Cudell Street Comments

How often we say if only my cat could talk. How about a cat protester!

Spring

The birds are singing, The flowers are blooming, The bees are buzzing, Even the mice are happy. I LOVE SPRING

Garfield Wins

In June of 2004, at the age of 18 and a bit, Garfield had major surgery. That he came through it is surely down the to the care of the veterinary staff at Pet Care and our vet, Kevin Castle. But it is also down to Garfield's tenacity and sheer determination. Laura Dumm drew this cartoon to celebrate Garfield's triumph - which sums him up perfectly!

Festive Cat

Why can't cats enjoy the Christmas holidays as well?

Fluke's Apartment

Home sweet home for Fluke

Begging

It can be hard work for a cat, making humans take notice. A lot of training goes into getting it just right!

Fluke's Bubble

Fluke lives with eleven other cats but is kept seperated from them. He has his own "apartment" with a plexi-glass door and window so they can see each other without having direct contact. He does not really live in a bubble.

Can Opener

The secret of life is a can opener - if you are a cat!

China

1987 ~ 2005

How to Catch a Ball

Laura shows us the way cats have to train for catching balls and mice etc.

Luna Chat

Luna: Easy on the eyes but not so easy on the ears!

Halloween

Why can't a cat enjoy halloween as well?

Clock Cat

It's a busy life for a cat, so a cat's internal clock is a must!

Television

The ideal home entertainment system for cats?

Christmas Wishes

Just imagine if your cat could visit Santa's grotto! What would they want?

My name is Laura Dumm and I share my life with twelve amusing cats and one understanding husband.

All of our cats were strays, either very young abandoned kittens or cats that were injured and needed help. We have always had a multiple cat house but I’ll only tell you about the cats we currently have.

China showed up in 1987 as a small little ball of black fluff that would fit in your hand. She is the eldest. Tigger (a tiger) came to us in 1988, he lived on our porch for a year before we decided he wasn’t going anywhere and so we took him in. Emmett showed up in 1990. He was in terrible trouble. Some awful human had set him on fire and his tail was badly burned. We took him to the vets and his tail had to be amputated. He is now a loving grey and white shorthair. Smudge, a tiger and white fatty, came to us in 1996 after getting hit by a car in front of our house. We took him to the emergency vet and nursed him back to health. Smudge has the most beautiful eyes.

Homer used to live next door with 9 children and a Rottweiler. He decided that he would rather live with us and the rest of the cats. Every time he got out of his house he would run over here and hang out till I took him back home. Finally his family gave in and let him stay with us. A few years later while he was playing he ran into a branch and injured his eye. Sadly he lost his site in it and now only has one good eye and only is allowed to play inside the house.

In 1997 we found a black feral cat with 6 kittens. We took them in and gave Mom our basement to raise her babies. We found good homes for 3 of the kits but ended up keeping her and three of her boys. So now we have MOMA (named after the Museum Of Modern Art, because she had 6 little masterpieces) and the boys, Bongo Monkey (a black and white big boy), Sam (a tiger and white) and Mr. Grey (a sleek grey shorthair). Moma cannot get along with the other cats, so she lives in my studio by herself and is happy with that arrangement. One summer morning in 1999 we were awakened by a kitten crying. We opened the front door and in ran a little fuzzy tiger. He was full of fleas and scared. Belly, now 5 years old, is the biggest, sweetest cat we have.

Fluke (a tiger with white socks and face) showed up in the fall of 1999. He had a bite on his front leg so we took him to the vets only to find out he was positive for feline leukaemia. For some reason we decided not to put him to sleep. We brought him home, built him an enclosure (apartment) upstairs complete with window, plexi-glass door, shelves on the walls for climbing, all topped off with flying mice and bumble bees painted on the walls and ceiling.

Then in 2001 we were awakened at 2 a.m. in the morning by a kitten, crying very loudly. Again I went down and opened the front door and called ‘kitty, kitty, kitty’ and in ran a very pretty little pastel tortoise kitten. We thought she was about 6 months old, but later we found out she was just small and she was over a year old. Because we found her by the light of the moon, we named her Luna. She now runs the house and is very talkative.

So that’s the bunch. They are all spayed or neutered and are indoor cats. They have an enclosed porch where they love to watch nature and sleep. We (the humans) are artists. I am a freelance graphic artist and when I’m not working I paint, draw, take pictures of, do cartoons and hang out with the cats. I also volunteer and do all the graphic work for Northcoast Animals, a cat rescue shelter in Cleveland Ohio. We focus on finding good homes for stray cats and spreading the word to spay and neuter your cat. The comic strips you will see in the coming months will explore the lives of these cats. They will be informative, funny and sometimes touching. My husband is a cartoonist who draws and inks for the comic book American Splendor, as well as working on other independent projects and his own comics.

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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