Friday, July 30, 2010
Planned speakers include:
Bonney Brown, Executive Director of the Nevada Humane Society
Susanne Kogut, Executive Director of the Charlottesville SPCA
Mike Fry, Executive Director of Animal Ark of Minnesota
Nathan Winograd, Executive Director of the No Kill Advocacy Center
Dr. Ellen Jefferson, Executive Director of Austin Pets Alive!
Michael Mountain, Co-Founder and Past President of Best Friends Animal Society
Dr. Linda Wolf, Veterinarian and Expert Behaviorist
Mitch Schneider, Director of the Washoe County Animal Services
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
from Salon by Sarah Hepola:
Bubba wakes up every morning at 5:39. Meow. He pads around the bed while I snore, puts one paw to my face. Meoooow. He slinks over to the nightstand, starts shoving stuff off the side -- a magazine I've been reading, a rubber band woolly with hair, the doorstop of a novel that falls to the ground with a bah-thunk-thunk.
Lately, Bubba has been a real dick.
He wasn’t always this way. Ours has been a breezy courtship forged by a mutual love of long naps and inertia; there was no mewling misery in him that wet food or cardboard couldn’t fix. But a few months ago, I moved to a Manhattan studio perfect in every way except for one: its size. Everyone knows New York apartments are tiny, but you never quite realize how tiny until your closet looks like a game of Jenga and you start eyeing your stove for storage. Downsized to a yuppie shoebox, my good-natured 13-year-old tabby has turned insatiable at dawn. I stumble out of bed at 5:50 to scoop out his breakfast, but he will not be satisfied. He pouts by the front door, crying his despair to the heavens. He hops up on the windowsill and stares longingly out into the courtyard below. Meow, he despairs. Meoooooow.
"Maybe he's lonely," a friend said.
"Maybe he's sick," said another.
I had a better idea: Maybe he needed a cat leash.