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Cooking for…..

kittens? Yes. In 1987 my sister sent a five-week old kitten from CA to NYC on a plane with my brother as a surprise. Surprise, dog gal, you now have a kitten that fell off the 7′ shelf he was born on at two weeks of age and his mother would not feed.

Gorgeous Burmese/Tuxedo talker. I never got the last word until I held him in my arms 13 years later as he was euthanized with heart dysfunction exacerbated by pneumonia.

I knew absolutely nothing about cats. He didn’t even know how to drink water because he couldn’t see it. I left him milk when I went to work, had no A/C so it curdled during the day because it was so hot.

The first day I got a book on cats that told me to only feed him raw kidneys and to keep them in the freezer for four days to eliminate bacteria. OK. Then I got a book I still use (or did, when I lend it out it tends to disappear) that said build a mouse from the ground up.

I bought a chicken, ate the breasts over a couple of days and took off all the other meat for my Nathan. Hebrew for “gift.” My current dog is Zoe, Greek for “life.” Yes, that’s how I name my family, you’re glad right now I don’t have kids.

I mixed it with all kinds of stuff, cottage cheese, lecithin powder, kelp, bone meal. He barely ate it. I finally learned about organics. When he died at age 13 he was on Innova canned. I do much better with what is out there today.

For birthday and Christmas I got him and his little brother, Mickey, each a can of Fancy Feast trash food as a gift. Mick was named Mick Dundee, after Crocodile Dundee, because he was fearless when I adopted him at nine weeks. He took my dog’s bed for a year and then taught himself to fetch crumpled up post-it notes and retrieve them to me. His name morphed to Mickey Mouse and then just Mickey. He liked the twice a year Fancy Feast treats as well. Dogs ran away from home just to play with him.

My dog just turned eleven. She is on frozen raw and dry food. The dry is to prepare her tummy for long road trips. We’ll be moving soon and I can’t get dry ice here to keep her frozen food cold so I’m mixing the two now.

In my life I have “owned” two cats and two dogs. I love all of them but can no longer have cats because my husband is deathly allergic to them. I yearn to live on a farm so all the unowned cats will visit and I can see them outdoors, capture and have them spayed/neutered and if they forgive me for that, feed them. I continue to bathe Zoe every two weeks so her dander doesn’t make my husband sneeze. She loves the bath, not the comb-out 24 hours later.

After my first Nathan surprise, all our animals are from shelters. Please adopt from shelters. I worked with Greyhound Pets of America (GPA) for years and saw pitiful dogs coming off the racetrack of last resort, Caliente, and turning around in two weeks with good food, health care and human care. You may get a diamond in the rough, but it’s your diamond to polish.

I follow the no grain formula, frozen raw and my dog has the softest coat in the neighborhood. Yes, it’s expensive but at 11 our Zoe is happy and healthy. I bet she’d love that chicken mix I made for Nathan back in the day! Dee

Dogs and Cats

“Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria.” Ghostbusters, Bill Murray

My dogs and cats lived together. My first rescue dog, 1991, joined my cat, a Burmese mix, also a rescue, from 1987. They were never close, just slept in the same position two feet from one another for years.

The second rescue cat crawled into that dog’s bed and stayed for a year. The cats never got along, separate litter boxes and food, but dogs would run away from home to see my younger cat, Mick, Mickey, Mick Dundee. Neighbor dogs would wrestle with him. He eventually went to live with a Corgi who would place Mickey’s head in his mouth. He loved dogs.

Now I walk down the street with the Hipless Wonder Dog Zoe, who will be eleven years old next week and people pick up their purse pets and turn away to keep them away from that “big dog.” Zoe is 35 pounds, an Australian Shepherd mix and if a two year-old child grabbed food from her dish she’d look up at me and ask if she could have some more.

Zoe’s idea of danger is sleeping on her bed with view of bedrooms, kitchen and front door so I can’t leave, even to take out trash or recycling, without her knowledge.

Just so you know the full story, when Zoe was a pup a cat, Meow Meow, used to hang out outside our home. We didn’t feed her for a few months, and found out she hung out at a number of places. We were special. Zoe was young and out walking 8X per day. MM took advantage of that because a certain mockingbird was after her. We were a parade. Me, Zoe, Meow Meow and the mockingbird. Zoe and I were MM’s protection detail, to keep the neighborhood bully from stealing her lunch money.

Zoe loves cats. They can’t run from her or they’re prey. Dashiell was a great cat, a Maine Coon Cat. They’re very dog-like and owner-specific. Luckily he got Lillian to keep him company, see a theme here?

So, I can’t have a cat unless I live in the country and they visit me outside. I have a dog that loves cats and a husband who is allergic to them. I can’t live in the country because my husband does city work. And ’round and ’round it goes. You wonder why I didn’t choose math as a specialty. A+B doesn’t always =C. But you still get… Cheers, from Dee