Puppy, Kitten, & Dog

Castor Cat and Satan's Littlest Minion (a.k.a. Nibblet) are asleep under the coffee table. Mom and Michael will recognize the legs of said coffee table as they both previously owned and operated the above pictured coffee table (Coffee table, Lane, circa 1961).


But back to the pests, rather pets. Castor, the kitten, named for alpha star in the constellation Gemini is our last kitten left. She will be six months old at the end of October. Castor's brother, and twin, Pollux (now Dusty) has a home with our associate department chair and Helen (completely grey) is now Sassy and lives with three college gals behind the library. Truffles, a.k.a. Mama Cat, has resumed her outdoor lifestyle and thanks us regularly for her spaying by leaving us giant rodents on our front and back steps.


Satan's Littlest Minion is a wee bit of a beagle and something else; she's not supposed to be much more than 15 pounds fully grown. We troubled over her name for several weeks- trying out names like: Lola, Lolita, Leeta (She seemingly liked this name...), Whorfie (She did not like this one...), Lil'bit, Nibblet, and Satan's Littlest Minion. It seems S.L.M, or the diminutive "Minion" has stuck. I must say, she is the devil. As wee as she is, she is nothing more than a poop factory. She also seems to be able to jump, straight up in the air, about four feet. She thinks nothing of knocking things over or climbing on top of things (Like the dinner table!) to get to what she wants. The only thing that saves her is that she's so darn cute.



Nola, pictured above, has grown into a gorgeous, well-behaved, albeit slightly neurotic, dog. She has an impressive bark. She is a good big sister to Nibblet.