Two weeks ago, I spotted a lost dog. She seemed freaked out. Ran away from me and into the woods. I hopped on my neighborhood’s social networking site to send a note. I went to a conference, came home and discovered that the dog was still loose. Thankfully, a neighbor had grabbed the poor girl…
There is nothing more difficult than taking a cat to the vet, unless you have your shit locked down — like me — and have a cat like Emma. Taking my cat to the vet is easy. She is just perfect and adorable. (Okay, that’s a lie. My shit is far from locked down, and…
You might think cats are independent and aloof. Not mine. I have velcro cats. They love me. They love my husband. They always want to hang out with us. I can’t go to the bathroom without someone coming to see what the heck I’m doing. “You might be having some fun, mom. I want in.”…
Scrubby has a ridiculous case of acne. It was so bad that we had to make an appointment with our vet, a woman with a combined DVM/PhD degree, to give him a facial. My vet shaved Scrubby’s chin, applied a hot compress, and squeezed the hell out of his zits. She also prescribed an antibiotic and…
Dear Readers, Today is Hairball Awareness Day. Normally, Furminator asks me to do a cool project with cat fur to promote healthy feline digestive tracts. This year, there is no project. Some websites are running a contest where you can win a FURminator grooming kit filled with several products, but I’d rather just show you…
Hi, everyone. Welcome to LFR HQ. This is just a quiet note to test out the platform. As many of you know, my existence falls into three categories: work, life and cats. Even when I write about feminist hermeneutics and phenomenology, I am really just writing about my cats. As I start to add stuff to…
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