Oh, sorry. You wanted to sit here, didn’t you?
Portia and Puck, the chaircats of the bored. … Read more
Portia and Puck, the chaircats of the bored. … Read more
Aren’t they so pretty and fluffy?
And hasn’t Maria gotten FAT? I mean, she’s bigger than Portia! She’s almost as big as Olivia!
(You’re asking “What? Almost a month without any bloggery and this is all you have to show for it?” There’s a lot more to tell, just stick around… I’m about to have plenty of time for the telling.)… Read more
Look again… there are five.
Clockwise from top left: Olivia, Portia, Oberon, Puck, Maria. … Read more
Constantly trying to run out the door and then constantly getting cornered and chased back to the house by a big slobbering puppy is hard work. Really takes it out of a guy. … Read more
A couple of weeks ago:
Today:
She’s fought off an infection, taken up eating like there’s no tomorrow, and gotten comfortable enough in her new surroundings to slow down and worry about previously trivial stuff like grooming. All in two weeks.
Oh, and she’s decided that Portia’s her buddy.
Not bad for two weeks. It hasn’t been easy on her by any means; a week ago I thought we were going to lose her to the infection. But now she’s safe, getting healthier, and now she can get to the good stuff – just being a happy housecat.
I can’t save them all though. Spay and neuter your pets, folks. There’s only so much space at my place – I have almost twice as many cats now as I’ve ever had at any one time, because we’ve taken in two rambunctious rescue kittens this year alone (plus a puppy who’s now about the size of a compact car). For every Portia and every Maria that we manage to take in, there’s a lot more who simply don’t make it, and there’s no need for that.… Read more
For the third time since the beginning of 2011, the Tail Waggin’ Mail Wagon has unexpectedly brought home a new face on four legs. This one, though, must have a pretty sad story.
This is a female kitten who almost got herself run over today during my wife’s mail route. She’s skin and bones – you can feel every vertebra, every rib, every bite she’s suffered being out on her own. She was pretty dehydrated. She’s done nothing but sleep, occasionally coming up for air to eat for a bit, since she got here.
She looks like she might be some distant relative of Olivia (for right now, I’ve given her the name Maria – i.e. Olivia’s maid in Twelfth Night – because everyone should have a name). More likely she’s barely survived being part of a litter of kittens dumped somewhere in Crawford County. She has no basic cat socialization skills. She hisses at everyone. She’s pretty skittish around people. She’s had it rough.
Portia seems especially defensive about another new kitten in the house, especially since Portia was a bad kitty today and pretty much destroyed a computer I was getting ready for an OVGE display piece. The more mature cats are giving her a wide berth – they know the drill by now. (This is cat #5. Out of those five, we have only one humane society cat. The rest are adopted strays.) The new kitty ought to feel pretty safe – her bunkmate in the kennel beneath her knows how to deal with the other cats.
We really need to find a home for this one. Four cats plus two dogs is stretching things pretty thin; a fifth cat, especially one who potentially has special needs (she may not be suited to a multi-pet household), is potentially a back-breaker. Get in touch with me if you’re local and would like to give this poor kid a peaceful forever home.… Read more
This dropped a heap of gigantic hail on my house a while ago (thanks so much for that, by the way).
As promised, though it took long enough to finally happen, my replacement Sylvania tablet arrived last week. Though I gather the company has already discontinued the item (my guess: they wanted to cash in in time for Black Friday 2010, and then they beat a hasty retreat when stuff like the Motorola Xoom started peeking over the horizon), this is a slightly newer model, upgraded to Android 2.2. Ahead of the new machine’s arrival, I invested in a couple of modest extras for the anticipated replacement. … Read more
You may remember this photo from this post in 2007 – the “O” series:
From left to right, oldest to youngest: Othello, Oberon, Olivia.
The other day, I got this photo of the “P” series in the same window:
“O” cats = Othello and his trainees.
“P” cats = post-Othello: Puck and his trainee(s).
(this blog post typed with Portia sitting on the mousepad)… Read more