Do you guys remember Macushla? Those of you who started reading this site in the last year, this was Macushla:
Macushla was one of Maggie’s babies, and he was beaaaaaaaautiful (Kar used to say he had supermodel cheekbones! Heh.). I got an email yesterday from Kristy, who said:
We adopted Macushla about a year ago, and I thought you might like to see what a big boy he is now. He has been such a wonderful addition to our family.
With Kristy’s permission, here’s Macushla today, with his BFF Aubie.
Didn’t he grow up to be absolutely gorgeous? I LOVE seeing pictures of my fosters all grown up, and happy! (Thanks, Kristy!)
I am sad to report that Russet and Norland’s eyes have changed from blue to green. Awwww.
They’re still beautiful boys, though.
If they could just figure out a way to chill out.
SO stressed out.
Take Valiums or something, you guys. Sheesh.
Kennebec was all “Rawr! I am big and scary!” and Cicero was like “Yeah? Tell me more!”
“I am terrifying! And you are scared of me!”, said Kennebec.
“Well, that’s interesting. What’s “scared”?”, said Cicero.
“Scared is when you run away crying like a little bi- uh, I mean baby.”
“Like this? Help! Help! I am but a wee kitteh and that big scary kitteh is scaring me!”?
“I KEEL YOU.”
“BABY STOMPERS NOT SKEERED OF YOU.”
And then Kennebec went to hide under the hammock while Cap’n Floof (aka Russet) was all “What’s going on here?”
Would you like to see Stompers in action? Here you go, here’s a video of him being so cute that after I watched it just now I had to go pick him up and kiss his little monkey face.
So, the story with the new Momcat and her kittens is that they were dumped off at a local area business. At least they were in a carrier, right? EXCEPT that after the (insert descriptive word of your choice) dumped them at the local area business, they opened the carrier. It could have been a very bad scene, except that Momcat is a good mother, and she stayed with her babies so that no one went wandering off.
The babies are in good shape, weight-wise, but their eyes are goopy and one of the orange tabbies has a particularly bad eye. I’m putting ointment in them and they’re improving. Momcat is absolutely skin and bones, and I’m giving her extra snacks several times a day. So that she can actually get some food into her, I’m feeding her up off the floor because otherwise the kittens would be all over that food.
Momcat has some nasty scabs on her back. The vet believes that they’re from being burned by the hot underside of a car engine or something similar. They’re healing well, but slowly.
She is an absolute angel. She loves to be petted, she’s super friendly and sweet, she keeps a close eye on her boys. She lets them totally take advantage of her, and doesn’t complain about it at all.
Her boys are absolute hellions, and I mean that in the nicest way. They scream at me until I sit down, and then they climb all over me, digging their sharp little claws into me. Then they catch sight of their momma and they think “I haven’t eaten in at LEAST thirty seconds! Momma! Momma! I AM STARVING!” and they gang up on her and take her down in mere seconds. She totally puts up with it, and did I mention what an angel she is? She totally is. She’s an angel, they’re little demons. It’s like a Dan Brown novel in there.
Now, for the introductions.
Momma’s name is Brandywine.
Here are Caspian and Wellington (don’t ask me which is which – I have no idea. I am in the process of getting colored collars for them.)
Sungold.
Dingwall Scotty (who is black, but has white on him, though you can’t tell from this picture).
And Mr. Stripey.
Did I mention that Brandywine is an absolute angel?
In case you hadn’t guessed, they’re all named after varieties of tomatoes, and will be known collectively as the ‘Maters. Thank you to SC Amy, who suggested it a few weeks ago!
Also, interestingly, I just added their names to my spreadsheet of fosters, and found that I am now at 186 cats fostered – and 100 of them were males.
I’m thinking I very well might possibly hit the 200 mark this year!
Just in case you felt that there wasn’t quite enough orange tabbiness in this entry. Sugarbutt was my very first orange tabby foster, almost 7 years ago. (He had a brother, Smitty, who looked almost exactly like him.)
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Previously
2011: He was an absolute sweetheart and we are all the better for knowing him, even if only for a short time.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: They’re also a little more willing to bite my face.
2007: Disapproves of “this Koontz fellow.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.