The picture of “Flash” Magoo and Jake made me laugh! Then the look on Jake’s face got me humming the song “The Streak”… I can hear him saying “Don’t look Ethel!!” :-0
HA!
My dad was in basic training with a guy named Donald Ignatius Schubkegel III. (I hope he doesn’t have a google alert set up…) The stories we heard about good ol’ Donald Ignatius Schubkegel III! And it was never “Don” or “Schubkegel” or “Shubby” or “Number 3,” it was always “Donald Ignatius Schubkegel III.” I asked about him the other day, in fact – wondering if he was real or one of those people parents sometimes make up to make their lame, 20-years-out-of-date jokes sound relevant – and was assured that yes, Donald Ignatius Schubkegel III was a real person, and really did all those things. So he’s who I think of whenever I hear a “the third.”
Is it just me, or would Donald Ignatius Schubkegel III be an excellent kitten name?
And does Magoo have white furs scattered in his black?
Magoo has a LOT of white furs on his back. And to make it interesting, his white furs are a teeny bit longer than his black furs, so he looks “frosted.” It’s really neat!
I am going to have to go out on a limb here and say that I bet your dining room table is NEVER used for eating…just cat sleeping! 🙂
Once a year on Christmas Eve, we clear off (and wipe down) the table, and Fred’s family comes over for brunch and we use it as a dining room table. The rest of the year, it’s covered in cat beds and laundry and used as a catch-all/ cat lounge!
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you’ve got to see that kitten!!
What a CUTIE!
A new LOL!
Ha!
Tiny question regarding my tiny Oreo-why when she was cuddling with me did she want to lick my neck? Is this just kitty kisses or is this weird? I found it odd after a bit.
She’s grooming you! Now you have to lick her back, y’know. 😉
13 perms! LOL!!! Not judging, just thinking that you need a few Roombas! 🙂
I am hoping that that permanent resident number will NEVER go any higher! Isn’t it ridiculous?
I actually used to have a Roomba, but decided that the Roomba never did as good a job as I could do myself with the vacuum, so the Roomba found another home. I SHOULD vacuum every day, but I usually only do it 3 – 4 times a week (and the downstairs gets vacuumed more than the upstairs does).
By the way, I’m on my 5th visit today just to look at the Maxi-Jake post again. It looks like you have quite a few stalker-stalkee duos in your flock! Jake-Maxi, Stinkerbelle-Tommy… Who else?
Elwood/ Jake and Kara! They’re always trying to rub on her. Sometimes she allows it, sometimes she’s had enough of their shenanigans and smacks them if they get too close.
A friend of mine on FB, who also fosters, wrote: “…there’s a little something I do when raising kittens. I clip their
claws from a very young age. As most of the people who have adopted from me have seen, I often will clip their claws on adoption day, in front of their new families, to show how chill they usually are about it. Even when they’re in play mode (not the preferred time to clip, but still doable) they’ll acquiesce. This can be HUGE for making sure they’re good
companion animals who will never tempt someone to declaw!” Obviously you don’t meet the adopters but do you do clip your kittens’ claws too?
The more you handle kittens and do stuff to them (clip their claws, clean their ears, give them baths), the more they’ll be accustomed to it, and put up less of a fuss as they get older (well, maybe not so much with the baths!). At this point, I’ve had to clean the Weeds girls’s ears so often that I can pick them up and put them on the counter, and they just sit there and let me do my thing. They don’t like it, but they’ll sit still for it.
I keep the kittens’ claws trimmed, and try to remember to look their claws over once a week and clip the ones that need it. That’s another thing that they don’t care for, but they’ll put up with it (especially because it’s usually over before they know it.)
Hey Robyn – this web comic today made me think of you. 😉
I get to do that every day, practically. Only instead of a box, I climb onto the couch and then the kittens join me. Yesterday I had 7 kittens laying on me while I played Words With Friends on my iPod Touch. It was fun ’til they started fighting, and then I had to kick them off me.
Man, Jake doesn’t even try to be cool, does he?
That boy wears his loony heart on his sleeve.
There are still Maters at Petsmart for the same reason there are still Washingtons at Petco. People are clueless. I almost don’t want to take the Adams kittens when they’re cleared… they’re so much teenier and “cuter” that my older babes might not stand a chance. Breaks my heart. 🙁
Whenever I have fosters at Petsmart who have been there a while and then I go by to check on them and find that there are cute little bitty kittens sucking up the attention, I’m like “NOOOOOOOOOO!” But all of my fosters have (eventually) been adopted, so I fully believe that the ‘Maters will, too. It just takes time sometimes!
Speaking of the ‘Maters, Lisa (who did the adoption) posted this on Facebook about Wellington’s adoption:
I was too tired to get online last night to post more about Wellington. His new mom came first. She and I were in the cat room for a long time and she immediately wanted to see the maters. So I sprung them and Wellington zeroed in on her right away. She was crouched down and he hopped right in her lap. Smart boy. The others were off playing, but he kept going back to her. She looked at some of the others while we were waiting for her husband, but when he got there she told him about Wellington. Wellington took about 30 seconds before his new daddy was wrapped around his little paws. His daddy was holding him and the look on that little kittens face was so sweet. They have a white cat named Albus (a former CHI cat we called Birch) who has his own cat tree so he could have his own space and they talked about getting Wellington his own tree, too. I think they might even keep his name.
He KNEW they were meant to be his people!
Robyn, my cousin just sent me an alarming email re: toxoplasmosis and learning disabilities, etc. Have u come across any data re:?
I said: Is that regarding kids whose mothers are exposed to toxoplasmosis while they’re pregnant? Because I know about that as well as the recent scary link (sup-POSE-dly) between toxoplasmosis and rates of suicide. I’m not terribly worried about it for myself, since at this point I probably have it or don’t – though I’m very careful about washing my hands after scooping!
And Connie added: re: toxo
Cats excrete the pathogen in their feces for a number of weeks after contracting the disease, generally by eating an infected rodent. Even then, cat faeces are not generally contagious for the first day or two after excretion, after which the cyst ‘ripens’ and becomes potentially pathogenic.
You are much more likely to get toxo through the other ways, eating under cooked meat, digging in dirt, etc.
Also, there’s a good link about it here!
There is nothing I love more than seeing a cat/kitten with their front paws tucked under their chest. The perfect little loaf, just as Dandelion at the top of the stairs.
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“The perfect little loaf”, I love that. I refer to that position as the “meatloaf” or the “mama hen”. My friend, whose cat is a brown tabby, calls it the “beaver hat” pose.
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When we had carpet in our house (tile and wood now), we called the cats who did this “carpet ducks.” Because they looked like ducks on the surface of a pond, and you could imagine their little paws paddling away beneath.
We’ve always called it “cat meatloaf”, but I LOVE “beaver hat” and “carpet ducks”!
I’m sure you’ve mentioned this before, but what happens with all the boy roosters? Don’t they fight with each other a lot?
When they get to the age where they start fighting each other, they grab their swim trunks and beach towels and go off to freezer camp. 🙂
Any idea what kind of spider that is? Every year around Halloween season a spider like that one shows up at our house. We call it “arana naranja” (with a ~ over the N in arana; it’s Spanish for orange spider). This year she decided to spin her web right in the middle of the walkway to our front door. Luckily we enter through the garage because if I walked into that web and felt that spider on me I’d freak out and go into shock!
I have NO idea what kind of spider that is! Fred refers to it as a “garden spider”, which is a pretty generic name. I’ve looked around online a little, and I’m thinking it’s some sort of Orb Weaver, but it’s colored differently. If I walked through a web and found a spider that size anywhere on me, it’s the last thing I’d do, because I’d die immediately of a massive heart attack.
Speaking of spiders, I never shared these three pictures – one, two, three – from June, when we found a wolf spider in the front room, eating a wasp. It was very very creepy and very very cool. Go look at the pictures at your own risk!
Sweet Miss Purslane is worried. You worry her.
She’s worried that Joe Pickle is misbehaving. He’s a bad boy. She’s worried and disapproving.
Thistle, keeping an eye on… something. Maybe Bad Joe Pickle.
Three Weeds on the stairs, two of whom are refusing to look my way.
::POKE::
Little floofy blue eyes.
Check out the crazy eyes!
Petey and Magoo.
Bath time!
Petey would like you to know that he is beautiful.
Magoo in a box o’ paper. That is the exact same box o’ paper that Fianna loved so much. I’ve had to add paper to it, of course. It’s very popular; I’m just surprised that no one has peed or vomited in it. YET.
Joe, checking out the step ladder.
Are you ready for the MOST! BEAUTIFUL! BOY! EVER!?
You should probably be sitting for this kind of gorgeous.
Rough life, Corbie.
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Previously
2011: “Let the party begin, I HAVE ARRIVED!”
2010: Nothing cuter than a disgusted cat, unless it’s a hissing kitten.
2009: “Oh WOE, I am lost, someone please save me!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Those are some awesome Crazy Eyes there on the left.
2006: But this is the ONLY position she’ll take her bottle in, standing on her back legs with her back against me.
2005: Hey. Did you SEE the Best. Picture. Ever.?