Bachelor of the Week: Bennifur!

Dear World,

Today I write you a story about ribbons, a tale about love, a saga about crowding. Today, I tell you the story of Bennifur.



This little dude is about 10 years old and came from a hoarding situation. He was found amidst piles of milk rings, sparkly balls, and loads and loads of rubber bands. Now in therapy for his

I have just been alerted that Bennifur was not, in fact, the hoarder but was removed from a hoarding situation along with his sister Crystal Castle. I wish someone would give me all the details in advance. Moving on… Although he came from a difficult situation, he loves to play with ribbons and is filled with energy. He’s also filled with FIV, but, as I’ve said before and will say again, no big deal.  Bennifur needs a loving home, a feline companion, and possibly a new name. Yikes. His sister was already adopted into a new home so dear Bennifur waits, hoping for just the right person/cat team with which to share his heart. Do you think it’s you and your kitty?

If you think that you are the right one for Bennifur, contact Tree House today! Tell them alumna Crepes sent you.

"Is that a ribbon? I love ribbons." - Bennifur.

“Is that a ribbon? I love ribbons.” – Bennifur.




PS from Tree House *Feline Immunodeficiency Virus (FIV) causes a weakening of the immune system in cats. It’s often compared to human HIV, but FIV is not transferable to humans or other species. It is also difficult to transfer to other sterilized cats, and we believe that mixed FIV and non-FIV households can work if managed properly. If kept indoors in a stress-free environment, with regular medical care and high-quality nutrition, most FIV+ cats live long and healthy lives. Tree House staff can help answer your questions to see if an FIV+ cat is the right choice for you. FIV+ cats adopted from Tree House are eligible for a lifetime veterinary-care plan that includes a free annual exam and discounted treatments.*

Bachelorette of the Week: Adelaide!

Come one, come all to the meeting of Adelaide!

The one, the only: Adelaide.

The one, the only: Adelaide.

Ms. Adelaide Rosenburg is a bit of everything: a bit of tortie, a bit of tabby, a bit of calico. She’s what’s known as a torbie, a true lady of many cultures. Adelaide joined the team at Tabby’s Place just this summer after wandering for a bit in the outside world. Now in her senior years, Adelaide is looking to settle down in a home with a lot of cats to love and people to snuggle. Her attitude is one of joy and positivity, and so is her FIV status. But she doesn’t care, because she’s just a happy, happy girl.

Some might think that Addy, as she’s called by her friends, should have a lot to complain about, but Addy doesn’t think so, and that’s what really matters. She has had some problems with inflammation that went untreated during her years outside, and that caused her a severe case of stomatitis, which she’s currently conversing with politely. I say “conversing” rather than “struggling” because it seems that Addy’s attitude doesn’t allow her to be rude to anything, even a painful condition that required the removal of most of her teeth.

If you would like to meet this little five-pound bundle of joy, contact Tabby’s Place today. If you’d like to donate to her care, you can do so here and be certain of the fact that she’s dancing to a soft little tune in her head, and making biscuits for you, her sponsor. She never runs out of biscuits. She’s just great like that.

I have no teeth? That's ok, I didn't need them anyway.

“I have no teeth? That’s ok. I don’t need teeth to smile.” – Addy.

"Oh, is that a spot on your lap? Can I make biscuits there?" - Addy.

“Oh, is that a spot on your lap? Can I make biscuits there?” – Addy.

Lovely photos provided by Tabby’s Place.



Bachelor of the Week: Duff!

You guys!

Please meet Duff.



Don’t shake his hand, though! He might cream you in the face with a pie.

Now, I can’t say that with any real certainty, because I don’t have any photo evidence that he’s ever actually done that, but Save A Pet IL tells me that he’s like the clown of the FIV+ room, and we all know that clowns like to cream people in the faces with pie. And scare little children. And three-legged cats. I hate clowns.

And yet, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about Duff’s face that puts me right at ease. Here. Look at it:


Oh, maybe that wasn’t the best choice. Here, try this one:

Ahh. There.

Ahh. There.

Much better.  Anyway, Duff the Buff, as the ladies call him, is about 5 years old, give or take a year, and would be happy in a home with other cats. He is FIV+ and will require a bit of extra vet care, a healthy diet, and lots of love. You know, the same as all cats.

If you’d like to meet Duff, contact Save A Pet today!

"You, tail! I've got you now!" - Duff.

“You, tail! I’ve got you now!” – Duff.


Watch out, tail! Duff the Buff is going to get you!





PS. I’ll be posting more shortly, but if you haven’t already purchased tickets to the Los Angeles-based Kitty Bungalow Charm School for Wayward Cats’ CATbaret, you need to do it now. Now, I say!  MomFOD might be there… oh, who am I kidding? She already has a ticket and is going. So please come!