I can put 'em up as fast as you can take 'em down!

So far, some weasel has, under cover of darkness, stolen 18 of these large signs that I posted in public areas around the neighborhood. These signs weren't only expensive, but they are our main method of letting people know that Bender is still missing and we're still looking. I had held on to a few, so I've reposted these high up on local telephone poles - and I've electrified them. No, really. Ok, well, not really -- but at least the thief will have to drag a ladder out into the darkness in order to remove these. With any luck, he'll fall and break something -- here's hoping! On the positive side, I've received four calls this week about possible Bender sightings - people still see the signs, although they have to drive farther to see them, and the Craigslist ads generate some responses, as well. As long as I have time and money, I will continue to look. Three months is a long time, I know, but cats have come home after longer periods of time. And man is he in for a beating when he returns! ;)

Take me to your litter.

A robotic litter cleaner? Yep, that's exactly what it is, and it works! After reading a million rave reviews about this "automatic litter box" (http://www.litter-robot.com/) I bit the bullet and got one. It wasn't cheap (well, actually it was, since my mom got it for me as a gift), but it really works! I haven't cleaned a litter box in five days -- it's almost like we don't have one. What's that smell? Ah, that's the smell of not having a litter box. I dare anyone to walk into our house and even know that we have a cat (well, assuming you don't see the shredded furniture and cat toys). And it even looks super cool, if you're from the future. And I am.

Cow-Cow goes home!

As the many followers of my blog know (and by "many" I mean "all two"), we adopted Cow-Cow after finding her in a field during a Bender search -- the lady who had called me was sure that she was lost and didn't come from that neighborhood. I brought her home, and she quickly made herself comfortable, sleeping at the foot of the bed, stealing treats, and insisting on being hand-carried around the house. We've been posting her pictures everywhere, but no one had called to claim her. Well . . . today I took her to the vet for a check-up and to scan for a microchip -- mostly because I was sure she wouldn't have one. She did. Sigh . . . well, it was a very happy reunion for her and her family, and her sister cat. She lives not far away, and her humans were thrilled to get her back. Us, not so thrilled to lose her. She was a great cat. Oh, and her real name is Chloe. I like "Cow-Cow" better.