Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Chronicles of a Peace Corps Pet

For those of you cat owners around the world, I'm sure we all know that in any country, in any home...if there is a cat, it is Queen. (or King?) The rules are no different in Azerbaijan. Many PC volunteers choose to adopt animals, and in many cases (such as mine was) the animal adopts you.

A chronicle of how I've become "one of those" PC volunteers.

It was a warm April night when a mangy little kitten wandered into my kitchen. I didn't want a cat, since taking them home is a hugely expensive operation, and I get attached. So I let her sleep on my floor and gave her water and some bread and figured that was that....ha

She knew a sucker when she saw one, and Quinn quickly because my buddy.

The bread that she ate at first, soon became store bought hotdogs and she started to fill least, her belly did. It soon became obvious, that my sweet little kitten was in fact a "bad girl". May 17th, 2012 Mikro and Juno were born.

In Azerbaijan people do not keep pets like cats in dogs. Some richer people in Baku, maybe, but in a village? So my neighbors all thought I was crazy enough having one cat, never mind three. Especially three girls. I vowed to find homes for the kittens once they were big enough.


Named for her size, she is still as snuggly as ever.

The smaller of the two kittens came with me on a road trip, 2.5 hours South to Baku and about 9 hours West to Tovuz. She now resides in a village on the other side of the country with one of my best friends in PC, Annie. 

Last Day all together, before Mikro's road trip to Tovuz

***In response to this blog, Mikro's mama provided this updated photo
Mikro in February 2013

Then there were two...


Quinn started doing her own thing, as all teenagers do, and the animal person that I am could not part with the other kitten.  Quinn comes every morning and every evening for her hotdogs, and on cold or rainy nights she sleeps in the kitchen. Perhaps it was her teenage pregnancy that led her to her independence, but I still get to snuggle with Juno. (whether I like it or not)

While I watch movies...

While I eat my dinner...
Steals my food
While I chop wood for my house... (she watches from above)

Annnnd when I try and sleep...

Winter time sleep...She crawls right in my sleeping bag

Conclusion: Life as a Peace Corps pet has it's advantages. 


  1. Haha this is almost exactly like my cat story as a PCV in Madagascar, although I was forced into getting a cat by my landlord when I complained about the massive rat problem in my house. So I bought Maxwell at the market last May, saved her life when she had not one, but FOUR tapeworms, nursed her to health, and then how does she repay me? She goes sluttin' around at night and became a teenage mother, too-- at not even a year old! Now I am dealing with 4 adorable kittens that I can't bear to part with, but that I know I need to get rid of, because I can't become a cat lady.

    1. Emily - That's what fellow PCV animal enthusiasts are for! ha My friend's were all on standby when I realized my cat was prego. :) I had visions of myself trekking all over the country with a box of kittens, fortunately I only had to do it with one. Good luck with your kittens, I'm sure they're adorable :)

  2. Btw, Mikro's "mom" has a good friend from home currently serving in Madagascar. Her name is Katie Browne, maybe you know her? Small world if you do!


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