The Dude's Gotcha Day!

The tiger and the tape measure

The Dude still comes running if he hears a tape measure.

 I brought our little Lebowski, aka The Dude, home on October 2, 2005. I had only seen one blurry picture of him in an email from a coworker whose son had found 6 cats and 2 litters of kittens at his new house. We were expecting a 4 month old kitten, not a teeny 2 1/2 lb baby, now it's hard to believe that our 15 pound "fat kid' was ever this small!

Baby Ti-gwah!

We should have known this crazy face was going to be trouble! He climbed curtains, got wedged behind the hutch, and climbed into the back of the stove and fell asleep in the bottom drawer on the broiler pan. I probably wouldn't have found where he was if our older cat, Miss Lil, wasn't staring at the stove. He just blinked and yawned when I pulled the drawer out, as if I had just woken him up from the coziest nap ever.

Ozzy and The Dude

The Dude is usually found with Ozzy, and gets along with everyone, especially the dogs. He was very sick last week, and the dogs didn't eat their breakfast until he came back from the vets. The poor cat barely made it out of the carrier before they were sniffing him and running around him in circles. Luckily his X-rays and bloodwork were clear, and the ephedrine, antibiotic and steroid shots cleared up his respiratory infection. He's pretty much back to normal, which is good, because it was awful to imagine life without him.