stacey ewing

Seriously, what kind of librarian would I be if I didn’t have a few cats??!! ;) We actually have ~~four~~ ~~three~~ ~~two~~ THREE crazy cats. ~~Mort is the oldest at 18~~, ~~Pris is 16,~~ Maui is 4 months, Sarah is 10 years old and Harriet 9 years old.

A FEW PICTURES…

Our latest addition, Maui:

Attack Cat

Pencilz R Kewl:

A Rare Moment of Peace:

Sarah on the Stairs…

Sarah Under Coffeetable…

Harriet on the Stairs…

Harriet People-watching…

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Update: On December 17, 2008, the week before Christmas, our boy left me, Tim, Sarah & Harriet behind. :(

In 1991, Tim rescued Mort from the Hell Hole at IRCC, that the college tried to pass off as dorm rooms for the music students. He brought him to Rachel’s and my apartment in Port St. Lucie over spring break because he didn’t want this young kitty to starve when all the students left for the holiday. Mort had been dumped by some swimming chicks staying at the dorms on a sports scholarship. They’d become tired of him once he was no longer a cute, tiny kitten.

Stacey: “Are you SURE he’ll just be here for the week?? Rachel will KILL me if he stays any longer…”

Tim: “No, no, totally, just ONE week… one week…”

psh-yaaa riiight! and 18 years later… haha… BUT, I’m so glad it worked out in our favor (and that Rachel didn’t literally kill me, although she was pretty royally ticked at me (understatement), with absolutely good reason…).

He was SUCH a good boy though and we loved him so very dearly. I can’t imagine not having lived without him all these years.

Mort during one of the hurricanes in Sept. 2004…

Mort Yawning Big in Denton

Mort in Denton Snow

Update: On August 1, 2008, Pris, our little Shadout Meeps, left me, Tim, Mort, Sarah, & Harriet behind. :(

In 1992, Tim and I drove up to northern New York to attend Tim’s family reunion. We stopped in Brunswick, Georgia on the first night of our trip and ended up rescuing Pris from the hotel parking lot. She was a teeny-tiny little kitten that fit in the palm of Tim’s hand. Two boys were feeding her pizza and later that night, I saw her darting in and out from under cars in the parking lot. We picked her up, gave her a bath and took her with us the rest of the way on our trip north, where she camped with us for several days along the St. Lawrence River. We tried to find her a home with many of the family members up there but (fortunately for us!!) no takers, so she came all the way back home with us to S. Florida and the rest was history. I can’t believe that it has been 16 years since that fateful trip to NY.

Tim remembered last night (08/02) that his brother, Patrick, had asked him during our time at that family reunion, “Man, why are you trying to get rid of that cat??? That’s a good animal.” Damned if he wasn’t right. We loved her dearly and most definitely liked her more than most people we know. :)

Pris During Sept. 2004 Hurricane…