And Electra (formerly known as Agent Orange Stripe.)
We don't expect to have these guys too long, because they are so super cute! And of course because babies get adopted quickly.
Ms. Queen Cleopatra is much better suited to being worshiped as the divine ruler of Egypt than laying with cats. She'd prefer to be the only animal in the house but has gotten along with some dogs and even a rabbit.
Her heighness represents all that is cat-like. She is independent yet social, and is pleased to make your lap her throne for hours! She dotes on her people and she'd much prefer to sleep on your bed at night. In fact, she insists on it. Slim and graceful, Cleo's silhouette is striking. She has quite the knack for silently moving and showing up suddenly in unexpected places. She'll follow you around and carefully investigate your every move, especially where food or running water is involved. Though affectionate, Cleo makes it very clear that she prefers to be top cat. She has just enough brattiness for a true cat-lover to cherish. Very playful, she acts half her age of 3 years!
This independent lady set sail and left her family in the dust. Too regal for the streets, she is auditioning families once again. She'll hold her family to the highest of standards and we suggest you meet them. But isn't divine love worth it?


Out in the middle of Englewood lives a woman who loves her cats very much. There are quite a few cats in her family, but she lives in a facility which will only allow one cat into the building and moving isn't an option for her. It's clear that it hurts her to watch her cats suffer through winter.
gReNDeL was found alone, separated from his mother at just one week old. When he came to us his skin was red from flea bites, and his fur was matted.
We made him a nest in a bucket and cared for him every two hours around the clock. Still, several times we panic rushed him the vet (once to CVES and several times to Hyde Park Animal Clinic ). The veterinarians were careful to warn us that even healthy one week olds don't always make it. Especially without their mothers.
Grendel has grown up to be quite the kitten. Being with other cats has taken care of his bad habits, and he has been handled by so many people that he just loves them all. He loves other cats too. He has found a wonderful forever home with another energetic cat and I know he is happy.
He was taken to the vet and I took him home to foster that day. He was scared and put his head on my chest for the whole ride home. He was malnourished, had worms & diarrhea and was so bruised from the abuse that was inflicted on him that the vet was worried he might have a blood clotting disorder. He spent his first week with me sick. It rained for the first three days I had him, but we were outside every 1h 45m because that's how long he could go without pooping on the floor. My friend put it well, "his belly doesn't know what to do with enough food." He'd also have terrible nightmares where he yelped in his sleep. Despite all this he managed to put on 10 pounds in the first week.
Those first days he was loving to everyone, and he still loves the people he met at that time. I lived in a co-op (with a dozen housemates) at the time and at first he seemed happy there. Within a few days the first hints of reactivity began to show. He'd start barking at people across the street - or even a block away. This developed over the next few weeks to the point where he lunged at everyone he saw outside. His yelping nightmares progressed to barking and growling in his sleep (a change that I found somewhat positive - it meant he didn't feel quite so helpless). Not long after he began to react to anyone who came near him at all.
I learned that dog training isn't as easy as I thought and that popular dog psychology is dangerously flawed. Arlo's reactivity had nothing to do with "dominance" and though I had to learn to remain calm, his reactivity wasn't about me. I learned that he had a condition directly analogous to human PTSD, and that his brain was physically and chemically altered from the trauma he'd experienced. There was no quick fix, trainers who claimed to treat this instantly (by intimidating the dog) would make the problem worse in the long run. Laura worked with me to come up with an ever-evolving training plan and Dr. Ciribassi helped us to manage the medical side of Arlo's treatment. I have a lot to say about the path to healing Arlo so far, but I'll save that for another post.