Neva is Spanish for "snow covered". We also call her Snow Cat. Or Snowie. At first I called her "Falcor" for her resemblance to the dragon in The Neverending Story.
We took her in last week. She'd been living in the complex's parking lot since at least March when we moved in. She was so grimy we thought she had gray markings. The vet thinks she's about 3-4 years old. She is FIV+.
A neighbor once described her as "nothing but skin and bones" but Neva's put on a pound since staying with us. She closes her eyes when she eats.
Sweet as a corncob, Neva really was this dirty when we brought her in. She smelled like wet dog.
After her first bath. She is a bit of a runt. Coco, our biggest cat, is twice her size. Neva mostly stays in the Safe Place room with the art and music gear. She fell asleep on my mixer once.
All prettied up after a second bath. She doesn't fuss too much while in the bath. We let her hang with the other cats when we're all loungin' downstairs. She's very chill and docile. Delicate. Our boys, though, can get get a bit rambunctious. Neva mostly watches and naps from her perch atop the couch or cat tree.
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We recently returned from a few days vacation in Calistoga. It was our first anniversary. And what memories! The best was a balloon ride that was supposed to be only up to an hour long and about 4-10 miles in distance.
We wound up in the air for almost two hours and covered 51.6 miles! Put it this way, in equal distance, we would've flown all the way out to Sacramento! Or to downtown SF! Hello, work! (Actual ride was from Middleton in Napa Valley all the way out to Thunderhill raceway near Willows in the Central Valley.)
And the best part was the crash landing! It was windy. We tipped over and winds from an approaching storm dragged us 100 yards through a dirt field while the balloon deflated. My guess is that the same winds were responsible for blowing us north over the mountains instead of an expected south-east direction over valley floor.
If it weren't for a sliver of Central Valley farmland that stretched into the mountains, we could've wound up stranded on a mountainside in the middle of BFE. It took us two hours and 150 miles in the chase van to get back to Napa.
Lesson: Never take a balloon ride near mountainous terrain when a storm is coming.
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Oooh! My favorite pic from Maria and Denny's wedding last week:
We took her in last week. She'd been living in the complex's parking lot since at least March when we moved in. She was so grimy we thought she had gray markings. The vet thinks she's about 3-4 years old. She is FIV+.
A neighbor once described her as "nothing but skin and bones" but Neva's put on a pound since staying with us. She closes her eyes when she eats.
Sweet as a corncob, Neva really was this dirty when we brought her in. She smelled like wet dog.
After her first bath. She is a bit of a runt. Coco, our biggest cat, is twice her size. Neva mostly stays in the Safe Place room with the art and music gear. She fell asleep on my mixer once.
All prettied up after a second bath. She doesn't fuss too much while in the bath. We let her hang with the other cats when we're all loungin' downstairs. She's very chill and docile. Delicate. Our boys, though, can get get a bit rambunctious. Neva mostly watches and naps from her perch atop the couch or cat tree.
We recently returned from a few days vacation in Calistoga. It was our first anniversary. And what memories! The best was a balloon ride that was supposed to be only up to an hour long and about 4-10 miles in distance.
We wound up in the air for almost two hours and covered 51.6 miles! Put it this way, in equal distance, we would've flown all the way out to Sacramento! Or to downtown SF! Hello, work! (Actual ride was from Middleton in Napa Valley all the way out to Thunderhill raceway near Willows in the Central Valley.)
And the best part was the crash landing! It was windy. We tipped over and winds from an approaching storm dragged us 100 yards through a dirt field while the balloon deflated. My guess is that the same winds were responsible for blowing us north over the mountains instead of an expected south-east direction over valley floor.
If it weren't for a sliver of Central Valley farmland that stretched into the mountains, we could've wound up stranded on a mountainside in the middle of BFE. It took us two hours and 150 miles in the chase van to get back to Napa.
Lesson: Never take a balloon ride near mountainous terrain when a storm is coming.
...Oooh! My favorite pic from Maria and Denny's wedding last week:
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