Recently in Cooper Category
Our colleague Sandy Mazza reports that Cooper, her new kitten whom we've posted extensively about before, is doing very well, thank you.
This past weekend he watched the movie Babe with Sandy and liked it a lot. He has received some new toy mice and a new toy bunny to hunt and kill. Repeatedly.
But his favorite prey? Sandy's feet (Oww!):
Here are some more shots of our favorite formerly-feral kitten, now almost 4 months old. You can see he is quite content in his new home (and is, Sandy says, showing signs of becoming a lay-about "bum"):
Cooper upside down:

Cooper now aspires to become a cat hat on owner Sandy. He is afraid of the kitchen and is already bored with chasing his toy mice.
I told Sandy to buy him some real ones to set loose in the apartment. Every cat needs a challenge. Just for fun.
Any suggestions for treating kitten boredom?
We've posted expansively on the new kitten adopted by our colleague, Daily Breeze reporter Sandy Mazza.
But wait! There's more. (And, yes, our readers have been clamoring, yea demanding that we post an update, already. Well, two of you, anyway.) So here it is:
1. The kitten, a former feral Sandy found outside her apartment building, now has a name: Cooper. The decision? Ain't complicated. No particular deep meaning, despite all our efforts in sending Sandy links to Irish names, cat names, kitten names, boy names. Mainly, the name was chosen because Sandy, for days in angst over what to name the critter, began calling him "Goober" for lack of anything formal. She figures Cooper is not only much more respectable but it also rhymes with Goober so perhaps he won't be too confused. My cat lady friend also tells me Cooper happens to be a popular right now, she's got "one" (meaning a cat named Cooper).
2. There was a brief flurry of panic over the weekend when Cooper suddenly slowed w-a-y down from his usual frantic, mouse-chasing self. He stopped eating and fell asleep, prompting new mom Sandy to dash him to the pet clinic. A virus & fever, apparently, and after receiving a shot Cooper bounced back to his normal self.
3. And finally, (drum roll) we've saved the best for last. The new, updated pic, showing Cooper in a rare moment of rest with one of his 4 toy mice:
All in unison now: AWWWWwwwwwww.
Previous posts (voluminous, they are!) about Sandy's kitten: Fleas; The new kitten: an update; New kitten: Gifts! Mice! Cats + lasers = Good times; It's all about Sandy's kitten.
Consider us all doting aunts and uncles to co-worker Sandy Mazza's new kitten, but we can't get enough.
This is one cute -- and lucky -- feral kitten.
He remains nameless, however, although Sandy did really appreciate the suggestions one reader sent us (and she especially liked one of the names, "Rory.")
But Sandy is still mulling it all over when it comes to deciding on a name.
She's leaning back (I think) toward Cormac, which she'd originally thought about. Irish is the theme (since the cat is orange) so I've tried to be helpful, trying to inspire. I've dutifully sent her lists of:
Irish saints ("Uh, uh" she said, shaking her head as she read through the names.)
Irish rivers ("No." 'Nuf said.)
Irish boy names. (Nope, nothing there, she said.)
Dang.
But isn't he just so cute???
They're selling laser pointers at the 99-Cent store for, well, 99 cents!
I bought one and having grown weary of pointing it at my co-workers computer screens behind their backs, I gave it to new cat owner Sandy, so she could play with her nameless kitty.
Look what she's in store for!
Sandy's now collecting office gifts for her new kitten -- a scratching post and treats appeared at her desk today (courtesy of fellow Daily Breeze staffer & cat owner Andrea Woodhouse):
And here's the kitty with one of his mice -- no name yet, Sandy's thinking of something Irish since he's orange. Suggestions welcome.
I posted briefly yesterday about the cute little orange cat and I wanted to thank you all so much for the helpful advice.
Here's the scoop on the new kitten (not mine):
The feral kitten (3 months old) was found outside Daily Breeze colleague Sandy Mazza's apartment several days ago with his mom and his sibling. Despite a crusty pus that had almost sealed his little eyes shut, the little guy would approach Sandy, trying to play.
Sandy, an all-around animal lover (don't even get her started on the baby eagle Web cam that's the internet rage right now) took pity on him and threw caution to the wind, scooping him up and taking him in.
She tells me today that he's MUCH improved, he's loving the flea comb and is busy killing his new toy mice. He purrs constantly and the flea situation, for now, is mostly under control. He's entranced by the television set
Sandy took him to the vet Monday night after she'd spotted him lying in her driveway looking "ragged."
Aside from the fleas, a flu-like infection (he still doesn't have much of a voice) and ear mites, the vet said there did not appear to be anything life-threatening. So $200 later (welcome to the club, Sandy), home he came with her, stocked with medications and a followup appointment set for next week.
Here are the first of our "after" pics, he's looking SO much better (and check out the plush new cat bed from PetCo):
OK, South Bay Pets readers. We need your advice.
What's the best way to combat fleas on a 3-month-old (but sickly-recovering, weak) kitten? The topical drops would be too strong for now.
And how about treating a carpeted environment?
Fleabusters? Something else that's effective yet not too costly?
The poor kitty in question is shown below. ;(
We hope to have a robust 'after" picture in a short time!





Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(