Guinea pigs aren’t from Guinea, or New Guinea. Nor are they pigs. Kinda cute, though.

It’s illegal to own only one guinea pig in Switzerland. Apparently they get too lonely.
Guinea pigs aren’t from Guinea, or New Guinea. Nor are they pigs. Kinda cute, though.
It’s illegal to own only one guinea pig in Switzerland. Apparently they get too lonely.
Found this remarkable feline at an adoption fair in Berkeley a couple weekends ago. Lucky I got there early, because I bet someone adopted her really quick: total sweetheart, and amazing appearance.
I think he’s a Lab mix. I know he was just in the middle of being adopted when I got some pictures of him.
I ran into Rocky right around the corner from work, but I didn’t have time to take his picture, since I was rushing off to lunch. Then I ran into him again when I was leaving for the evening, and I thought ‘this is clearly fate, why fight it?’
Rocky is eight, and although he came from the shelter as a Lab, looking at him I have to guess Lab/Dane mix. And he’s recently lost a limb: he had bone cancer in one of his hind legs, and they had to take it off. It had been a really recent surgery when I saw him, and he was still learning to get along without it, but give him a week or two more and I think he’s going to be doing great. His attitude is clearly fabulous.
Rosie (three years old) is the pup of Francine Brevetti, whose dog Dante was featured on here before. I ran into her on my way to work last week, and heard that, alas, Dante had passed away. And Francine adopted Rosie three months ago. They seem great together.
Lucy the ‘blood python‘, to be exact. She’s 3, and about 10 pounds and 4 feet long tail-tip to tongue-tip. I was riding along in the bus on the way to work one morning, and I looked out the window and there was this guy and his snake, so I said ‘heck with work’ and got out and took some pictures. Still got to work a lot earlier than some of my coworkers who shall remain unnamed.
A week and a bit ago, I visited kitty heaven: KitTea, San Francisco’s first (and thus far only) kitty cafe. It is a serious mecca for cat lovers, and also a pretty good time for anyone who wants to unwind a little after the stress of a long day, week, or, say, decade.
They have a little cafe where you can get tea, coffee, and a few little food items. (The waffle with strawberries, syrup, and melted brie, for example.) And then they have a room full of cats, from little kittens up through full-grown purr experts. You pay for an hour (or half an hour, but come on, who is going to go to a kitty cafe and only stay half an hour?) and you go in and you play with the kitties. Or, if you’re like me, you go in and you take so many pictures that you forget to play with the kitties at all, so you are forced to go back again soon without your camera.
Best of all? All the cats are adoptable, except for the ones who have already been adopted and are just awaiting pickup. (Those are the ones wearing the snazzy bow ties.)
Seriously. If you live in San Francisco, you owe it to yourself to give KitTea a visit. If you don’t, then I expect to see you there next time you’re in town.
I had a lot of pictures I liked, and I spent quite a bit of time editing them. So I figured it was better to just post them all without spending an extra few days trying to come up with captions. So we’ll just ssshhh and try not to bother the kitties.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeeEEEEEE!
Donut is 5 months old. Donut is hilarious. Donut is adorable. Donut is also #donutgupta on Instagram.
I’m trying something new. Check out the pastiche and let me know what you think. (You won’t see it on facebook or twitter. Click through!)
This is a ‘blop’. It’s like a ‘blep’ only doggier. (Reference.)