For the Very First Time

Doodle and John, NYC ~ March 2010

Doodle came up to me and John on the sofa yesterday meowing for a little TLC, and John reached out to pet her. She wasn't alarmed, she just walked around in a few circles as she's prone to do, and his hand touched her back. As she moved, his hand smoothed over the length of her back and he ended up with a meathook full of fur. She could stand to be brushed, it's hot here these days. I think they'll be fast friends. Until, that is, he pulls her tail, which is bound to happen. I'll keep her nails clipped in the meantime.

By the way, it was Doodle's birthday on August 7, which after ten years I had actually forgotten until my mother reminded me. With the baby and all, there was no time for remembering, let alone a Birthday BLOWGANZA like we've had in years past. Coincidentally, when she sent the text, I had just left the pet store with a new catnip toy, some cat grass, and Doodle's favorite food. Though I was shopping to prepare Doodle for another weekend alone in the house, I must have known subconsciously.

Turning 11 means that she is 64 years old in "people years."

Happy Eleventh (64th) Birthday, Doodle! I love you!

When I'm 64

Songwriters: Mccartney, Paul;Lennon, John

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now

Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too

Ah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone

You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride

Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage

In the Isle of Wight if it's not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

*another coincidence: this is the song my mother sings to John

Doodle Bug Turns 10 Tomorrow

Doodle, NYC ~ June, 2009

And sadly, I'll be out of town. The good news is that Doodle could give a fat crap that it's her birthday, and we'll celebrate her 10th with an appropriate BLOWGANZA befitting the Queen that she is when I return. 

Happy Birthday, Doodle. I love you. 

The Next Time You Feel Like Throwing Your 56 Year-Old Cat Out the Window

...because she crapped and/or pissed on your bed, take 70 deep breaths and remind yourself that you can't go through with it. Simply based on how cute she is. Especially in the photo you took of her this afternoon. I mean, cat lover or or not, it's impossible to deny.  She is so fucking cute:

Doodle, NYC ~ June 26, 2009

If a cat has to crap on my bed,  I'll take this one. Thanks. 

**Save the Date: Doodle's 10th Cat Birthday is August 7, 2009!** 

She'll be 56 human years old. 

No shit,.

Doodle is a Now a 6-Pound Terrorist

Doodle at the Vet, NYC ~ May 2, 2009

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Yeah, Doodle's lost a pound over the years since she was at the vet last. Naturally hyperactive and lithe, the doc wasn't too concerned about her weight loss, but I did supplement her diet with some dry kitten food when for she's in the mood.

She made a low growl when her back door temperature was taken (who wouldn't?), was silent during the first shot in her upper arm and made a low hiss after her second shot in the leg. Passed all other tests with flying colors (the vet said her eyes were "perfect!") and we'll get her blood work results shortly to see if we can get those narsty teeth cleaned. 

Doodle expects to spend her 10th birthday in Vermont; let's hope the dental bill isn't outrageous so we can make it happen. I'll post more pics from the visit to the vet shortly; there's never a dull moment in the waiting room. 

Doodle's 9 Lives and Beyond 9th Birthday BLOWGANZA in Vermont!

dOODLE, nYc

7/24/08

Holy crap! Big news, kids, big news! In all the excitement over Doodle Goes to Camp I've completely forgotten to tell you that Doodle's turning 9--count 'em 9-- on Thursday, August 7 in Vermont. If you've been wondering what to get the little scamp who has everything for her 9th birthday, I encourage you to make a generous $1 donation to Doodle's Vermont Photography Project (see sidebar at right) on or before August 1. We've raised $21.43 so far towards her $60 customized cat camera which Mr. Lee said he'd ship in time for her vacation. Every lil' bit counts and Doodle and I thank you in advance for your support.

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VIVA DOODLE!

D.F.A.F: Doodle's Fresh Air Fund

Please, won't you help a sister help a sister out? Help Doodle get her skinny striped ass to Vermont this summer for Doodle's 6th Annual Kill Stuff in the Puckerbrush by the Babbling Stream Under the Vermont Moonlight 11 Day Mouse Murdering Festival Plus Take Huge Steamy Dumps Outside Under the Back Porch BLOWGANZA!

See, when you make a donation by clicking the PayPal button in the sidebar at right, not only to you get the satisfaction of making the dream of Doodle Goes to Camp a reality for a restless 7 pound terrorist cooped up in a spacious midtown apartment this shiteous economy (Jet Blue charges $100 each way for a pet stowed under your seat--up fifty beans from last year), you're getting Doodle off my jock for awhile. Love her to death, TO DEATH! But man, is she annoying when she's bored. And let me tell you, she's fucking bored. I just can't take the meowing. The lying around, the moping, the meowing. I've enjoyed a lousy five minute break from the annoying when she caught in midair (and immediately ate) the two stray flies that got in here. Then there's what she did to my houseplant. Then I've got to annoy her back by putting hats and wigs on her and take her picture she just hates that, and then we end up fighting. Look, bitch wants to go out and kill, okay? Let her kill! Please, won't you help her kill? Just a $1. Every $1 helps Doodle torture and kill, kill (or just torture and then it eventually dies) another defenseless creature, every $1 helps her eat another blade of grass, every $1? Another rewarding crap in the great outdoors.

Doodle and I thank you in advance--every bean counts!

Doodle's Fresh Air Fund

donations

so far: $110

to go: $90

Doodle's 8th Birthday BLOWGANZA!

As you can see, Doodle was pretty jazzed about the whole thing, you know, being 8 and all:

(yeah, all that stuff on the carpet which looks like gross cat hair is exactly that)

Yep, totally stoked to be 8 inside a Manhattan apartment, not even close to being bummed out about not being in Vermont to catch, torture and kill stuff, so...whatevs, yeah, pretty stoked about being 8...

HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY DOODLE!

lE'tS cElEbRaTe bLoWgAnZa sTyle!



I love you, Doodle.

This is Why She's 8

On the eve of her petit soiree,

Doodle's 8th Birthday BLOWGANZA!

Doodle, 8/6/07

Save the Date: Doodle's Birthday BLOWGANZA!

Doodle Turns 8 on 8/7/07.

Please mark your calendars for a very special

Doodle's Birthday BLOWGANZA!

It's gonna be wild.

Doodle, June 29, 2007