I am a self-proclaimed crazy cat lady. I volunteer with a cat rescue and a cat hospice, which provides end of life care to both tame and feral cats with contagious or non-contagious ailments. It’s been such a rewarding experience to keep these cats safe and happy while they live out whatever time they have left.
I also have four cats of my own, so without further ado, let me introduce you to the cats behind the blog. They have their own Facebook page if you would like to follow them.
I had my eye on Tippy long before I was able to adopt her. She was born March 15, 2008. She came from Castaway Critters, a no-kill rescue that doesn’t have a shelter, but is a foster network in the Harrisburg area. Tippy’s adoption listing indicated that she was special needs and would need a family who would be able to provide her with some TLC and patience. I am a sucker for special needs cats so I gladly took on that challenge. Tippy has a few issues, but the biggest one was feline stomatitis. Shortly after adopting her in 2012, I learned she would need to have a full mouth extraction due to that very painful condition. After her dental surgery, she became a completely different cat. She blossomed into a loving and cuddly cat. Her issues didn’t stop there, though. Tippy started getting sick and I will spare the details, but she was eventually diagnosed with IBD. I was worried about starting her on the recommended steroid medication, but she wouldn’t have gotten better without it. It’s been over two years and she has not had any problems and I am so grateful that she is doing well. Finally, she has a chronic condition that makes her wheeze and sometimes snort. Before she was found by the rescue, she must have had a really bad upper respiratory infection, because inside her nose is a lot of scar tissue which left only one small hole for her to breathe through. She doesn’t care, though. She is now 8 years old and I hope to have many more years with her, no matter her issues.
Thelma was adopted from Charm City Animal Rescue, a rescue that was based in Baltimore, MD. She was born November, 15, 2007. They rescued her from a high kill shelter where she was dumped with her sister, Louise. Thelma had hepatic lipidosis from refusing to eat and was syringe fed through a feeding tube in her neck for three weeks. She recovered and I adopted her after she was better. She’s an older girl, but she’s a spitfire. However, Thelma also has HCM. She has to have yearly cardiology visits and takes medication to slow her heart rate down. She had a heart murmur, but after the medication, it is gone! Unfortunately, Louise also had a heart condition and never got the chance to leave the rescue. She passed away a few years ago, which makes me extremely grateful that we caught Thelma’s HCM before any major damage occurred. Thelma is now 9 years old and as feisty as ever.
Willy is my only boy. A former co-worker found a pregnant Siamese and Willy was one of her kittens. He was born April 12, 2012 at the animal hospital I worked at. He may not look like a typical Siamese, but he has the personality of one! Willy loves to talk, especially when he’s hungry. He’s generally a busy cat, always getting into things he shouldn’t, but he does have his moments where he will cuddle up with me. He is not too fond of strangers and usually hides if there is company over. Willy hates having his nails trimmed and used to have to be sedated when he went to the vet. Now, he can be wrapped in a towel and as long as the vet and technicians move fast, he tolerates it. Willy does not have any health issues, but he does have an extra set of nipples. He’s a momma’s boy and I love him.
Iris is the cat behind the blog’s name. She was born March 30, 2012. She came to me when a man walked into the vet I worked at with a six week old kitten in his hand and said, “I need to get rid of this.” I debated, because I had already agreed to take Willy, who was 4 weeks at the time and not old enough yet to leave his mother at that point. My co-worker convinced me, since you may have noticed I do have a soft spot for calicos, and she was mine. Iris is the baddest cat. I think she may have been separated from her mother too early. She loves to eat plastic, tape, and basically anything that is not cat food. She likes to run around in the middle of the night and meow. Iris also likes to bite, but she is not a mean cat. She is actually my most lovable cat and will curl right up next to anyone who will pet her. She purrs all the time, even when she is biting.