Dora’s my name and dumpster diving used to be my game. I was saved from life on the streets by the nice people at San Gabriel Valley Humane Society many years ago, and where I still reside. When they brought me in I was suffering from diabetes and had the most awful teeth known to cat. Ok, so now I’m toothless, and I’m still diabetic, but I am at least 16 years old! I used to be fat and slow, but now that I’m trim and fit you should see me now! My inner kitten has blossomed and I can jump and play with the best of them.
I run the place – you’ll see me in the front office every day – balancing adoration from the staff, naps, more naps, more adoration from the staff, and playing musical chairs. (Got to keep everyone on their toes – if I’m in their chair they’ve been served!) Occasionally Denzel or Edward will evoke my ire – more about them later – but all in all, I’m top cat and I know it!
Right now I have a roommate – her name is Ballerina – and she used to be a real earache. She was in heat and her yowling could push you right over the edge. She was abandoned and once again, the nice shelter people saved her. She’s going to go home with one of the nice shelter people – when, I say???? But for now she’s really ok. I just smack her when she invades my space – I smack anyone that invades my space – but otherwise she’s ok ‘cause she’s not Denzel or Edward. As I said, more about them later. Just to let you know, I only smack humans when I need more loving – it works!
You might have seen our little shelter on the news recently. All those torrential rains caused our roof to collapse and we lost the use of two of our cat habitats. The kitties had to move to the lunchroom, but they’re ok. Lots of people have stopped by to visit, and I love visitors! But Vaccine Clinic can get a bit overwhelming though, so I just lie low – like under the desk on my blanky – until the girls tell me the coast is clear.
Speaking of clear, I’m going to clear out for now, but more to come from ‘The Furry Godmother’!
