Petey Pickle looks like he has a little of the looneyface going on.
Petey and Tony Rocky Picklepuss both have a bit of the loon about them! I think it’s the shape of their faces, and their slightly bulgy eyes.
Mr Magoo looks like he’d feel just like a fleece jacket, he’s so fuzzy 🙂
Tony Rocky Picklepuss Horrific Magoo, Esq. has fur that’s not only short, it’s SUPER short (and conveniently, it’s so short that when he rolls around on his back, you can see every one of his nipples. Which should come in handy for nothing, ever.)(Eight, if you’re curious.) It feels like brushed velvet – I hope it stays that way because it’s so neat and it’s such a pleasure to pet him.
My goodness – has Mr Picklehead himself had a growth spurt? He’s almost starting to look like a normal (if somewhat devilish) kitten!
Drumroll pleeeeeeeeeeease – he now weighs TWO pounds, and TWO ounces! Considering that it wasn’t so very long ago that he was at a slight eight and a half ounces, that’s pretty awesome, isn’t it? The Pickles will be going to be spayed and neutered around the beginning of October (note to self: make the appointment!), so it’s good that he’s over two pounds already.
He’s starting to lengthen, but unlike his siblings, who have their weight pretty well-distributed along their bodies, Picklehead has his weight concentrated in his midsection, and he still has skinny legs. I’m thinking that it’s just the way he’s built.
On the 2011 link, Buster makes an appearance. You say you are going to make him a permanent resident, but he is not listed on the permanent resident list. Did you all find Buster a home? Just curious as to what happened.
We were so excited to have Buster back here with us, and planned 100% to keep him forever and ever. But the problem was that from the minute we brought him home, he was really aggressive toward the other cats. He was especially bad toward Spanky, and Spanky is not only a very peaceful cat, he’s an old guy and couldn’t really stand up for himself. Buster was clearly stressed out by the number of cats in the house, and we both felt that Spanky deserved to have some peace and quiet in his old age. So I took him to Petsmart and made sure that it was clear that he’d probably get along with another cat or two (depending on personality), but he might do best as an only cat.
I took him to Petsmart on October 18th, and he was there for over two months. I got the word – on Christmas Eve, and I am not kidding when I say that it was the BEST CHRISTMAS GIFT EVER – that he had been adopted. He was a Christmas gift for a teenage girl, and he went to a home with a dog and no other cats.
So, he got his happy ending – it just took a while to get there!
Robyn, do you ever have volunteers come to your place to help out?
Nope, I sure don’t. I don’t honestly know what I’d do with volunteers! We manage to get everything done around here that needs doin’ with just the two of us.
There’s a term that is family friendly, if only because most people generally won’t know what you’re talking about: Rectal Haberdasher.
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I believe this phrase will be added to my regular rotation! And if you want to vague it out even more, Gluteal Haberdasher has a nice ring to it.
(I’m also particular to the phrase “guanophrenic.” -Phrenic as in “of or relating to the mind,” and “guano” as in bat… uh… droppings.)
You guys crack me UP!
What’s the oddest behavior of any of your permanents? My Charlie (he’ll be one in October) – well he licks my shower curtain. He sits on the edge of the tub and leans forward and licks the plastic liner and then he chomps on the edge – just bites it over and over – not trying to break it off and eat it, but just bites it – kind of like they do with cardboard sometimes. It cracks me up – my shower curtain just has this little row of kitten teeth perforations.
I couldn’t think of any (which is not to say that there aren’t any, just that I couldn’t think of them!), so I asked Fred. He sent me a list:
Corbie running and hiding in his box when you speak sharply at him (you don’t even have to speak sharply at him – just if he thinks he’s been a bad boy, he runs and gets in his safe spot, the box in the dining room.)
Jake playing fetch (he’ll bring you a toy, howl at you ’til you throw it, then go get it and bring it to you again, howl, etc.)
Spanky walking around the house, singing his song (here’s a video of Spanky singing. Okay, maybe not singing, but answering me when I “talk” to him. He doesn’t do it all that often, but from time to time he gets in the mood to sing, and sing he does!)
Miz Poo sleeping with her eyes open (Miz Poo sleeps with her eyes open sometimes. I don’t really think this qualifies, but I’ll leave it in.)
Newt flinging himself to the ground in front of you when you walk (Newt RUNS to get in front of you, and then throws himself on the floor and rolls around on his back ’til you pet him)
Miss Stinky hating all things cat except Tom Cullen (I don’t think this one really qualifies either, but I’ll leave it in, too)
You have a tag for Da Bird? Hilarious! 😀
I figured, some of the best pictures come when we get Da Bird out, so why not? 🙂
I love the pic of the Terrible Pickle on his heels. Is his belly still like a little bowling ball?
His belly is less like a bowling ball and more like a baseball these days. It’s hard and round, but it’s getting smaller!
Petey’s insistence of sitting in your food made me think about the two kittens we got a couple months ago. Every time I clean the litter boxes they have to see what I’m doing. They climb in the boxes or sit on top (there’s a lid on each of them) and either try to sniff each and every scoop or they’ll actually do their business right then and there or swipe at the scoop or some variation of the three. I’ve figured out that if I wait to scoop while they’re having one of their meals (they’re fed on a schedule rather than free feeding) then I can usually get it done before they’re done. If they hoover their food down and finish before I do they come running to see what I’m doing and end up finding themselves locked in the bathroom or bedroom until I’m done. And then of course they howl their little heads off the whole time because oh my goodness they just can’t handle the separation! A few times while having to deal with the little devils I’ve wondered how you handle it having so many more around than me. Or if you’re just luckily and they stay away while cleaning, if so I’m sooo jealous.
I have to distract the kittens with food (they get morning and evening snacks consisting of canned food) to scoop the litter boxes in peace. In the past I’ve had to grab kittens out of the litter box with one hand and scoop with the other, just to get the job done. With them distracted by food, I can scoop and get out of there before they realize I’ve done it. On the occasion when I scoop in the middle of the day, they think it’s the BEST GAME EVER. Drives me nuts!
I never have any problems with the adult cats trying to get involved when I’m scooping, but very often one of them will wait patiently while I scoop, then jump in and use the litter box immediately afterward. I usually stand and wait for them to finish, and then scoop THAT as well.
You gotta check this out! There’s a making of-video too.
I have SO got to make a box maze tower for our cats!
I just showed my son Dandelion’s picture. We had to look up what dandelions look like and realized that they’re what my son used to call (and still does, even just now as we were arguing what dandelions look like before we looked it up) “wishing flowers”. When we went for walks around the neighborhood, he’d pick all the “wishing flowers” and blow on them. Even the more reason to adopt your Dandelion! 🙂
Definitely an excellent reason! Only, unlike the flower, Dandelion the Kitten won’t reproduce a zillion little Dandelions all over the place. 🙂
Look what I found! Sounds like Alice and Stinkerbelle do know each other after all.
(From June 11th) : Stinkerbelle’s been spending more time hanging out in various places through the house other than her usual spot atop the kitchen cabinets. The other day I was watching TV and Alice came into the room. She sat in the center of the rug and kept looking toward the doorway. A few moments later, Stinkerbelle RAN into the room at top speed. She and Alice had a slap fight, and then Stinkerbelle ran back out of the room. I’m not sure what that was about, but it was funny to witness.
I had completely forgotten about that! I swear, I couldn’t remember Stinkerbelle or Alice ever interacting, and then I read that and was like “Oh, okay. I guess they DO know each other!” I swear, some days I’m amazed I can even remember my NAME.
We refer to the whisker marking as “schnouting”.
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Whisker marking! In our house, it’s called “making nice,” from the southern way of telling a child to behave or hug & kiss someone.
Love these!
I’ve been negligent with my blog reading and just catching up to the fact that you have two litters of kittens right now! Did the Weeds test positive for FIV or is their mother FIV? We took in a foster last year who tested positive for FIV at 8 weeks. We had him retested at 6 months and he tested negative. Vet said the mother antibodies stay in their system until at least that long so never go by a test that early. Also it’s not really contagious to the other cats, it would require a deep puncture bite. My brother has 3 cats, one is FIV positive and the other two are perfectly fine and 3 different vets told him it wouldn’t be an issue. His cats are already inside cats so its no change from what he would do anyway but the vet told him to not let the cats outside as it would make the kitty more vulnerable to colds and respiratory infections.
Their mother is FIV positive; they tested positive when first tested, but we’ll be retesting again in a few weeks (and then a few months after that, and so on, until we get a negative result – which I am completely expecting.)
This is our third litter who has tested positive for FIV – the Wonkas and the Bookworms were initially positive and then eventually tested negative – and I’m sure the Weeds will do so as well.
In the last couple years my household went from 3 cats to 1. One passed away of old age and one of cancer. Eventually I will be adopting again. In the past my cats have come from the humane society. I have heard about Hannah Pet Adoptions and wondered if you have have heard anything good/bad about them? Or is a pet insurance plan the way to go? I can’t imagine a life without animals but in this economy pet care is so expensive. I own my own house in the city but veterinary costs will determine how many cats I own. I would love your opinion about this. Thanks!
We actually don’t have insurance on the cats, so I’m going to throw this question out to the readers – who out there has pet insurance, and do you recommend it? I’d love to hear opinions on the topic!
Oh, Petey. I love you so, but if you try to climb up my back when I’m sitting at my desk minding my own business ONE MORE TIME, I swear. I will torture you with kisses.
King Magoo in the sun.
Bath time for Polly.
Magoo’s all “::SIGH:: Here we go AGAIN. What up with my siblings and their need to try to rip my throat out?”
The look of Evil Planning.
Somebody’s always biting someone else, up in this house.
Petey and the Ears of Annoyance.
“Listen, Petey Pickle. You come over here and jump on King Magoo ONE more time, I keel you.”
Magoo always makes good on his promises. Or tries to, anyway.
::thlurp::
Praying to the feather teaser.
“::sigh:: I sure wish I had that feather teaser. My life is so sad, I have nothing but the feather teaser to dream of one day having for myself…” Yeah, yeah, sad little drama queen.
Eye on the prize.
She is SUCH a pretty girl.
Thistle, keeping an eye on Purslane.
She shoots! She scores! ::crowd goes wild!::
Clearly I cannot stop taking pictures of little miss blue eyes.
“What?”
Corbie, you are the most beautiful boy ever.
“Well, DUH.”
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Previously
2011: “I have had enough of your picture-taking shenanigans, lady. PET ME.”
2010: Corby and Reacher are pretty sure that if they’re under the foliage, you can’t see them, and thus you can’t yell at them to get inside.
2009: Feeling smug about his conquering of the cat tower cubby.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Maddy sadly contemplates the vast expanse of my thigh. How will she ever cross it and reach freedom?!
2005: I sure hope they get adopted together.