Tinker, a/k/a Tinkertoy, a/k/a Tinkertoy T. Snigglepuss is a neutered male cat, about eleven years old. He was rescued as a kitten from the area around what is now Bayou Bistro in Brusly, Louisiana.  His tail was dragging the ground, so Michell and I scooped him up to take him to the vet.  He sustained a severe trauma to his backside. The vet thought he’d been hit by a car, or maybe hit by some subhuman monster with a bat or club.  He ended up losing his tail, which didn’t bother him one bit.  In fact, he thinks other cats are disadvantaged because they do have a tail.  He is an energetic, loving, talkative cat.  He’ll follow you around and talk to you until you pet him.  He loves attention, loves to be picked up and held, and loves to play, either with you, or with his adopted sister, Colette.  Tinker doesn’t mind dogs and would most likely get along with other cats.

If you adopt Tinker, you MUST agree to keep him as an indoors-only cat.


Hillary (special-needs cat)


Hillary is a spayed female cat, approximately ten years old  She’s a beautiful silver marble tabby with the big, fat tabby stripes.  She showed up in Michell’s yard about nine years ago, as a fully grown, but young cat.  At that time, Michell had a spare room and took her in.  She’s usually a sweet cat, loves to be petted.  However, if approached from the front with your hand up to pet her, she’s liable to swat at you.  We think someone may have hit her from the front.  If you approach her with your hand from the top (above the head) or sides, she’ll let you pet her without incident, and, in fact, loves the attention and will purr loudly.

About three years ago, during a checkup, the vet told us that Hillary was diabetic and we’d have to give her insulin shots twice a day.  Michell became an expert at holding Hillary – but nothing serious; she never had to put her in a “death grip”, just mildly hold her scruff – and I became an expert at giving insulin shots.  The last checkup she had, about six months ago, the vet checked her blood sugar and said it was perfectly normal.  He said we could stop with the insulin shots, so we did.  She has been perfectly healthy since then.  I don’t know anything about diabetes, but I figure it is possible that it would recur, and she would have to go on insulin again.  I describe her as a “special-needs” cat because of the possibility she might have to start taking insulin shots again.

Hillary is curious of other cats that come to her door, but I don’t know if she would get along with other cats. She hasn’t been around dogs, so that is a question mark as well.

If you adopt Hillary, you MUST agree to keep her as an indoors-only cat, and acknowledge that if her diabetes recurs, you might have to give her insulin injections.

William (special-needs cat)


William, a/k/a Wil, a/k/a Willie the Snitch is a neutered male cat, approximately five years old.  He is very much a special-needs cat that can only go to a home that is willing to put in the time and attention that this wonderful cat needs.

This is his story.  About five years ago, he showed up in Michell’s yard as a teenage kitten.  He was a friendly kitten and, as soon as he was old enough, we got him neutered. One day, a few months after that, we saw that he was lethargic and his tail was dragging the ground.  We took him to the vet immediately, who told us that he had been attacked or was in an accident.  Somehow, he sustained an injury to his backside that made it where he couldn’t urinate or defecate on his own anymore. The vet (and note, we have never allowed her to see another animal again) recommended that we put him to sleep.  MIchell and I thought that was the worst idea ever.  Another vet at that office showed us how to express his bladder and help him to defecate by squeezing near his rectum.  So, for five years, twice a day, we “tag-teamed” and helped him do his business.  After Michell died, I boarded William at another vet, until things settled down enough to bring him back to Michell’s house.  The vet gave me tips on expressing him myself, the most important of which was to express him on a table.  In all the five years that Michell and I have been helping him go, and in the time that I’ve been doing it myself, the worst William has done is growl and hiss.  Within 47/100 of a second of being released after expressing him, he forgets about the whole awful procedure and becomes the sweetest, most cheerful cat ever.   He loves for me to lay down on my back and he’ll get on me, make biscuits, and usually curl up to go to sleep.  The worst part of that is when it is time for me to get up and I have to, sadly and with great reluctance, dump him off.

William’s bladder and bowels must be expressed twice a day.  This requires a very special person willing to put in the time and effort  to take care of William’s needs.  Twice a day, no exceptions, no skipping.

William seems to be cautious around other cats, and sort of “meh” around dogs.

If you adopt William, you MUST agree to keep him as an indoors-only cat.

Blackie Parrish (special-needs cat)

Blackie Parrish

This is Blackie Parrish. If you are a long-time fan of the soap “General Hospital”, you’ll get the name.  He is a neutered male cat, approximately two years old.  He appeared in Michell’s yard about nine months ago.  He was full-grown, but we believe he wasn’t much more than a year old.  He was wary and skittish.  He hung around, but wouldn’t let us get close enough to pet him.  One day, about six months ago, Michell found him in her back yard, lying on his side, unresponsive and close to death.  A wonderful friend, Jim, took him to the emergency clinic.  The vet determined he was dehydrated and suffering from an infection.  He was treated and given excellent care. Eventually, he recovered fully.  They also determined he was FIV-positive.  Neither Michell nor I had an inside room to put him in, so he boarded at the vet until about three weeks ago.  After Michell died, we worked to clear out a spare room so that Blackie could come home.  In the time at the vet, either Michell or I visited several times a week. He lost all fear of people and became a loving and sweet cat.  When I brought him to Michell’s and put him in the room, you could tell he was so happy to have a place bigger than a 3 x 3 cage, and have a litter box bigger than a shoe box to go in.  He talks to me through the door, wondering what is so important that I can’t come in right now and pet him.  He loves to be petted, chirps and purrs constantly, and loves for me to lie down on the floor with him so he can rub on me and bonk heads. He eats well, and in fact, got somewhat overweight while boarding at the vet. I’m limiting his food so he can lose a little weight. He shows no signs of the FIV, but I understand that it can remain dormant for years.  While at the vet he had a few bouts with diarrhea, but the vet put him on a powder supplement that (fingers crossed) seems to have cleared that up.

He hasn’t really interacted with other cats or dogs, so I don’t really know how he would react if he shared his home with one.

If you adopt Blackie Parrish, you MUST agree to keep him as an indoors-only cat.