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My dog was from a rescue adoption agency, but my cats are rescued from the streets. The last cat I rescued is one year old now - she's an adorable, slinky calico. I think she's part Siamese (the face and the meowing make me think so).
When I found her, she was less than a month old, her eyes were glued shut from "sleep," and snot was drizzling down her chin. If I didn't lure her in and take her the veterinarian, she would've died.

As fascinating as I find this conversation, I'd just like to remind you all that you're still a big fat zero.

Only figuratively of course. Hmmm. That's conflicting.

(I hate cats. I have a rescue dog called Bertie. He's a total mutt. He's 15 years old. He's smelly.)

Abby: I like zero. It's well rounded.
You hate cats? So does my boyfriend! Must be an Indian thing, and no, of course I'm not reaching.

Sibs, I had a manx for a long time. She was weird. Black and built like a rabbit with bounding hind legs, stubby front legs, and a squashed face like a pug. Jessie. I found her laying in the sunshine in rigor mortis in our tomato garden this past summer.
She was very old, arthritic, and our house-sitter forgot to fill the outdoor water bowl for several days.

...

I apologize for the morbidity of my manx tale.

Yes, that's a pun.

Sherry! You back? All well? Write the final stanza! Save this thread from the putty tat lovers!

Sib, for your next Daily Sip, can you select your favourite Eliot cat? Larry has already mentioned some of the popular ones. You'll be reading wonderful stuff in the process. These rhymes have been in my head since before birth.

The Naming of Cats
TS Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

"...The last cat I rescued is one year old now - she's an adorable, slinky calico. I think she's part Siamese (the face and the meowing make me think so)."

^ That's funny you say that because my cat is a Calico and I'm under the impression she is part Siamese as well because of the shape of her face and because she is constantly meowing too.

And regarding the big fat zero, I would if I could. :)

Once Sherry adds her stanza we'll make it a one, equalling Janus

Please say your spelling of Janus wasn't an accident.

^^ Lol, Larry, Larry, Larry. :)

I will try to work on it in a few days. Still week and tired.

'Double' face pun intended