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r.a.c.s. is a little island of civility in usenet, a comic-strip-fan discussion group which has become
a kind of virtual pub for a collection of men and women of good character and dubious wit. Or perhaps it's the other way around.
These are our 'baby pictures'. And here are our weblogs (some comics-related, most not, all interesting).
Enjoy them. And please - don't breed or buy while shelter animals die! (Think it's not that simple? You're right - it isn't. Click
here for more thoughts on the issues.)
Lennie Peterson's Ginger
The Big Picture, a cartoon strip drawn by the multi-talented Lennie Peterson,
was kind of a weblog in pictures and featured Lennie's cat, Ginger. A
while ago, Ginger became very ill and, in a short time, passed away.
Lennie wrote this real-life loss into the strip.
As you can imagine, as
Ginger's illness played out in the comic strip, it was much-discussed
in our group of cat-loving comic fans. People worried about how it
would turn out and whether Ginger would recover. As the story unfolded,
we felt that Lennie handled the telling of Ginger's illness and death
with courage and grace.
One of the regulars in
the group suggested that it would be an honour for us to add Ginger's
picture to our gallery as an honourary "r.a.c.s pet" because we all
felt so attached to her and her story had affected us all so much.
After letting a little time pass, I emailed Lennie Peterson and asked
if he would let us add Ginger to our little gallery. He not only
agreed, he generously sent along three pictures of Ginger and her
fictional alter-ego for us to include. We are very grateful to him for
letting us keep Ginger with us in this way. I particularly like the
third image; perhaps Ginger's dream of transcending her form and flying
has finally come true.
Lennie decided to end
The Big Picture after Ginger died. His fans at r.a.c.s understand, if
we regret, his decision to end the strip, but we will always be
grateful that we got to meet the sassy, opinionated cat that shared
Lennie's real and fictional life.
Anne Warfield is a longtime r.a.c.s
contributor. The picture below of her Lady Jane Gray studying the
Escher print is perhaps my favourite of all that have been contributed
to the gallery.
random: just possibly the single cutest kitten on earth
The newest addition to
Anne's family. "We acquired the new kitten after someone abandoned a
box of kittens at Millikin University, where our nephew works. He and
all took one, but he works two jobs & so he gave us his kitten."
"... it took a few days
to find a good name for him, but because of his ability to suddenly do
anything and everything, he has been named Random."
random & pumpkin
"Uh-oh. I know my place in the pecking order. Honest!"
"No one expects the
Feline Inquisition! And nobody can predict what this tortoiseshell cat
will do next. Born in June 1999 and adopted in October 1999. Hobbies
include knocking things off of tables and desks, playing with the kitty
fishing pole, and trying to destroy every piece of paper that comes out
of the printer."
Just in case you were wondering why they call her "The Inquisitor".
"Ace is a tabby kitten
born in August 1999 and adopted in October 1999. She was a very active
kitten and a real cutie. Now grown, her hobbies are napping, looking
out the window, and meowing imperiously.".
"Queenie was born in
April 1996 and was a litter-mate of Lady Jane. A gray and orange tabby,
she was a very active and playful cat. She died October 8, 1999. Her
hobby was bird-watching."
lady jane gray
Lady Jane Gray was born
in April 1996 and was a litter-mate of Queenie. She was a gray tabby.
After Queenie's death she became Anne's eldest cat and queen of the
household. Lady Jane died in 2004 after a long illness.
lady jane gray
Also, clearly, an art lover.
Anthony Myers' Daisy
Anthony is a riddle wrapped in a
mystery inside an enigma. And sometimes he's darned funny. Just like
Anthony himself, his contribution to the gallery is a little offbeat,
and much welcomed.
"Juan the wiener dog. I also have another one named Jamal.
was going to send a picture of him too, but most wiener dogs look
pretty much alike. I mean let's face it, If you've seen Juan you've
Ok, I made
that up. The wiener dog is really named Daisy. She's almost 20 years
old. My dad was the one who named her - after the dog in Blondie."
Antonio Gonzalez' Charlotte
Charlotte popped up by name in r.a.c.s
anecdotes so often that she is practically our unofficial mascot. In
honour of her longevity and frequency of appearance, I've
included three pictures of Antonio's gal.
I'm sorry, what part of 'belly rub' don't you understand?
Bobcat's Canuck Kitties
Bobcat is one
of my favourite r.a.c.s posters, probably because he, along with me,
Kate Brown, Dave Brown (no relation - I think), Brent McKee and Andrew
Ryan Chang, make up the Canadian Cabal whose duties, among others, are
to respond to baffling Canadianisms in "For Better or For Worse",
promote Pooch Cafe, and plot world domination. Here are his Canuck Cats.
"A tortie, she is Miss
Proper. Also somewhat, uh, full-figured - she overlaps the narrow
railing she likes to lie on. She's the sweetest-natured cat we've ever
had, and we love her to bits."
"When you go near the
bathroom she runs and jumps up on the sink because she wants you to
thump her with a roll of paper towelling. A very weird little
"Alas, my Internet
namesake departed for kitty Valhalla last year, but we still remember
his feisty charm. And we still find traces of long white fur around the
"Sophie, our latest, looking mysterious - or sleepy."
Brian's Living Doll
Brian, also knows as
"Beefies", is a family man, a funny, smart guy, and a
jaw-droppingly-good artist and writer. He's also the author of Mom's Cancer,
a brilliant, heartbreaking, funny, moving account of how his family
coped with his mother's cancer - together. Not surprisingly, his
contribution to the gallery is a particularly special cat, and we're
privileged that she is the cause of us to have an example of his art
along with his photo and anecdotes about her. I believe his
veterinarian friend was correct.
"She was just a few weeks old when a veterinarian
friend of ours found her in a field, in a coma. He
nursed her back from the brink, but she'd suffered
some brain damage and he knew we'd make a good home
for a Special kitten. She lacks the grace and balance of most
cats but also lacks their aloofness. In many
ways she's kind of a very sweet stupid dog."
"She's also not very good at grooming herself, which is unfortunate
since she turned out to be a very long-haired tabby who hates being
brushed. So once a year, in the spring when the weather turns warm, we
take Amber back to our vet friend and he shaves her tangled, matted
coat into a "lion cut." For a few weeks afterward she's the most
pathetic, trembling, sorry, ridiculous creature ever born. Her bobble
head is five sizes too big for her body and she's got a pom-pom stuck
at the end of every extremity. The other cats tease her mercilessly--I
hear them snicker.
Or perhaps that's me."
Charles' Whitney's Ferocious Megs and her Cousin Argus
Charles volunteers with
the SPCA and has been quietly building a nice little menangerie of cats
and dogs. I like to think a collection of happy animals makes for a
happy home, and he's given a home to quite a few fortunate animals now.
"Here's a picture of my ferocious Airedale, Megs.
She may look all cute and loveable with her head seeming to be looking for a gramophone, but don't
let that fool you. In her spare time she chases bears, wards off the house from coyote and wild turkey invasions,
and pulls back the covers in her master's bed and naps under them. She likes eating cheese, broccoli and lettuce
stems, and screen windows."
Megs passed away on
April 12, 2007. After a short but very serious illness from which she
would not recover, her family made the decision to let her pass away
peacefully. From Charles' accounts, she was an independent, unique and
loving dog, and she is very much missed.
"Here's a picture of [Megs with] my brother's Bernese Mountain Dog, Argus, who I
babysit so regularly that he is a de facto member of my family.
... Sadly, my brother and his fiancee lost Argus recently as well."
"I got a little black
cat last August, from the local SPCA where I volunteer. He was
something of a sad case, which influenced my decision to adopt him...
He had a spark though, and was enthusiastic to see anyone who came to
his cage, eager to play and be patted... [When we brought him home] he
was less than a kilogram (1 lb. 6 oz), and could fit into the palm of
his misfortune did not end there, as he had caught a nasty respiratory
illness in his last days at the SPCA... and I took a rather unpleasant
call from the vet later in the day asking if I wanted to "spend a lot
of money to keep him alive" or put him to sleep. We couldn't bear to
put him to sleep, so instead I instructed the vet to do whatever was
necessary, which involved him being put into an oxygen tent for a few
He didn't look good, (one of the two vets who worked with him said that
he was '80% dead') but eventually he pulled through.
He has been home ever
since. He now spends his days bouncing around plants, chasing the other
cats (including biting their ears), teasing Megs, and basically trying
to eat everything in the house, including donuts, sunflower seeds,
yogurt, and anything we give the other animals. That's had an effect on
him, and now he weighs almost seven pounds (three kilograms). I present
to you: JACK."
"I adopted another
little black kitten last October. She's actually a dark brown/darker
brown tabby/siamese mix, but appears black so long as she stays out of
the sun. She arrived at the SPCA with three of her siblings but had to
be separated early on because two of her siblings weren't letting her
eat. So she was a tiny three month old kitten alone in a huge cage when
I adopted her."
"She's the smartest,
friendliest kitten I've ever seen, and I've seen plenty. Since our
first black cat was named Jack, we named her Jill."
jack, marshmallow & jill
another one of three of our four cats (the fourth is camera shy). From
top to bottom, Jack (who, as you can see, has gotten quite large in the
last year, not many missed meals there), our serial overeating cat
Marshmallow (who has missed even fewer meals in her nine years) and
mark & monica
"Last but not least, in
late 2005 I adopted two golden retrievers, a brother and sister from
separate litters. Their original owner was going into a retirement
community that didn't allow dogs, so he let us take them. In addition
to being very flash-reflective, they're friendly, goofy dogs. Here are
Mark and Monica."
Chris Clarke's California Crew
Writer, environmentalist, devoted husband and smartass. Of course he owns everything from a rabbit to a guinea-pig.
chris, becky and zeke
Zeke's the furry one. No, the other furry one. Taken in Tucson.
Zeke passed away after
a long illness on February 3, 2007. Chris left work to care for Zeke
full-time during the latter days of his life, testimony to their
incredibly powerful bond and to Chris' love of Zeke.
zeke and harley
"Zeke with his pal Harley, who's grown to about three times the size he
"The newest family member."
Cynthia's Bengal (and other) Babies
A newsgroup only
becomes a social group when a core group of people take the time to
become "regulars" - to post, debate, contribute, argue, joke and weigh
in. Cynthia has been a "regular" longer than I've even been reading
r.a.c.s, and she's helped make r.a.c.s the neat place it is.
This incredible beauty is a domestic
Bengal, full name Spoticaxotica Priya Sashi.
This is Cynthia's Bengal with her Greyhound.
Ming li, the Siamese, was almost 15 years old when this photo was taken and was "the grande dame of my bunch".
She was put peacefully to sleep on January 13, 2006,when her kidneys
were failing and she was no longer comfortable. "Ming Li was 16 years
old," Cynthia wrote. "I'd had her since she was a teeny white kitten
with a dark smudge on her nose. If I had had
her made-to-order, I couldn't have had a better, sweeter cat."
samwise gamgee mclendon
The newest addition to
Cynthia's family arrived at her home on June 26, 2006. "His name is
Samwise Gamgee McLendon, and he is an Ocicat kitten from Jordan,
Ontario. Since he is 1/4 Abyssinian, Sami
looks like a little cougar. He's 3 months old today and is such a
sweetie. His sister Claudia loves him, but Sashi is all hisses. She
goes all Balrog of Morgoth on the poor baby. I think it will work out
Dann's Asha and Brooke
Dann never met a
political discussion he didn't like, and never met a thread he couldn't
be persuaded to help drift into a political discussion. He is also
unfailingly polite and good-natured, even in the heat of political
debate. For this reason, among others, he's one of my favourite - if
occasionally one of the most maddening - "r.a.c.s.a.l.s".
"We think Asha is Malamute/Husky with a bit of Greyhound tossed in. It
takes about a mile before his pulling instinct settles down."
"We've had him since he was a puppy and I spent about a week sleeping on the floor next to
his cage early on to keep the whining down."
"Brooke seems to be a mix of some sort of short haired retriever and a
bit of Husky. No one knows. We aren't sure, but we think she spent too much
time confined in an apartment. We lost some furniture in the process of
teaching her that chew toys were for chewing and furniture isn't."
"Unfortunately for feline aficionados, they've also made sure that cats
don't get too close to the house. Although last month, one cat did find
the one limited space where the puppies couldn't get to its backside
and all the pointy parts could be applied in the same direction. We had
to make a trip to the vet after that one.
These are my puppies. Ignore their size. They are just puppies."
Dave Armour's Doggies
a lurker but we're hoping to continue to hear more from him. Anyone who
lets the pets wash the dishes is true r.a.c.s material. :)
"that's our 'boy,' binkie a.k.a. binkie bonkers, binkster, mr.
binks, binkermeister, Your Bonkership, etc. something of a chick-magnet, if our nieces are any indication. he also seems to
believe that all our sticks belong to him, and he passes everything (in both senses), but muddy puddles. sadly, he's
started having seizures, although otherwise he retains a rude health and an enthusiasm for woodsy walks."
"[binkie, shown] engaged in his second
favourite activity, assisting with the post-dinner dish-washer
pre-wash cycle. circulating this picture is a great way to cut
down on unwanted dinner guests if you make a point of putting
the pot / dish / utensil AWAY *without* the ensuing dishwasher
step, at least until the guests have left."
"kona, green laser eyes and
all, straining to get, presumably, at her pot after our most
recent xmas dinner. this was the dinner after which His Binkness
helped himself to the glass turkey baster from the dishwasher
cutlery rack while several allegedly more-intelligent adult
animals were cleaning up, & chewed off the tasty tip before
kona, binkie & bettys
"kona and binkie and a
few of their photoshopping friends at the doggy masseuse's.
elaine won some sort of aesthetician service which, i kid you
not, included a dog massage and their picture. pity about the
carpetting. we call the friends "bettys" after a
gender-confused rooster my niece owned."
elaine & kona
"elaine and kona, as a puppy,
running up a trail in mill hill park purely to catch up to her alpha
'daddy'. That one's a killer, for me."
Hudson is named partly
after Rock Hudson because, in David's dog-centric home, David "tended
at first to think of him as a 'gay' dog"; as well as after one of the
characters in Pooch Café and, David realized later, David's mother's
middle name ("paging dr. freud to the white courtesy
phone"). Hudson's "as-delivered weight in the mid-twenties and his
later blood tests confirmed the need for twice-daily insulin injections
which has led to the additional nicknames of 'pincushion' and
Dave tells us that
Hudson's "eye colour, couch-potato demeanor, and tux-wearing appearance
make him something of a chick magnet, though, much like binkie, who
remains the cary grant of dogs, despite having considerably more grey
around the temples."
*Further to that
nasty turkey baster incident, Dave adds, "Veterinary tip, learned
following a great deal of shouting, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and a
couple of dreadfully frantic phone calls, the last to a v. generous vet
who passed on the tip despite the lateness of the hour (on xmas!!)
should this ever happen to you: drench a couple of handfuls of cotton
balls with gravy and encourage dog to consume. trust me, it's not hard
to do. cotton balls supposedly help pad the dangerous item from the
insides, and you may even get the thing back! [kidding]." Phone your
local vet first, of course, but you can't say the r.a.c.s pet gallery
Emily's Whole-grain Moggie
tells me via a guest book post that she's "lurked in r.a.c.s for
years". Given that she's been able to hold her tongue in the face of
all our foolishness all that time, I'm guessing she's a pretty wise
soul. I'm glad she partially delurked to send me these great photos of
"This is Kaiser Roll.
One day about eight years ago, he strolled into the print shop I was
then working at, clambered onto a stool next to a running press, and
napped. Everyone was impressed because presses are *loud*. I took him
to the vet for some snipping, fed him, let him sleep in my apartment
for about a week, and I was his."
"Kaiser Roll was about eight months old at the time and never fully
adjusted to life indoors - and I have the scars to prove it! I love the little
bastard though. There's nothing like a cat with personality, and KR's
personality is mean and cranky. Just like me in the morning before my
daily dose of caffeine :)
He loves sinks. Pink is not his color. Blue, on the other hand, is.
Ernest describes himself as "more of a lurker at RACS than anything else, although I do post in
spurts. But far be it from me to not show off my kittie." Maybe he knows shelter cats are our favourites.
"I adopted Nikki as an adult cat from the local shelter, oh, about five years
ago. He is apparently the reason there are adoption fees for shelter pets.
That is, the poor fellow was brought into the shelter after he was found
barely alive having been mauled by a dog. The shelter paid to have him
fixed up by a vet, and I really couldn't be any happier that they did. I've
had more than a few cats over the years, but Nikki will always be very, very
special to me."
Eva Whitley's Valentine and Boomer
Eva has contributed so
much interesting stuff to r.a.c.s. since I have been reading it. I'm
very pleased she finally found the time to send along pictures of her
kitty and, uh, grand-iguana.
valentine v. pussyfoot
"Valentine J. Pussycat (on the roof of our
truncated car port)."
valentine v. pussyfoot
Another shot of the coy Valentine.
The family's adorable beagle mix, Boomer.
Boomer turns on the charm.
boomer & valentine
A really nice shot of Boomer and Valentine together.
Heather Fieldhouse's Bunny Barn
I admire Heather's
patient and tireless advocacy on behalf of animals, especially house
rabbits, on which she's done much to educate r.a.c.s readers.
She not only talks the talk, she walks the walk, and has provided a
good home for a wide variety of unusual housepets, as this gallery
"...our Elder Statesman..."
Rex passed away on Friday, December 1, 2006, at the age of 11 and a
half. Heather cared for him for 8 and a half of those years, which made
him a very lucky bunny indeed. He will be missed.
The lady of the house. Hazel passed away in November 2005.
This noble fellow is The General "...best friend to Hazel. Deceased and missed."
Snowdrop is the mama of
the babies pictured to the right. Heather notes that "Mice being cursed
with very short lives, we lost all of the mice in the gallery long ago."
ivy, poinsettia, holly & mistletoe
"I can't tell them apart in this picture, but their names are Ivy and Poinsettia (females) and Holly and Mistletoe (males)."
Phoenix, Kant, Planck,
and Tycho Brahe. Heather describes these photos as being "...a
representative sample of my mice and goldfish." These are in their
winter home, a kiddie pool in Heather's basement.
Henry Spencer's Assistant Network Engineers
Henry is more of a lurker than a poster, but I have great respect for a man who knows the value of a good lab
toby the lab cat
"Of course computers are useful, for sleeping on."
"Toby's got an understudy." If you can't read the text on the pillow
Spooky is sitting on, it reads - appropriately - 'Happiness is being
owned by a cat'".
contribution to the pet gallery got misplaced the first time she sent
it. What can I do to beg forgiveness but give the beautiful Nico two
spots to shine?
The newest member of Hope's family, adopted June 2004.
JC's Peggy and Sweet Pea
Dill heard about the r.a.c.s pet gallery from Sherwood Harrington, who
suggested she submit photos. I'm always happy to add new species to our
Peggy meets Sweet Pea
Peggy meets Sweet Pea, a
4 day old miniature horse colt. Sweet Pea is just 4.3 hands tall and
weighs about 20 lbs,while Peggy is 18.2 hands tall and weighs 2020 lbs!
Peggy is JC's horse. Sweet Pea is a friend of the family.
Jim Ellwanger's Baby Face
Shelter cats are my favourites, next only to the people who choose them.
Butter would not melt in this sweetheart's mouth.
Jim's "one and only pet, Chessie, who was adopted from the Glendale (California)Humane Society in January 2000."
Another vote for BirdTV, choice of intelligent r.a.c.s. cats everywhere.
Since we had a picture of Chessie watching BirdTV, Jim thought he'd send along this picture of her watching the real thing.
"I don't know why she was interested in this baseball game...it didn't involve any Orioles, Cardinals, or Blue Jays."
In April of 2009, Jim
had to make the difficult and sad decision to put Chessie to sleep
after the vet discovered that there was a very large tumor in her jaw.
"Attached," Jim writes,
"is one last photo you can add to the page. I got an Apple Time
Capsule" (a file backup system) "last year, and Chessie took to lying
in this position, with her front end on the printer tray and her rear
end on the Time Capsule -- turned out to be quite an expensive butt
This sweet girl will be sorely missed.
Joseph's Free-Agent Gekko
Joseph asked if he could send along a picture of one of the geckos
roaming around his home, I said I'd be shattered if he didn't. Aren't
you glad he did?
"I'm living and working
in Singapore, which means there's a lot of nature abounding... The
geckos ... while I don't try to keep them as pets, do wander around,
and there's always at least two or three if I go looking for them. They
come in various sizes, from ones barely big enough to cover a nickel to
ones the size of my hand. For the most part they don't get too close to
me, but one did jump down and run across my computer's keyboard as I
was watching one of the scenes with Randall in ``Monsters, Inc'', so
you have to admire their timing. This one was about four inches long,
and I noticed him on the bathroom mirror.
Jym Dyer's Kitten Kaboodle
=v= One of our favourite resident eccentrics *would* be a collector of cats, wouldn't he?
friendly, and will start purring after she sits down next to you, even
if you do not pet her. She adores being petted, though. She is the
least active of our cats and is often harassed by Flame. She likes
getting into boxes, probably to feel safer from attack. She cries a lot
for no apparent reason. She does not seem to be very intelligent, but
she is not as stupid as many people make her out to be, and she's
"When we adopted Death
and Chloe (together) from the SPCA, he was named 'Rascal' and Chloe was
'Chloe'. Dan and I each got to name one of the cats. I liked the name
'Chloe'. Dan liked the name 'Death'... Neither of us liked 'Rascal'...
He has brought home one dead bird and one live bird, and left at least
three dead birds for the upstairs neighbor. This prompted said neighbor
to leave us a note headed "Your Cat is a KILLER!" and to block off the
stairs so that Death cannot reach his porch. Death is almost an ideal
cat, but he has two bad habits. First, he licks the window shade, which
sounds very odd and is annoying. Second, he likes to knock over glasses
and vases full of water. Unlike the other cats, he enjoys being
squirted with the water pistol."
"Jackson was the largest
of 4 black kittens found in an abandoned car in Omaha, Nebraska. A
rescuer brought the kittens downtown, where we met them and also met a
remarkable woman named Connie. She nursed the kittens back to health
and socialized them well, before handing them over to us. The largest
kitten was also the most gregarious, so he needed a name. Connie and
her son named him after the location where we'd all met: Jackson
"Sigh was born in Fremont, California. One day I was walking home, and
her whole litter started following me. Her siblings gave up rather
quickly, but Sigh had the good judgment to follow me all the way home,
almost a whole mile. I only helped her across the street once. She was
such a little bitty thing, and I could hold her in one hand. She
quickly exhibited a fondness for burrowing into things...before she
grew to be too big for my britches, she was especially fond of hanging
out in my overalls..."
Sadly, Sigh passed away on April 11, 2004.
She will be deeply missed.
Jym and Nina's Necessary Nonsense
The intrepid r.a.c.s gallery team has obtained EXCLUSIVE
photographs of two individuals well-known in comic strip circles in the
possession and care of CONTRABAND BABY CHICKS which have been liberated
by the Baby Chick Underground Railroad. These photos were taken at an
undisclosed location and the future destination of the chicks is,
likewise, closely-guarded information within the BCUR.
EXCLUSIVE! jym and chicks
Jym Dyer with one of
the rescued chicks, the first of a wave of such genetically-modified
chicks being bred by nefarious fast-food interests to have three
EXCLUSIVE! nina and chicks
renowned and respected comic strip artist Nina Paley, whose idealism
led her to the very edge of darkness in her quest to rescue cute fuzzy
yellow things. Can she ever live an ordinary life again?
(some comics-related, most not, all interesting)
A Word In Your Ear - Rob Wynne 's blog
Anthony's Annotations - Anthony D.'s blog
April's Real Blog - Belphoebe's blog
Baseball-Related Program Activities - Jim Ellwanger's baseball
Confessions of a Bunny Hugger - Heather's blog
Creek Running North - Chris Clarke's blog
dagbrown - Dave Brown's blog
Dain Bramage - Dann's blog
Emerald City - Paige's blog
faynights - Chris and Laura Brown's blog
Golbanamaniarta! - Jim Ellwanger's blog
The Hit Parade - Chris Brown's blog
J.C. Dill - J.C. Dill's blog
manitoons - Jackilope 's blog
"Mom's Cancer" - Brian Fies' blog
The Nellie Blog - Mike Peterson's blog
Nitpicking: the Blog - Carl Fink's blog
Peter B. Steiger's Hastily Assembled Web Page -
Links to Peter Steiger's collection of family anecdotes and musings
SC Universalist: a working history - Steven R's blog
Serenepia - Andrew Ryan Chang's blog
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