This was recently brought to my attention by one of my fellow FB friends and animal rescuers Miranda Wells.  This is a documentary series about, and I quote it’s description given:

EARTHLINGS  is a feature length documentary about humanity’s absolute dependence on animals (for pets, food, clothing, entertainment, and scientific research) but also illustrates our complete disrespect for these so-called “non-human providers.” The film is narrated by Academy Award nominee Joaquin Phoenix (GLADIATOR) and features music by the critically acclaimed platinum artist Moby .

The series makes some very awesome points that competely hit home.  In it’s examination of the term “earthling” it describes how this term is applicable to all of us living on this planet, not just us humans and our complete disregard and lack of respect for the other “earthlings” we share the planet with. 

Some images are graphic, but it brings to awareness how completely barbaric and vulgar, not to mention how widespread, the cruel treatment of animals are intertwined with our cultures. 

Watch and be educated!

Bethany (or even MORE reasons why to get your kitty spayed or neutered!)

baby bethany

She was such a tiny little thing!  And I was amazed when they told me there was a brother to her who was even smaller and the “runt’ of the litter.  Being so small and being a true albino that could never be in direct sunlight, I also wondered if she might have other problems such as a stunted reproductive system where she would never be able to have kittens and so getting her spayed wouldn’t be necessary.  Time would only tell and boy howdy did time tell when it came! 

bethany in heat

Bethany went into heat about a month ago.  It came on slowly at first and was actually very mellow.  I had no idea that that’s what was going on until the second time she went into heat and was attempting to “seduce” one of the pups! lol  Pretty soon it became very very evident and she was driving ALL of us nutz with one of her two moods.  She was either in heat, howling all the time (day and night, night and day), rubbing against other kitties and either confusing them or irriating them, not to mention the dogs, or was being a complete and total bish and hissing howling and batting at us!!! It was to the point that if u even looked at her, I sware, she was growling at u!!  It was a nightmare, if not highly irritating to the nerves, to say the least.  I really don’t know how people can stand NOT to get their pets altered!  UGH!!

I couldn’t wait to get her fixed, but unfortunately there was a line at my local vet and so I would just have to be patient until my turn for Bethany would come. 

bethany sleeping sooo sweet!!

Meanwhile, I missed my sweet little one who was my best friend, loved to cuddle, be petted, and at times wanted me to hold her…yes a kitty who loved to be held and the center of attention!!  But horror-and I do mean HORROR-mones had kicked in and had turned my sweet little girl and life for all of us here at Planet Kitty into a chaotic nightmare having to put up either with Miss Bethany’s terrible mood swings, or the terrible howling, NIGHT AND DAY!!  UGGGHH!!!

AHhh but finally the time came for Miss Bethany’s appt with our vet to have that  “EVIL” removed! lol  I am SOO GLAD!!! SHe is home tonight after her surgery earlier today.  Is a little confused, a little sore, but mostly QUIET as she recovers from being spayed.  Ahhhhh we can relax!!  Occassionally she will call out and I”ll call her name to reassure her that she’s home, but for the rest of us…OHHH THE WONDERFUL SILENCE!!!  :o)  

I go and check on her too because she was still feeling the after affects of the anethesia when I brought her home and so i just want to make sure she’s ok.  She did do some crying in the car but that’s to be expected with being drowsy confused and scared, and probably not feeling fully up to par either, I’m sure. 

Taking her to the vet this morning was a real trip too, I must say, the girl cussed me a blue streak all the way there!  For a very small kitty, Miss Bethany sure does a WONDERFUL interpretation of a siren!  Yeeeeesh!!!

bethany cuddling with Sherlock

But tonight I hear a collective sigh of relief passing the lips of all of us here at Planet Kitty.  No more radical mood swings!  No more white kitty to avoid!! No more wondering if she’s in heat or going to want to claw one of “our” eyes out!!  and most of all  no more NONSTOP HOWLING!!!!    phew!! 
Instead, the sweet little kitty is returning!  She’s letting me pet her and she’s QUIET!! AFFECTIONATE!!   YEAAHHHH!!!
Not to mention the fac that if she is ever successful at sneaking out the front door without me catching her, I don’t have to worry about her getting knocked up and then having to find homes for little kittens.  PHEW!!!
And on a last note, I know that they say that kitties aren’t in pain when they are in heat, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s isn’t some sort of major sexual frustration going on there during the heat processs.  I would think that that would be painful in it’s way and kind of consider it to be cruel to leave a female kitty in that state, but maybe that’s just me.  I dunno.  Either way, I am here to FULLY ENDORSE spaying and neutering our cats and kitties, and soon the 2 foster kittens I have will be taking their turn at being “fixed” as well so that their adopters will not only not have to worry about it themselves, but also there will be no possibility of them contributing to the cat overpopulations of our communities!!! WE HAVE SOOO MANY UNWANTED THAT NEEDS HOMES MYYY GOSH!!!
So on a last note, WELCOME HOME BABY BETHANY!!!  (Who is now all grown up but will still always be my baby lol)

pretty bethie!

And do u hear that???  It’s called SILENCE!!!   :o)  Shhh………!!!


One Hot Tuesday…

IT was HOT!  And we all laid down for a  nice little nap…or so I thought.  I woke up and decided to check what everyone was up to….here’s the evidence…

sleeping glory


…so some were sleeping….

shyler sleeping

and some were up to other shananigans…for instance Pannda who snuck up on me while I was taking pics….

here i am!

…and demanded some attention (men) lol….

oh that's the spot!!

and then became a camera hog!

hey u....


yeah u!!

check out my fiiiinnnneeeeeeee whiskers!!

apparently his fine whiskers...and? and my amazing profile..... quit hogging the camera pannda! no wait!!!pannda workin' the camera....

have you ever seen a finer specimen of male cattitude?  have u?? 

ahem…ok moving on….some kitties were taking a bath…like Murphy..


do you mind??



sheesh…sorry….didn’t realize it was such a big deal!  yeesh!  so moving on…..ahh what do we have here?? 


whatya up to sherlock??

what?  ..nothing going on here!  seeeee??  move along move along!!!

 yeahhh…can u see that little halo slippin’ off his head??

apparently one of the hot spots is the laundry pile!

just looking for a good spot!


ahhh the sleeping wee babe.....hush

ohhh gooo awayyyy!!!

sorry honey!!! i’m gone!!!

meanwhile back in the living room on a thick soft carpet….

sleeping bethany


ohhhh….waking up……ugh……

fluffin' up the bed...

quick bath....anything I do is picture worthy mom!

ok if u say so Bethany….

see i even wake up sweet and pretty!! what's that noise?

hey what’s that noise??

that’s what i just said mom!

so we move back into the bathroom………what’s goin on in here??




whoa!!! this is some smoking 'nip!!

I KNEW you guys were up to something??!!

hey what's going on???

whoa! that's some strong stuff! makin' my eyes burn!!

Naptime? HA!  Oh how the animals will play!! and even on a hot hot day!  caughtya!!

The good the bad and the UGLY!

With soo much that animals give us, I couldn’t help but post a little about what’s going on out there in the world, both good and bad!


You see something like that, and then something like this happens:

And yet  sooo many places continue to condemn critters!!  Like here:!/album.php?aid=2059768&id=1078095162

However, it doesn’t seem to keep animals from having more faith in us despite what we do to them.  Like here:


I also give this as an example:

And then there are the times when they entertain us

( i love the expression on this pup’s face.  so patient!)

or the capacity they have to care for each other:

(notice it’s a pit bull which so many find to be such an awful breed.  ha!  NOT!)

And yet, we continue to abuse them, neglect them, and take them for granted:

And it’s not just cats and dogs, but all sorts of animals as in this video:

AND STILL despite abuse, animals are still capable of loving of humans!

even if the journey back to trusting us takes awhile:

Often people will ask “why bother with animals when the real concern should be humans?”  What so many refuse to connect here, is that animal abuse and neglect usually leads to human abuse or neglect.  I just read an article last night about someone who sexually molested 3 puppies and one that had passed due to this.  If you don’t think this same person has or will abuse some child or other human out there, you’re wrong.  Often times, they start with animal cruelty and work up to abusing children and people.!/photo.php?pid=90255&id=100001222719525

(rest in peace Charity!)

There is so little that we understand about animals and so much that we can learn from them.  It’s time for us to quit ignorring the abuse and neglect and give voice to those who despite our treatment of them, continue to love and give us so much!  From institutionalized cruelty and death at some alleged “rescues” to the kid on the street who gets a kick out of pulling a kitten’s tail.  The time is NOW to push for change!

(This blog is dedicated to the memory of Charity and all the other animals who have died due to our cruelty and lack of respect for the animal kingdom in general)


….in a wally world parking lot.  I stopped by one of the wally world’s in “bigtown”, where I’ve been working and hope to soon move,  and had unloaded my car of purchases and closing the passenger door when I heard a very LOUD, LONG, and ANGRY MEOWWW!!!  HISSSS!!!  and looked down to discover I had stepped on a very frightened little kitten’s tail!  She spat at me again when I bent over to check her out, but didn’t bite or claw when I reached out to her, pet her and picked her up.  Soon I discovered another under my back tire, who was obviously the littermate of the first one I found.  Meanwhile, the lady with the car parked next to mine, came out and climbed in, starting up the engine when I noticed not one but TWO more kittens under her back tire.  I managed to get her attention before she put her car in gear, and she got out and approached those 2.  We now had a total of 4 kittens between the 2 of us, and feeling guilty she decided to take the little grey one home with her, but said she couldn’t take two so I offered to take 3.  (sucker? no just major animal lover!)

Lucky Louie named for his luck in not getting run over!

from lef to right, Glory and Star

Like so many states this summer, Colorado is experiencing a tremendous influx of animals at all their shelters and the rescues in bigtown were no exception. I managed to find Lucky Louie, the brother who’s named for his luck in not being run over, a FANTASTIC home with one of the staff at the college where I work part time. These 2 girls had some interest, but their possible new homes have since fallen thru, and yes, darnit, I have gotten “hooked” on them. I have named them Glory and Star-left to right- after the 4th of July since it was right around that time I found them. They sleep together, eat together, and play together; are very soft and cute! They also make for great entertainment! The local shelter is offering to help out peeps who have taken in fosters on their own initiative to fix and vaccinate any kittens that people like me rescue and I may just take them up on it!

With sooo many cute kittens out there to choose from, even beauties like these can have a tuff time finding a good home.  It’s amazing to me the number of kittens that are passing thru the doors of sooo many rescues this summer!!  Being pretty darn picky about any future homes they go into as well, it could take me awhile to find someone that I approve of.  Until then, I will do everything I can for them and we will all just enjoy their company here at the homestead!

Here are a few more pics!
cuddling kits

glory finally held still!

star sittin' pretty


Greta Speaks..

Greta in halloween garb

shy sweet demure girl!

gentle greta-one of my most favorite pics of her!

ALL the other pets love Greta!


I’m taking a pause today from writing about the antics of my kitties, to write about something bigger that truly affects all of us in the US, much less  all over the world.  The subject is not a pretty one.  It is animal cruelty. 

The subject of cruelty seems to be hitting the mainstream more and more what with the  reporting done by ABC on the plight of the American Dairy Cow.   You can read about it and watch the footage at this link here.  Be forwarned.  The video is very graphic and I had to stop watching not long after starting it  The point that this article and footage makes to me, is just how much animal cruelty is intertwined within our society.  Many of us tend to be kinda like the ostrich with its head in the sand: ignorrance is bliss, and as long as I DON’T know about it, I can’t be held responsible. 

The really heatbreaking factor of animal cruetly, is that there’s so much to choose from when it comes to the general subject matter. You could talk about the dairy industry, or the commercial farming industry as a whole, actually, or could choose pit bull fighting as your subject matter.  And there’s always  plenty of animal testing STILL going on today to really get a discussion going.   

Because I own a “retired racer”, I choose to use greyhound racing as my subject matter for getting my point across.  Perhaps not in it’s “heyday” anymore like it was, greyhound racing still goes on in several states located both in the north and south.  Many adoption groups have been developed to redirect the hounds for rescue, but still far too many are winding up in animal testing labs; being starved, beaten, and tortured while they are forced to continue to race. 

In December of 2000, I adopted Greta from a greyhound rescue group out of Colorado Springs, Co.  She was not quite 3 years old and was scared to death of me when I went to pick her up.  The facility for the greyhound rescue group was on the grounds of the racing track in Colorado Springs.  The owners of the track donated one of it’s buildings specifically for the purpose of boarding the retired racers.  (The Colorado Springs Track Owners were an acception to the rule and worked hand in hand with the local rescue group.  A year or 2 after adopting Greta, the track closed and with it closed the nonprofit rescue group for the dogs).  

When we walked into the kennel, the barking was deafening.  There were  two rows of kennels on each side of the room, with one row on top of the other. The building was actually proportioned out into 2 rooms of equal size with 36 kennels per room,  so there was actually a total of 72 dogs being boarded in this one facility alone!!! (There was more than one boarding facility located on the track grounds as well so one can only imagine just exactly how many dogs total were actually on the grounds that day!) 

Each half of the kennel had a second door into a large fenced area.  This entire area was set up like a shallow sand box, which made cleaning up after the dogs easier.  Dogs would be turned out for exercise and to relieve themselves.  Their indoor kennel was a fenced in area that was large enough for each dog to eat, rest, and turn around in comfortably.  

The representative of the rescue group that was working with me, had informed me that “Rosie” as they called her, had not taken to racing and so that was why she had come up for adoption at such an early age.  She went to a lower level pen, opened the door, and attached a leash to the dog’s collar.  The greyhound was absolutely pretrified of me, and you could see the fear in her eyes.    Me and a friend that accompanied me that day, took “Rosie” outside so that we could spend some time with her without all the dogs barking inside.  Plus, me and the rescue representative could speak to each other alote easier. 

Standing next to me was a large white greyhound with red ticking (that’s what they call red spots) and HUGE brown eyes that were absolutely petrified. (Greta was named for Greta Garbo the actress because of her huge expressive eyes). I didn’t know it then, but she was also underweight-a common practice in the racing industry so that they were lighter and sprinted faster.  I did happen to notice that the tip of the her last rib on the right side, was sticking out. I inquired if it had ever been broken,etc., to which the rep responded no that was just the way she was born.   I agreed to adopt Greta, finished the required paperwork and placed her in the car with my other dog Keehta who went with me on the trip.  Neither dog had aggression issues and so the introduction was a simple one.  After picking up Greta, I would be leaving directly for home as a huge storm was moving into the mountains and I wanted to get ahead of it as much as possible. 

Upon arriving at home, it quickly became apparent that Greta didn’t even know how to be a “dog”.  This she learned from my other pooch Keehta.  Over the months, Greta would learn to show happiness, act silly, “enjoy” toys, even bark!  Housebreaking Greta took about a week.  Pretty quick for a pup that had never even been in a house before! 

At our first visit to the vet for Greta, I learned that she was underweight, and that the last rib that protruded from her side had been broke at some point, and no one ever bothered to have it set.  The vet encouraged me to let Greta eat as much as she wanted.  Being underfed, is something that would haunt Greta for the rest of her life.  She would constantly eat too fast, overeat and sometimes even vomit it back up because of how fast she was eating.  This was something we had to work on, slowly over the days.  Greta also had nervous ticks and developed anxiety whenever I left and would eat anything and everything while I was gone, so crate training her became necessary as well, which I hated, because she had spent so much time in her previous lifestyle being contained.  But unlike racing training, her crate became a refuge for her and she would even sleep in it at times when I was home, with the door open. 

Greta would also have nightmares.  She would start bellowing/screaming in the middle of the night, legs moving like she was trying to get away from something.  Over the years, these nightmares would subside in frequency and eventually disappear. 

For many of Greta’s ailments, time was the key factor in her healing. 

During other visits, my visit would continue to inform me of the hardships racing greyhounds deal with on a daily basis, not only were they almost constantly kept crated so that their energy levels would build up for racing, but they were often fed in a trough system in which the most aggressive dogs would get the most to eat; the shyer, more submissive personalities having to settle for seconds or nothing at al. 

From birth, the dogs were seen as an imvestment, and if the dogs didn’t do well soon after their puppyhood, they would wind up destroyed, beaten, shot or whatever means were used to “get rid” of the dog.  Puppies born with anything that was considered a birth defect, were immediately destroyed.   Too shy of personality could even be considered a “defect” and reason for being destroyed. 

Like many animals that are used in an “industry” the priority of the breeders and owners, is to make whatever money they can off of their investment.   Sadly, this can lead to a variety of cruelty and neglectful treatment in attempts to get what they want from the dog(s).  Many will argue that if they dogs weren’t treated well, they wouldn’t race.  This is incorrect.  Greyhounds are natural site hounds, and it’s part of their nature to pursue.  So even the most neglected and starved, will still try to pursue a “tease”. 

I’m sure someone somewhere out there will be wanting to share their difference of opinion concerning the industry, however, I give as proof several investigations that have been conducted by the Greyhound Protection League.  You can find their website at, but what influenced me even more, was what I experienced when I adopted Greta.

I always give all my pets a middle name, and it’s usually awhile after I’ve had them, that that middle name comes to mind.  For Greta, her middle name revealed itsself to be Saint.  This dog, despite all she’d been thru, and who was even scared of children even to this day, has one of the most sweetest natures of any dog I’ve known.  I will always have a place in my home for a retired racer, and everything that Greta has taught ME will make me a better person!

Greta enjoying a cool dip in the creek.