The comment said, “I don’t give money to homeless people if they have a dog.  How can you have a dog if you can’t even feed yourself?”

Here is what I sent to Frank at Post Secret:

During a routine trip to my vet a weeks ago I saw a donation box for http://www.petsofthehomeless.org in the lobby. I asked my vet about the organization and learned a few things.

Being homeless is frequently a temporary situation and not long them. People with pets sometimes have a harder time finding a home, because shelters and subsidized housing will not allow animals.

Homeless people are often the subject of scrutiny, jokes, and harassment and lack of understanding by those of us who have a home. The bond they feel with their animals is incredibly significant. According to Dr. Michael Lemm, “pets provide emotional support, companionship, so they can have a definitely more significant impact on the lives of their owner.”

Homeless people will frequently make sure their animals are fed before they eat themselves. They will also seek veterinary care for their animals before they seek health care for themselves.

I encourage your readers, especially the person who sent that email comment, to visit petsofthehomeless.org to learn more.

The website includes a Flickr feed with photos that I find both heartbreaking and amazing. Some of the pictures capture the unconditional love the people have for their pets, and animals have for their owners.

When I decided to leave my roommates and get an apartment on my own, we had just helped with the birth of six kittens. My roommates asked me to take some of them. At first I said no, and then I said I would take one, and then I (begrudgingly) broke down and agreed to take two.

Although I joke about them a lot, and have my own quirky sense of humor surrounding them (they have their own website and twitter feed), I am so happy that I have been adopted by Zan and Jayna. Becoming a pet owner at this stage of my life is one of the best things to happen to me.

A brilliant little article was posted on Craigslist in Lansing, Michigan, a couple days ago. Since then, several people have flagged it for removal — reasons unspecified. Until someone comes forward with a reason for its removal (such as copyright violation), I’m reposting the article here.

A mutual friend of ours threw a big party for her 30th birthday, tons of people were there and it was a lot of fun. Somewhere along the line you and I ended up on the balcony for some fresh air at the same time. We started chatting; we talked about sports, books, tv — discovered we both are about to start our masters degrees and spent some time debating the pro’ and con’ of the educational system. We talked about hanging out sometime, and you wanted to meet my girlfriend.

I understand how upsetting it was for you when I blinked mildly in surprise and said I was here with my husband. I know it was a shock to your system, if your face had turned any paler I might have called 911. You made a good recovery though – that hurried mutter of “I’m not like that” was very polite and you only knocked over two drinks and one vase in your hurry to rush to anywhere other than near me. I can’t blame you — I forgot how delicate you straight boys are. So I wanted to give you a few helpful hints about where you went wrong last night.

1. As a general rule we don’t walk around with big signs around our neck proclaiming our sexuality. No scarlet letters, no scent of hellfire and brimstone‚ sorry about that.
2. We do not generally assume that everyone within 5 feet of us must also be homosexual — it was nice of you to immediately reassure me that you are hetero, but it was really unnecessary.
3. Homosexuality is not infectious. While I am sure you meant no disrespect with your hasty departure; in the future you can rest assured that taking a few extra seconds in your mad dash for safety will not result in you being turned gay. It will however keep you from destroying expensive vases and knocking over senior citizens.
4. This next one may come as a surprise; but you are not, in fact, irresistible. The fact that you have a dick does not instantly turn me into a bundle of uncontrolled lust. Contrary to popular opinion, being in the same room with a straight man does not cause a gay man to instantly lose all common sense and basic common courtesy. Though I am not so sure about the reverse.
5. Homosexuals in general get a little irked when people treat us like some sort of leper. Rushing to another mutual friend of ours and advising him of my sexuality, so he could be “forewarned” was really uncalled for.
6. Upon being told (by said mutual friend) to stop being an idiot and that you were not my type anyway‚ it generally confuses the issue when you then proceed to become upset that I DON’T find you attractive. Three seconds ago you were running through a crowd of people with your hands cupped protectively over your junk as if I might attack you at any moment with a blowjob. See hint number 4.
7. We homosexuals have an odd sense of humor — I can’t help that. Something about watching you freak out as if all the demons of hell were after you just struck me as vastly amusing.
8. While being pissed at me for dissolving into uncontrollable laughter might be understandable‚ gathering a couple guys together to “teach the fag a lesson” is not.
9. You might also want to drink a little less and be a little more careful about the guys you approach for your little proto-hate-mob.
10. 10) Assuming the two tall muscle-bound bruisers must be uber-hetero and just as appalled by my presence as you was your first mistake. It was an understandable one though. How were you to know that P-Flag tshirt the first guy was wearing wasn’t a sports team? Also the rainbow ring the second guy was wearing could have meant anything I am sure.
11. In retrospect I suppose that upon hearing your not very subtle hate-talk and seeing who you were heading for; I could have said something instead of just laughing harder. I apologize for that. I should have just introduced you to my husband instead of letting you walk up to him and ask him if he wanted to help you teach “that fag over there” a lesson. I hope that broken nose heals up cleanly.

Leana Horne died in New York on Sunday evening. She was 92.

I am nervous and excited all at the same time. This move represents a couple of firsts in my nearly 40 years. It will be my first “large complex” living situation (I don’t count the apartment in Chicago… that was a cave and in four years I can’t tell you the name of a single neighbor). It will be my first apartment to myself with a dishwasher, washer, and dryer. There is also a really nice gym, pool, and the staff is really nice.

In addition to the new construction, new appliances, and new neighborhood, and I will find myself with two very new room mates. I decided to take two of the kittens. I do not take that decision lightly, and I know a couple of family members (mom) are a little surprised.

At first it was going to be just one cat. After a lot of research and a lot of talking to people who own cats, I understand it is actually easier to own two pets because they will keep each other company (although more expensive). I have not decided which of the six kittens I will be taking. It appears we have three sets of twins, and I hate to break up a set. I will also need to come up with names, but need to come up with something that doesn’t make me gag a little when I say it. I am not a big fan of your typical cute and cuddley pet names like Socks, Princess, Fluffy, etc.

I am taking suggestions for names. It will probably be a boy and girl combination. I can start moving in on May 21.

-Michael Caine

Miette needs to decide where she is going to nest down to have the kittens. Once she does that, we will find a permeant place for the camera.

UPDATE:
I’ve moved the kitty cam to it’s own page.