that are just a bit bigger than others, which requires a doctor’s monitoring but also allows for some really artistic photographic angles. Truly stunning.
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Yellow Tail wouldn’t mind another cat in the house but very likely he’d prefer to be your one and only. He’ll chat with you all night long and it only requires that you snap your fingers and say “Yellow Tail,” and he will appear like the miracle that he is.
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If you would like to meet Yellow Tail, contact Tree House Humane Society today! Hurry. He’s got sushi rolls to serve you and that stuff doesn’t keep.
"Hurry. These spicy tuna rolls won't keep long." - Yellow Tail

“Hurry. My spicy tuna rolls are wilting.” – Yellow Tail

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Love,
Crepes.

 

Bachelor of the Week: Mr. Grey Fluffy Pants!

World,

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Today, I give you my Valentine’s Day bachelor. I chose him because, quite frankly, he looks like Louie and I dream about cats that look like Louie being adopted by someone other than MomFOD (She still hasn’t answered for her LIES.)
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Eh hem.
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Let me introduce you today to a man with a full name and a full neck mane. Please meet Mr. Grey Fluffy Pants. ::applause::
The one, the only: Mr. GFP

The one, the only: Mr. GFP

Mr. Pants was originally a member of a Tabby’s Place feral cat colony. He was content living outside, but suddenly the colony caretaker noticed that something nefarious was afoot. Quite literally. Mr. Pants’ foot became highly inflamed and infected with a bunch of n’er-do-well bacteria.
The TP Team decreed that Mr. Pants’ affliction was likely due to a condition called “Pododermatitis.” (Say it out loud. You know you want to.)
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It would appear that Pododermatitis (say it again. I’ll wait.) is an auto-immune disease that causes the pads of a cat’s paw to become sensitive and swollen. His little tender beans could not stand to live outside any longer, so Tabby’s Place brought him in! And, luckily for Mr. Pants and all involved, he loved people! And, so far, his tiny toesies haven’t puffed up again.
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Mr. Pants is a happy-go-lucky nebelung kitty with gigantic charms and a wee case of FIV. He’s open to talking about it, in case you have questions, but he doesn’t think it’s a big deal.
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If you’d like to meet Mr. Grey Fluffy Pants, contact Tabby’s Place in Ringoes, New Jersey today! Hurry! Mr. Pants is looking for someone to hug.
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For more info on Mr. Grey Fluffy Pants, click here. 
To sponsor him, click here. 
Secure enough in his masculinity to wear pink.

Secure enough in his masculinity to wear pink.

Rub it. You know you want to.

Rub it. You know you want to.

Love,
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Crepes. 

PS. Happy Valentine’s Day!