Handsome Dude

I love any chance I can get to photograph Curzon. He just is so expressionistic. The shoot this time was short as he doesn’t like being outside when it’s noisy out, but it did us both some good.



Like many in the area, we haven’t seen the sun in days, and to my surprise it came out today! And considering that its now dark out when I get off work too, any chance to get outside and absorb some sun has to be taken advantage of. So I took the camera out to see if anything struck my eye.

I’ve never seen mallards without the green head or with the blue wing spot, so I honestly have no definite idea if they’re a subspecies (Mr. Google told the CatDaddy they’re Michigan Mallards) or if it’s a bunch of juvies without parents or even if it’s juvenile parents with kids.

Either way I’m thankful I was able to get so close without chasing them away for so long. They totally made my day.


We just wanna say for all the world to hear how sad we are about our dear friend and fellow blogger Brian losing his beloved sisfur Precious. We know she’s with her furry family and extended family OTRB, but she leaves a large hole in the blogosphere. We love you guys.

The Twin Bond in Pictures

I never, ever suspected Curzon would be the last cat standing. But he is. And he seems to be adjusting to being an only cat. I cannot in good conscience subject him to having another cat in his territory. He has always been protective of his turf and wary of intruder animals, so I am going to let him enjoy however long he has left being the center of our world. He deserves all the love and joy in the world.

A Week of Curzon Day 5


I always will look back on those early days with joy. While they were painful days, Curzon and his sister truly were the light that got me through. And those ears… they were HUGE on that dude’s little head! I swear his ears popped out to adult size overnight and he spent the rest of his life growing into them – and they’re STILL big ears!

He may be a LOT older now, but he still has the THoE in him now and then.

A Week of Curzon Day 4

Believe it or not some people are either scared or intimidated by this guy. Seriously. Like he’s a sweetheart… unless you give off the vibe that you mean him or his family harm. Or you’re a bug. LOL He LOVES the ladies, and any lady that doesn’t get sucked into his will is immediately suspect. Sadly it has happened recently, and I have gone to great measures to rectify the situation.

As many of you remember, when Jadzia was sick back in January I rushed her off to the emergency vet and found the most amazing cat whisperer vet. I’ve never forgotten and it came in handy.

Last Wednesday, I took Curzon to his normal vet clinic – the one I’ve been using since Nimbus got so sick like 10 years ago and they were the ones that finally saw what I knew and saved his life. I knew the vet that owned the clinic had sold it, but when I made the appointment they never warned me I’d be seeing a different vet, nor did I suspect anything of the sort. So imagine my shock when this new vet walks in! She walks in with (I suspect) 2 college student interns. One takes one look at my cat and walks away, the other stands next to him but never gets down on his level, scritches him, sweet talks him, nothing. *Radar Level Red*

The vet…

Mind you she’s never seen Curzon before, so you’d THINK she’d ask questions about how he is, etc. NOPE. She just does the quickest physical exam EVER – like less than 5 minutes! And then she has the nerve to ask me how much of his thyroid medicine I’m ACTUALLY giving him! *Radar Level Livid* After I (politely) straightened her out, I got my cat, paid, got his medicine and left.

Second appointment scheduled with the REAL vet for the end of this month within an hour or so, but I was not back to normal for hours. Curzon I don’t think was either, but because he is so in tune with my emotions he knew I wasn’t ok.

Let me get this on the record… As if I need to…

Curzon is the cat equivalent of my first-born son. He was my very first rescue, though in all honestly he could very well be considered stolen. But the dude that had him in his hands never objected LOL. His LIFE depends on that medicine. If I adjust medication dosage it would be in consult with the vet. I know what I’m doing. He’s not the first sick cat I’ve had. He’s actually the LEAST sick cat of the three *thank Bast* and his thyroid is totally under control (I hope) with the meds. I would NEVER do anything that would risk his health or life.

ANYONE who insinuates that I would will be dealt with promptly and severely.

In the vet’s case, it’s taking his care elsewhere and leaving a polite but sharp review on Yelp. I’m not one for doing that, but you mess with my cat, you’re going to get it.

Curzon is my kid, not just a cat. He means more to me than anything. If it were not for him, I wouldn’t have even found him the best CatDaddy ever! So please, spare me.

Happy Birthday Curzon!!!!

It’s so sad when the babies go to the Bridge, which is why we didn’t post barely for Nimbus’ and why I am only doing Curzon today. It’s hard for me to believe that he’s the last one standing. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I always felt he’d go first. He had a much rougher start in life. He was d*** near dead when I pretty much stole him out of the dude’s hands when I first laid eyes on him. He’s the one with feline dementia and thyroid problems. But yet here he is. Still just as Curry-annoying as ever LOL. Just last weekend I was awoken by the sound of him doing THoE – albeit briefly! That’s a massive feat for an old man! And last Saturday I spread out an old sweater I haven’t even touched in years and sprinkled a bunch of nip on it. I feel guilty because he gets WAY more wet food now… but HRH Queen Jadzia’s gut couldn’t handle all the wet food, nor could my nose! So today it’s all about Curzon. You know what? Let’s do a whole WEEK of Cur!

Don’t forget to come on back, y’all!