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Kittyville

Kittyville

That's what my kids jokingly call our house, because we have a tendency to help out with the rescue and placement of stray kitties. It started with me -- I couldn't see a lost little meow without stopping to give it a chance. Then my eldest daughter got into the act. Now all three of us are soft hearts.

The strange thing is, I always considered myself a dog person. And I do love dogs, too. But once I fell in love with kitties, I knew I'd be a multi-mammal girl for the rest of my days. Anyway, we find the kitties in dire straights, we alter them, we get them healthy and we find them good homes. These are a few of the babies I've been lucky to know.

Cat Boy, rescued from a cooler.

The late, great Paco.

Pee kitty

Weensie the kitty popsicle.

A cat Hemmingway would have loved.

Pumpkin (left), Bitty (right)

Okay, so he's not a kitty. He LOVES the kitties. This is Gizmo, my 23-year-old peek-a-pom. He's enjoying the last snow of winter, 2007.

When family friend Nate Huston had to move, he didn't have room for Gigantor, a four-foot rock iguana. So our dining room became a reptilian guest room. Believe it or not, this cage is more than eight feet long, four feet deep and about five feet tall. He's a joy to have around. But he's not a kitty either. : )