I became a certified, licensed and insured professional pet sitter in Birch Bay, WA,
under the business name Birch Bay Pet Sitting, from 2004-2014.
I relocated to Bellingham in 2017 with four very senior pets;
Piczi and Oscar (dogs) and Cassidy and Evinrude (cats).
Piczi looked like a miniature Aussie who had been shot in the face
in the Coral Sand Dunes in Southern Utah and brought to the rescue I worked for.
She was less than a year old and suffered a broken jaw, lost many teeth,
and had nerve damage that resulted in an adorable Elvis-like lip and eye twitch
(made even more so after she developed a head tilt from vestibular disease).
Oscar had the great good fortune to be in the cage next to Piczi when I went to "foster" Piczi.
The words on his cage read "BITER!" in big red letters, yet I couldn't see him for the life of me.
I stooped and saw this little Rat Terrier/Chihuahua huddled in the corner, shaking.
"Don't reach in there - he'll take a finger off," I was warned.
I didn't care - I knew that little guy was coming home with me.
He never bit me, or anyone else, for the rest of his life.
Piczi and Oscar were inseparable.
I lost Piczi on March 20, 2019 and lost Oscar on June 29, 2019.
This is the first time I've been dog-less for my entire life.
Cassidy was a rescue from the Salt Lake City area. I was already fostering an incredibly wonderful special needs black kitty, Pretty Kitty, with mobility problems. She was a failed "Twisty" or "Squitten" cat (a horrible practice), so the owners simply abandoned her.
The rescue contacted me because Cassidy's owner had left the umbilical cord wrapped
around her left food until it fell off and then she brought the 5-wk old kitten to the rescue.
They asked if I would foster another physically challenged cat.
I didn't need to be asked twice. On the way home, she meowed so loud
that I seriously considered naming her Aretha. She's got pipes!
She is now 19 years old, and has needed sub-q fluids for the last two years for chronic kidney failure,
as well as twice daily medication for her hyperthyroidism. She is my heart kitty.
She spoons with me, laying her head on my arm and snuggling close, every night.
Evinrude (named for his extraordinarily loud, motor boat-like purr)
was brought to me at less than 6 wks old by neighbors in my community of Birch Bay.
I searched for the owner and found him, then counseled him on not letting a tiny kitten out at night
because we had raccoons, coyotes, eagles, owls, etc.
About five weeks later, another neighbor contacted me (I was the "pet lady of Birch Bay Village"),
saying that there was this kitten that was very friendly but seemed hungry.
I went to pick him up and realized it was Evinrude.
Needless to say, I didn't contact the owner again.
Evinrude is now 14 and is the very needed comic relief in my life!
Piczi Dixie Doodle Bug
Cassidy Catters (aka Baby Girl)
Evinrude, aka Rudy, Rude Dude, Ru Manchu, Rudester, Rudy Doody Man
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