my friend kourtney sent this to me because it is reminiscent of the show we’re performing in right now. i love david o’reilly.
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Thursday, October 8th, 2009
lilac
Thursday, September 10th, 2009
the other night at around 2:30am while i was furiously working to finish up a powerpoint presentation, i heard a tell-tale “mewing” outside my window. now, as some of you may know, i’ve got a thing for rescuing animals (see here) but the last time i did it, ponce, my giant orange cat, happened to be out of town and therefore couldn’t protest. this time, i had to deal with his nibs.
i went out to see what the fuss was about. i found this little kitty who was really well groomed and had a collar on with a bell but no identification. i figured she escaped from a nearby home and got lost, so i walked up and down the block looking for open windows but couldn’t find any. i finally decided to take her in, with the plan to take her to the animal shelter in the morning to see if she was tagged.
i did a little net research before i did, though. i didn’t want ponce to a.) get any weird diseases or b.) be pissed at me forever. i did what [insert random/creepy cat forum blog site name here] suggested and rushed her inside to the bathroom. i isolated her in the shower with a pan of litter, some water, some food and the cat carrier i would be transporting her in in the morning. she mewed a little bit, and ponce hissed at the bathroom door once, but other than that there wasn’t much drama.
in the morning i found her on the bathroom floor. she had somehow climbed over the six foot tall tile wall / shower doors and escaped my little sanctuary. i forgot that cats can be that agile - i’ve been living with a peaceful goliath. i snapped the above pic before hopping in a car and going to the shelter in east new york.
at the shelter, the micro-chip scanner revealed that she was no stray at all. indeed she was 4-year-old lilac, from troy avenue - roughly two blocks away from my house. i have to call the shelter to see if the owners picked her up. if they haven’t after 7 days she goes up for adoption.
if you have a pet anywhere, i urge you to have them chipped. it can literally be a life saver.
the other night at around 2:30am while i was furiously working to finish up a powerpoint presentation, i heard a tell-tale “mewing” outside my window. now, as some of you may know, i’ve got a thing for rescuing animals (see here) but the last time i did it, ponce, my giant orange cat, happened to be out of town and therefore couldn’t protest. this time, i had to deal with his nibs.
i went out to see what the fuss was about. i found this little kitty who was really well groomed and had a collar on with a bell but no identification. i figured she escaped from a nearby home and got lost, so i walked up and down the block looking for open windows but couldn’t find any. i finally decided to take her in, with the plan to take her to the animal shelter in the morning to see if she was tagged.
i did a little net research before i did, though. i didn’t want ponce to a.) get any weird diseases or b.) be pissed at me forever. i did what [insert random/creepy cat forum blog site name here] suggested and rushed her inside to the bathroom. i isolated her in the shower with a pan of litter, some water, some food and the cat carrier i would be transporting her in in the morning. she mewed a little bit, and ponce hissed at the bathroom door once, but other than that there wasn’t much drama.
in the morning i found her on the bathroom floor. she had somehow climbed over the six foot tall tile wall / shower doors and escaped my little sanctuary. i forgot that cats can be that agile - i’ve been living with a peaceful goliath. i snapped the above pic before hopping in a car and going to the shelter in east new york.
at the shelter, the micro-chip scanner revealed that she was no stray at all. indeed she was 4-year-old lilac, from troy avenue - roughly two blocks away from my house. i have to call the shelter to see if the owners picked her up. if they haven’t after 7 days she goes up for adoption.
if you have a pet anywhere, i urge you to have them chipped. it can literally be a life saver.
where’s chris? [vejer de la frontera, spain]
Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
so right now i’m in paris staying at the amazing apartment of my dear friend cecile. this morning i woke up at 6am in the tiny pueblo que se llama Vejer De La Frontera, where i stayed for two days with my new friend (and big dance theater alum) Ally.
Vejer is one of a handful of towns on the southern coast of spain that has some of the only virgin beaches left in the world. no hotels. no boardwalks or amusement parks. just sand, surf, rocks and a couple of amazing bars and restaurants.
so right now i’m in paris staying at the amazing apartment of my dear friend cecile. this morning i woke up at 6am in the tiny pueblo que se llama Vejer De La Frontera, where i stayed for two days with my new friend (and big dance theater alum) Ally.
Vejer is one of a handful of towns on the southern coast of spain that has some of the only virgin beaches left in the world. no hotels. no boardwalks or amusement parks. just sand, surf, rocks and a couple of amazing bars and restaurants.
he’s gone
Friday, June 20th, 2008
just returned home from dropping off ponce, my cat, at my parent’s house. they’ll be taking care of him for a month while i’m in france. oh yeah, i’m going to france with big dance theater for a month to work on a new piece called ‘comme toujours here i stand.’ we’ll be in lyon for three weeks.
fear not i will blog as much as possible to keep you up to date.
but right now, i just miss my mister kitty. it’s weird to see this apartment without him. and it’ll be really weird to go to sleep without him snuggling me off to dreamland. sigh.
who ever thought i would become a cat lady?
oh wait. everyone.
just returned home from dropping off ponce, my cat, at my parent’s house. they’ll be taking care of him for a month while i’m in france. oh yeah, i’m going to france with big dance theater for a month to work on a new piece called ‘comme toujours here i stand.’ we’ll be in lyon for three weeks.
fear not i will blog as much as possible to keep you up to date.
but right now, i just miss my mister kitty. it’s weird to see this apartment without him. and it’ll be really weird to go to sleep without him snuggling me off to dreamland. sigh.
who ever thought i would become a cat lady?
oh wait. everyone.
i will live longer than you
Thursday, May 1st, 2008
from goerie.com :
MINNEAPOLIS — Here, kitty kitty….
A new study suggests cat owners are less likely to die of a heart attack or stroke than people who, well, don’t own cats.
And no, dogs don’t do the same trick.
The study, by researchers at the University of Minnesota, found that feline-less people were 30 to 40 percent more likely to die of cardiovascular disease than those with cats.
Yet dog owners had the same rate as nonowners. “No protective effect of dogs as domestic pets was observed,” said the study, which was presented Thursday at the International Stroke Conference in New Orleans.
Dr. Adnan Qureshi, a stroke expert at the university, said he decided to raise the question because other studies have suggested pets can help reduce stress.
But the cat-dog differential came as a surprise. “We don’t understand this completely,” he said, but “it’s probably not a coincidence.”
An estimated 90 million cats are owned in the United States, and an estimated 74.8 million dogs, according to the American Pet Products Manufacturers Association.
the above picture is of my cat ponce. i just fed him some new “oceanfish” catfood, played with him for 15 minutes, then pet him while he sat on my lap as i listened to some drum and bass on itunes radio. now he’s sitting on my light blue ikea chair looking semi-enthusiastically toward the window.
thanks, ponce. you will help me not die.
from goerie.com :
MINNEAPOLIS — Here, kitty kitty….
A new study suggests cat owners are less likely to die of a heart attack or stroke than people who, well, don’t own cats.
And no, dogs don’t do the same trick.
The study, by researchers at the University of Minnesota, found that feline-less people were 30 to 40 percent more likely to die of cardiovascular disease than those with cats.
Yet dog owners had the same rate as nonowners. “No protective effect of dogs as domestic pets was observed,” said the study, which was presented Thursday at the International Stroke Conference in New Orleans.
Dr. Adnan Qureshi, a stroke expert at the university, said he decided to raise the question because other studies have suggested pets can help reduce stress.
But the cat-dog differential came as a surprise. “We don’t understand this completely,” he said, but “it’s probably not a coincidence.”
An estimated 90 million cats are owned in the United States, and an estimated 74.8 million dogs, according to the American Pet Products Manufacturers Association.
the above picture is of my cat ponce. i just fed him some new “oceanfish” catfood, played with him for 15 minutes, then pet him while he sat on my lap as i listened to some drum and bass on itunes radio. now he’s sitting on my light blue ikea chair looking semi-enthusiastically toward the window.
thanks, ponce. you will help me not die.