Thought of you, Robyn, when I saw this photo of a Cat Lady Tree, ready for harvest.
I must be doing something wrong, my cat tree isn’t ready for harvest yet. Should I water? Does it need more fertilizer?
(Oh, wait. It produces its OWN fertilizer, doesn’t it?)
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Wanted to tell you I tried using those windshield reflectors underneath a blanket as a self-heating cat bed. Worked great! At first, my two indoor cats (on sun porch with heating lamp at night) were a bit hesitant about the crinkly noise, but when we hit the 30s, they quickly adapted!
I’m going to buy more for the outside cats so they can enjoy a bit of warmth in their quarters. BTW, you can get those windshield reflectors at Dollar Tree for a buck apiece, so that goes a long way toward making cat beds.
Awesome! I have a windshield reflector now, I just need to make beds out of it.
Although, Rachael emailed and told me that she wanted to test the idea first before she cut up a reflector, so she put the whole reflector under a blanket on the couch, and her kitties approved. Maybe I should just do that instead of making beds.
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Oh my gosh! Jake can curl his tail into a little circle!!! More looney-ness! Love it!
In case anyone missed it, here it is again:
That Jake is a multi-talented fellow, no?
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I am curious about the headphones that are hanging off the pagoda in every shot. What gives? 😀
There’s a recliner in the corner of the guest room, where Fred sits and writes on his laptop. When I watch TV in the living room (which is the only room in the house with a TV)(OH THE HUMANITY), it distracts him, so he puts the headphones on so he can’t hear the noise of the TV.
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We have that exact same throw downstairs, and a beige heated throw upstairs on our bed. My husband will walk in and see my two cats snuggled up on the throw, curled up, paws intermingled, totally blissfully asleep and he’ll holler to me wherever I am, “You’re baking them, aren’t you???” I call those blankets “cat traps”. They’re like the flypaper of the cat world.
At night, when I get on the couch, I have to move them off the blanket. (They will sleep on it if it’s on or off, because they know that SOMETIMES it gets magically warm.) They’ll grudgingly move off and go get food, and then I’ll drape it over me and yell after them, “Oh BOOOOYS! Mom’s got the blue blanket on for you!” That brings them back in a hurry, whereupon they stick themselves like velcro to me all night. It’s delightful.
Had to add photos.
This is Ray, nested under the throw (Ella our dog looks on dejectedly in the background).
This is Frank in the other throw, making what I like to call a “purrito”.
I love this so very much (and am glad I’m not the only sucker who turns on the electric throw for the cats!)
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So, it just occurred to me that you only had 3 permanent residents at the time???? What a ridiculous notion!!
This is regarding when we had Maddy as our foster. At the time, we actually had six cats – Spot, Spanky, Mister Boogers, Miz Poo, Tommy, and Sugarbutt!
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I just wanted to share this sundance short I found on the dangers of catnip lol…
I love that video – it’s so well done!
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Do you read the Bobcats over at The Oatmeal? Because if you don’t, you totally should after the whole boss/tie thing – I think you would enjoy it!
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Robyn, you (and any other cat lovers here,) NEED to get the book “How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill you.” Bob Cats are in there and it’s HYSTERICAL!!
I do read the Bobcats (and LOVE them!), but for some reason I didn’t realize there was a book. Or maybe I did know and forgot. I’ll be getting that ASAP, believe me!
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Um. Excuse me?
“Yeah?”
Have we met? You look familiar.
“Of COURSE we’ve met, lady. I’m offended that you don’t remember. How could you forget this beautiful face, these gorgeous stripes?”
“I did some of my growing-up in this room! It’s me! Maybe this pose will jog your memory…”
KENNEBEC!
That’s right, folks, it’s Kennebec. You might remember him as one of the Taters, who was here last Summer with his sisters, Fianna and Agata, as well as Norland (General Grumpy) and Russet (Cap’n Floofy), and the fabulous Stompers.
Well, Kennebec was adopted back in the middle of August along with another Challenger’s House cat, who wasn’t one of my fosters (more on her in a bit). Earlier this week, he and his sister were returned due to a move. When cats are returned to Challenger’s House, it’s policy that they be retested for FeLV and FIV, so even though there was room at Petsmart, they needed to be retested first. Since I had the room, they came here. In fact, I picked them up Tuesday evening when I dropped off the Beans.
Along with Kennebec came Mercury.
“Hallo.”
I mentioned Norland (General Grumpy) and Russet (Cap’n Floof) up there, as two of the Taters bunch. Here are pictures to refresh your memory.
Norland
Russet
So, Mercury was actually from the same litter as Norland and Russet. Their litter of six was found in the middle of the road. Three of the litter – including Mercury – were fostered by another Challenger’s House foster family. One of the kittens was adopted. And Norland and Russet came to us. And then Mercury and Kennebec were at Petsmart at the same time and were adopted together.
Pictures do not do this pretty girl justice.
The original plan was that I would keep Kennebec and Mercury here for a couple of days, take them for their testing, and then take them to Petsmart tomorrow. The only problem? Mercury wouldn’t eat. Would NOT eat. I asked Susan to call their former owner and find out what they’d been feeding the cats. I wasn’t able to find the exact kind of food at our local grocery store, and Mercury was just NOT eating. So I told Susan that I’d keep them here over the weekend, at least, and keep an eye on her.
She wasn’t eating, she was acting excited when I’d open a can of cat food, she’d run over and sniff at the food, then walk away. Oh, was this driving me a little bit crazy, you think?
It was Fred’s opinion that she HAD to be eating. The bowls of food didn’t look like they’d been touched, but she was so curious and bright-eyed, and NOT in distress that maybe she was eating so neatly that we didn’t realize it?
Finally, yesterday afternoon, I saw her take a couple of bites of food. THANK GOD. And I’ve got to say – she’s a REALLY neat eater. The bowls she’d eaten from didn’t look like they’d been touched at all.
“I’m a LAYDEE.”
So I decided to keep them both here with me until next Friday (February 2nd), just to keep an eye on them and make sure all is as it should be. This is a terrible inconvenience to me, as I’m sure you can guess. To have to go into the foster room and give snuggles to the friendliest boycat in the universe? Oh, the AGONY.
I just love her stripes.
Mercury’s a little more skittish and nervous than he is, but she’s decided we’re not so bad, and so when I walk into the room, they both stampede over to me for love.
They’re both about nine months old – she’s a couple of weeks older than he is – and I have hope that there’s a happy ending for them both right around the corner.
So for the next week, we get to just hang out and enjoy these two!
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I love that Corbs.
I love his beautiful eyes and his big ol’ ears and the pretty “M” on his forehead.
Just love love love da Corbs.
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Previously
2012: Alice Mo fumes.
2011: She sure puts up with a lot from Fred.
2010: That’s okay, we’ve got plenty of time.
2009: No entry.
2008: We are not keeping him, so you can shut up about that.
2007: “Sponge,” I said. “What IS your problem?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.