Comments on: The Drug-Addicted Art Students Downstairs or, How We Got Angelo http://bloggochicago.com/2004/10/14/the-drug-addicted-art-students-downstairs-or-how-we-got-angelo/ blah blah blah from the northwest side Tue, 06 Jan 2009 14:43:54 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: gladys http://bloggochicago.com/2004/10/14/the-drug-addicted-art-students-downstairs-or-how-we-got-angelo/#comment-49 gladys Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 +0000 http://bloggochicago.com/?p=143#comment-49 awwwwwwww......you're making me want to go out and see what's become of the little guy outside who runs under the porch whenever I try to reach for him (but who actually let me pet his nose for the first time the other day!) Foof-cat is getting way up in years--she's 13 and not in the best of health--but I think all adoption-type plans may be precluded by White Cat, who rules the roost and isn't afraid to let you know it. (He hisses at Little Guy through the window, whenever he shows his face--and when Cat Three Doors Over got into the basement through the hole in the window, Whitey was the one who administered the ass-whuppin that made him/her leave.) We'll find out soon, though...my "little brother", Tim, gets evicted tomorrow, and along with his furniture, I'm apparently "storing" his cats--all three of them. God help us all. awwwwwwww……you’re making me want to go out and see what’s become of the little guy outside who runs under the porch whenever I try to reach for him (but who actually let me pet his nose for the first time the other day!)

Foof-cat is getting way up in years–she’s 13 and not in the best of health–but I think all adoption-type plans may be precluded by White Cat, who rules the roost and isn’t afraid to let you know it. (He hisses at Little Guy through the window, whenever he shows his face–and when Cat Three Doors Over got into the basement through the hole in the window, Whitey was the one who administered the ass-whuppin that made him/her leave.)

We’ll find out soon, though…my “little brother”, Tim, gets evicted tomorrow, and along with his furniture, I’m apparently “storing” his cats–all three of them. God help us all.

]]> By: Aunt Ruby http://bloggochicago.com/2004/10/14/the-drug-addicted-art-students-downstairs-or-how-we-got-angelo/#comment-50 Aunt Ruby Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 +0000 http://bloggochicago.com/?p=143#comment-50 YIKES! Both my kids were art students downtown. Don't get me scared Barb. I feel better after reading the story cause I figure it wasn't my younguns. There were too poor to buy drugs and they both HATE Johnny Cash. Glad the kitty found you. It's just what he needed. YIKES! Both my kids were art students downtown. Don’t get me scared Barb. I feel better after reading the story cause I figure it wasn’t my younguns. There were too poor to buy drugs and they both HATE Johnny Cash.

Glad the kitty found you. It’s just what he needed.

]]> By: barb http://bloggochicago.com/2004/10/14/the-drug-addicted-art-students-downstairs-or-how-we-got-angelo/#comment-51 barb Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 +0000 http://bloggochicago.com/?p=143#comment-51 i'm sure they weren't yours, Aunt Ruby! i’m sure they weren’t yours, Aunt Ruby!

]]> By: barb http://bloggochicago.com/2004/10/14/the-drug-addicted-art-students-downstairs-or-how-we-got-angelo/#comment-52 barb Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 +0000 http://bloggochicago.com/?p=143#comment-52 hoho! so you've got a porch cat, eh? we had one, too. now he's an indoor cat! i love your cats' names. hee hee. is Foof-Cat your first? Hopper's the first cat i've ever had the honor to be owned by, and she'll be 10 in January. i can't believe she's starting to get up there. eep--you're going to have 6 cats besides the porch cat and Cat Three Doors Over? good luck! hoho! so you’ve got a porch cat, eh? we had one, too. now he’s an indoor cat!

i love your cats’ names. hee hee. is Foof-Cat your first? Hopper’s the first cat i’ve ever had the honor to be owned by, and she’ll be 10 in January. i can’t believe she’s starting to get up there.

eep–you’re going to have 6 cats besides the porch cat and Cat Three Doors Over? good luck!

]]> By: gladys http://bloggochicago.com/2004/10/14/the-drug-addicted-art-students-downstairs-or-how-we-got-angelo/#comment-53 gladys Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 +0000 http://bloggochicago.com/?p=143#comment-53 Foof (actually her nickname!) is the oldest among my CURRENT cats. My FIRST cat was Cujo, who I got when I was 16. He lived an unpleasantly short life and died of kidney failure when I was away at college, which just screwed me all up. Then there was Sara, who (once Foof came into the picture) refused to use her litterbox and ended up moving in with a friend of mine who apparently didn't care about such things. Foof came next--adopted from a vet's office, where she and her sibs had been left--and then for a brief time I was a six-cat family: Foof, my roomie's cat, and the four kittens born on a cold October night in my roomie's bedroom. We gave all but one of the kittens away--a little orange tabby. Striper was probably my all-time favorite cat; he lived to be nine years old, and was with me through my wild years. He got liver cancer, and we had to have him put to sleep about three years ago. (Ask me how much of a mess I was THAT day.) And then we got Whitey, who CR named after himself, but when CR left I immediately changed his name. He's doing his level best to become my little shadow, at the moment; he still can't get over that little crowd staying in the back bedroom. He actually hopped into bed with LJ and I this morning, which is almost unheard of....but then again, it was DAMN cold in the house! Maybe he was just trying to get in on the warm quilts... Foof (actually her nickname!) is the oldest among my CURRENT cats. My FIRST cat was Cujo, who I got when I was 16. He lived an unpleasantly short life and died of kidney failure when I was away at college, which just screwed me all up. Then there was Sara, who (once Foof came into the picture) refused to use her litterbox and ended up moving in with a friend of mine who apparently didn’t care about such things. Foof came next–adopted from a vet’s office, where she and her sibs had been left–and then for a brief time I was a six-cat family: Foof, my roomie’s cat, and the four kittens born on a cold October night in my roomie’s bedroom. We gave all but one of the kittens away–a little orange tabby. Striper was probably my all-time favorite cat; he lived to be nine years old, and was with me through my wild years. He got liver cancer, and we had to have him put to sleep about three years ago. (Ask me how much of a mess I was THAT day.) And then we got Whitey, who CR named after himself, but when CR left I immediately changed his name. He’s doing his level best to become my little shadow, at the moment; he still can’t get over that little crowd staying in the back bedroom. He actually hopped into bed with LJ and I this morning, which is almost unheard of….but then again, it was DAMN cold in the house! Maybe he was just trying to get in on the warm quilts…

]]> By: barb http://bloggochicago.com/2004/10/14/the-drug-addicted-art-students-downstairs-or-how-we-got-angelo/#comment-54 barb Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 +0000 http://bloggochicago.com/?p=143#comment-54 i'm sorry about Cujo--another great cat name, btw. it's hard when they go before their time. my only experience with this though, is as a volunteer. i can only imagine Whitey's reactions! i don't think it was the quilts, Gladys--he needs reassurance. =^.^= i’m sorry about Cujo–another great cat name, btw. it’s hard when they go before their time. my only experience with this though, is as a volunteer.

i can only imagine Whitey’s reactions! i don’t think it was the quilts, Gladys–he needs reassurance. =^.^=

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