No Plantidote, no Petidote, no Fruit-of-the-Month Club, no Friday Cat Blogging, even. Only, here and there, a glimpse of random beauty. Otherwise gloom, pre-revolutionary cell meetings, and whatnot. Well, at least we haven't had an earthquake lately. Read below the fold...
Did you know you may be able to buy your pet medications at a local pharmacy at way lower prices than the veterinarian? I did not, but the local supermarket pharmacy (part of the Kroger chain) put out flyers about it, so I asked the vet for a prescription for Scout's pain relievers (that's Scout, above). The vet charges $200 a month for her 50 mg Tramadol. The price at the pharmacy: $16! Read below the fold...
Are climate change, stolen elections, geopolitical instability, and kleptocrats messing with the economy keeping you up at night? If so, it's only because you are not aware of the much more insidious threat to humankind -- and you better pay attention, people, because they're coming. Yes, it's cats with thumbs!! Read below the fold...
Dogs are helping veterans with PTSD heal more effectively than medication.
Veterans, of course, aren't the only people suffering from PTSD. Anyone who has experienced an event that was traumatic for that person -- very much a subjective definition -- can end up with PTSD, and it can be challenging to treat. Read below the fold...
If you have cat(s), you know how clever they are when it comes to finding weird places to sleep. But there's nothing like finding your cat snoozing in the sink, in your shoe, in the clean laundry basket (gee, thanks for replacing all the pet hair lost to the washer!). It never gets old! So here are 25 cats who have found the perfect place to relax -- and look goofy at the same time. Read below the fold...
My son's friends have a Tumblr page called "Animals with Stuffed Animals" , which has to be one of the best time wasters on the intertoobs. You can overdose on cute there in under a minute, easy! See what I mean: Read below the fold...
Today's Petidote is courtesy of Correntian bungalowkitchens. Piper, shown above, is one of three. Below the fold, we got moar kittehz, moar picshurs, moar storiez! Moar, moar, moar! First up, Maya -- in a tote! Read below the fold...
Today's Petidote is from Correntian ohio, who answered our pleas for more pet pictures with the lovely Miss B.B., part of an extended feral cat family. Thank you, ohio -- for taking care of them and for sharing them with us. Hat tip coming at ya!! And now for the tale (tail?) of Miss B.B. and company:
Miss B.B. is a feral cat who has decided I don’t suck.
Today's Petidote is courtesy of Correntian smott999. Here's Bugsy's back story:
Bugsy's full name is Bugs Bunny for his propensity to hop around like a rabbit when he was a kitten, at food-time! He’s a Pennsylvania Snowshoe (part Siamese), a breed I didn’t even know existed when I got him at Petland 17 years ago. Yes, 17!
Prompted by this comment. That's my baby, back when he was a youngling and was trapped in a sunbeam. He and his sister are my world, as in any cat-ruled household. Life is never that bad when one or both are purring somewhere on/near me. Read below the fold...
Large-scale grain agriculture began in the Near East's Fertile Crescent. With the storage of surplus grain came mice, which fed on it and contaminated it.
Settled farming communities with dense rodent populations were a new habitat. Wildcats came out of the woods and grasslands to exploit it. They may have lived close to man -- but not petting-close -- for centuries.
