My Two Dads

Here's an update on the cat you know as Thomperclorke (now lovingly referred to as Scrapperton on all legal documents, and Scraps, Scrappy, Pooperton, Thomperclorke and all number of other nicknames around the house):

He's doing fine! We love him! He's awesome!


Dad #1


Dad #2 (aka uncle)


He sure sleeps a lot!

Feral Kitties!

In Malpeque Harbour, Prince Edward Island, there is a little colony of cats that is taken care of by the local fishermen. They are fed fresh fish and given water, and even have a little cat-version of a Single Wide called The Cat's Meow to keep warm in at night and are given hay in the winter to keep even warmer. It's two parts adorable and one part heartbreaking. There are more than a dozen scrappy cats and kittens sleeping, scampering and sauntering around. As cute as they are and as friendly as many of them are to strange people who wander in squealing with kitten-y delight, they are wild little stinkers who you can't cuddle and maul and steal off to your home under cloak of darkness. Not all of them like pets, which is a drag, but what can you expect from a feral cat? If you do go to PEI, I suggest you go take a gander. The fishermen always accept donations of food or money to help keep the kittens in kibbles.

at last, a pocket

michael and i got to bring pocket to team willow yesterday! she's got beautiful eyes: they are aquamarine around the edges and then a lighter blue in the middle. i hope they stay that color! she's super cute when she's sleepy, rolling on her back and stretching and yawning. she seems to be adjusting well, but the man of the house is another story: a-hissing and a-sooking all over the place, skulking away when pocket wants to play. who knew elliot was such a, well, pussy?

photos courtesy michael and paul.

Stella update

Some cats like to play, but this one likes to absorb literature

Vagrant Kittens Saved On Northwood Terrace,Status: ADORABLE!!!

There's really not much that needs to be said when you've got three totally new kittens plodding around your feet, and napping on your chest. The best move would probably be to just grab a camera and start writing down all the great things they could be saying in posters, like "Not another Monday!" or "Bad hair day!" or "Just hangin' around.". Y'know?

Robbie found these little rascals under a porch on Northwood Terrace with the help of a local 10 year old. Apparently none of the neighbours know who's they are, so Steph offered to take them in - it was the best decision she ever made in her life! We're proud to report that Francesca has enthusiastically offered to take one of the little guys (the black one) in as a new member of Team Willow! Hopefully Elliot won't mind a company.

I wanted to name the white/grey one Paperclip. Nobody else seems to like that name.

A Tribute to Finnegan

I'm sorry for your loss, Elling and Bryh. Just from the photos on Finnegan's Blog I can tell that he was an impressively awesome kitty.

elliot's new places.

this weekend elliot made a home in 2 exciting new places!


1. in the towel compartment of our shelving.
















2. on the shoulder of dmc.