TOMORROW: NAG & Much Ado About Cats

Although this has received plenty of blog love already, I feel compelled to pass it along anyway. I would strongly advise that anyone interested in making his (or her) voice heard about any of the above issues (and more) attend this Town Hall Meeting. The folks at NAG are good people (one is even a regular volunteer at the Greenpoint Reformed Church’s Food Pantry!), what’s more they operate a terrific blog. Check it out.

NAG Town Hall Meeting
Holy Ghost Hall
159 North 5 Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211

Any and all cat lovers who happen to find themselves in Manhattan and in need of a good laugh (with the prospect of tomorrow’s debate, who doesn’t?) might want to check out Kitty Kind’s “Just Fur Laughs” fundraiser at the Broadway Comedy Club. Advance tickets can by purchased in advance by email Kitty Kind at:

kittykind_events (at) yahoo (dot) com

Just Fur Laughs
Broadway Comedy Club
318 West 53rd Street
New York, New York 10019

In (somewhat related) news, Empty Cages Collective will be throwing another adoption event Saturday, October 4th from 1:00 – 5:00 p.m. This time the venue will be Muddy Paws Pet Supplies on Graham Avenue. Among the items promised at this event are a raffle and “kitten dancing”. Although the flier suggests the Nassau Avenue stop of the G as being a convenient subway stop, I’d like to recommend the B43 bus instead. It runs slow (VERY SLOW) but drops you off right there, saving you a walk under the BQE.

Cat & Kitten Adoption Day
Muddy Paws Pet Supplies
477 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222

And that’s all she wrote!

Miss Heather

The Greenpoint Blogosphere Goes To the Dogs!

Literally. Last night I was contacted by a fellow Greenpointer on a mission. Suzy writes:

dear miss heather,

would you be so kind as to take a gander at my blog?

today’s feature is BOB THE BARC DOG. i hope that you will consider adding this blog as a link in your blogroll; my aim is to get more exposure for the doggies from BARC…

thanks,

suzy

p.s. bob is known as hope at the shelter.  my BF said we cannot call him that; as it is a girlie name, so we call him bob hope.

I do not agree with Suzy’s boyfriend. As it would happen we have a new semi-feral cat in our pride. I wanted to name it “Babka” but Mr. Heather panned the idea. Then I named it Sheba. Mr. Heather liked that name so we rolled with it. Until, that is, until we discovered Sheba was, in fact, a HEba. That changed everything.

Solomon didn’t seem to suit his temperament (he’s a bit of a asshole), so I named him Sue. Despite being trapped and having his “manhood” removed, “Sue” does not seem the least bit upset by his name. As long as I pony up the catnip pellets once a week and dole out the kibble on time he is puuuurfectly content. Otherwise it gets ugly.

Just like Mr. Cash, Sue likes to sing. Especially when he has not has his weekly allotment of catnip pellets. His venue of choice is outside my bedroom window. His audience is our resident felines. Sue likes to regale them with tales about the “nip” taken from his ear. Over so many beers. Sue is one bad dude (or fancies himself as such).

(Bob) Hope isn’t. Suzy writes:

Bob is darned near perfect, except that he does seem rather depressed. I’m waiting for him to come out of his shell, and will update this post over the next couple of days. We’re having a bob‒b‒que in his honor tomorrow night. I betcha he likes steak … just a hunch.

One more thing ‒ Bob makes his bed.

When I brought Bob home last night, I took a king ‒size quilt from the closet, laid it down and folded it in half. Bob took over from there…

we were watching tv, and I guess it was too loud for him, so he dragged his bed into the other room, folded it again, and went to sleep. Bob kinda rocks.

It’s a good thing that Bob is an arranger of bedclothes, as Bob really, really likes to sleep.

This poor fella has been in the care of the wonderful BARC shelter since APRIL! He was found on the street and brought to BARC by the cops. Bob weighs about 50 pounds, is about six years old, is neutered, and has all of his shots. He likes men, women, children, cats, and other dogs. I’m honestly trying to find something wrong with him, but, so far, no go.

Nor do any the lovely (and loving) dogs Suzy writes about on her blog. Check it out!

Miss Heather