I found a home

I had a few people call recently concerned about my admission to the kitty slammer, and a few really good sounding owners. Julie and George ended up being my new owners. They don't have any pets and are willing to spoil me rotten. A wn-win. :-)

Thanks so much to everyone who has been concerned and following.

Meeting a potential owner

There's this very nice woman apparently coming to meet me tomorrow. I hope I don't get too shy; she sounds really nice. Wish me luck!

Just in case I'm not right for her, contact tianatoze@hotmail.com. I need a home. Big time.

Kitty slammer nigh

I still haven't had any interested people. Most of the comments people send my owner are - "if you get desperate, call me." My owner just wants a nice person who loves animals and needs a little furry friend. I'd rather like that as well. (And I promise not to lick your toothbrush.)

If you're interested in saving me from the kitty slammer, please contact my owner: tianatoze@hotmail.com

I'm going to miss her, but I need a new lap to sit in.

Growing more and more concerned

My owner is leaving is less than a month. I can hardly believe it.

She's showing me off at a pet fair this weekend with the crazy-haired guy's wife. I bet she feels guilty. She should!

If you're in the Portland area, please contact my owner about me. I like to cuddle and sit in laps, and despite my appearance eat very little. I get along with other cats really well. All I need is a computer to occasionally blog on.

Offers to FedEx me

Apparently my owner, the tall blond, received a few offers this past weekend to take me. Two of these offers include shipping me!

I'm a big package.

All I need is someone in the Portland, Oregon area to take me home. Contact my owner for information.

I'm getting depressed ... and I'm eating

So, my owner is starting to freak out a little. She's been laying down the guilt trip pretty hard with the crazy-haired man's wife who wanted and promised to take me in. If only crazy haired man, who's been given a link to this blog!, would get his skinny butt in gear. Find me a home!

Please contact my owner! I'm in Portland.

No one loves me!

I had a meet and greet with a potential owner this weekend. But, I spent a good amount of time cowering under the bed hoping my owner wouldn't really leave and attempting to be coy. Coy. It may be one of the reasons I'm not the father of a brood of kittens right now.

So, I'm still on the market and looking for potential owners. I see someone nice who has a food dish. Someone who has a warm lap and likes to sit and read or watch television occasionally will help. My needs are simple really.

Please write. Time is running out!

Contact my Portland owner.

Day 3 and 4 - no takers

Is it because I'm chubby? I look svelter if you just catch me from the side; I have a slender profile.

My owner was still packing last night and calling friends all night in her manic euphoria. Woopdee-freakin' do. Sure, she's going across the globe to help MercyCorps for some woman's literacy program and to help disabled people ... what about me?! What about my needs?

I know she's been making fliers of me and posting my info to Craigslist -- as if you can capture the essence of my cuteness that way. Oh, well. So while she's away from her computer I thought I'd communicate and tell you why you should take me home.

I am in good health and am going - against my will - to the vet's soon. I also come with my own commode and toy. So what if I'm 12-years old. Everyone has to have a toy! And I'm the only cat I know who types. No, I don't take dictation.

My owner is looking for someone nice in the Portland area. I'm looking for anyone who will utterly adore me and leave their computer on occasionally so I can communicate with my people on the internets.

Contact my owner to claim me! I need a home.

Day 2 without a family

My owner has been packing and looking at me with watery eyes. She leaves in about a month and still hasn't found a new parent for me. Of course, the parents that she had picked out for me -- one of them decided they couldn't handle another cat. (You know who you are crazy-haired man!) Now, I'm looking at some time in the kitty slammer ... unless someone responds on my massively cool blog. Save me!

So, I just want you to know that because my owner is getting rid of me, I've decided to hide her shoe. Let's see how long it takes that woman to figure out exactly where I've left it. Heh. We cats are pretty darned smart.

I'm also licking her toothbrush at night. Yeah, that's right - blond girl. And I lick my butt.

I'm in Portland, Oregon. Contact my owner for info.

Syd!

Bonjour! My name is Syd. I'm a 12-year old cat, past my mid-life crisis, looking for a family who will feed and love me. Okay, mostly love me. I like to jump into laps and sit patiently during movies. My meow sounds like a chirp, but only because I love the amour of a family; I dare not disturb them with my meow. Meows are for za peasants.

My owner, who I have wrapped around my finger, is going to Kuwait. She is fulfilling a life long dream and I need a new family to take me in. I've been through this process now roughly three times.

My secret longings? A beret and a cigarette to smoke.

This is ze life of a cat.

Contact my owner to claim me!