
Mexico, 2007. Baby Gita and an orange cat.
Gita passed away in 2019.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Mexico, 2007. Baby Gita and an orange cat.
Gita passed away in 2019.
Replacing the ugly chain link fence with a nice wall.
He’s got sand, an umbrella…OK, lost the view into the neighbors’ yard…so it’s just like Bandido has a beach. Sort of.
The days of mindlessly barking through a chain link fence at the neighbor’s dog are rapidly becoming a memory for Bandido.
The neighbors’ dog on Christmas day. Something to do with the mescaline cactus?
This after 45 minutes of running and playing vigorously for several minutes before I decided to record it.
Which I like to do twice a year, whether it needs it or not. This involved removing empty water bottles, which I left on a lawn chair.
Apparently the dog thought it his assignment to chew them up. Every. Single. One.
“Who, me?”
When you put something on the chair so the dog won’t sit on it.
Its threat response consists of waving a plastic bottle around. Say what?
Our incredible vet. After charging me USD 85 for an operation that involved removing 5 centimeters of our cat’s intestine, maybe half market rate (in pesos; I gave her a USD 100 bill so she couldn’t try to give me change), then basically intensive care for several days, today we spent an hour outside so he could be in contact with the earth, and stimulated by chickens, kittens, barking dog next door, even squealing brakes of a garbage truck.
Not clear that he will survive. But this attention and care is so amazing.