I left the house yesterday morning to do an errand, and when I got back, I went into the guest bedroom, where Batman and Robin are currently residing. Batman was hanging out on the cat tree, all “Here are my nipples and also, ‘sup?”
So I showed him what was up.
I showed him Kennebec.
And I showed him Baby Beans and Mercury.
Don’t go getting all excited, y’all. Petsmart is undergoing a renovation, and as part of their renovating, they’re repainting the cat room. Obviously the cats can’t stay in their cages while the painting is going on, so Mercury, Kennebec, and Baby Beans are back here until Friday morning.
I was going to let the three of them have the run of the house for the two days while they’re here, but I prefer to make sure the fosters are shut away at night – it gives the permanent residents a bit of a break – so I decided to put them in with Batman and Robin.
The introduction went fine, as I expected it would.
Kennebec was all “This place seems familiar.”
Then he got sniffy with Batman’s back end.
Which Batman did not appreciate and he gave Kennebec a Look.
Kennebec went to the floor immediately and said “I’m sorry, Batman!”
“No offense, Mister Superhero.”
Mercury kept sniffing Baby Beans and then hissing at him. Baby Beans just looked at her like “What is your ISSUE, lady?”
I think she was showing the only cat in the room who’s smaller than she is, who the boss was.
He was not impressed.
When Fred got home from work, he opened the door and let all five cats out into the house. Baby Beans made a beeline for the kitchen, where he hung out, giving me the big, hopeful eyes. Kennebec ran upstairs and flopped down on my bed. Mercury jumped up on top of the kitchen cabinets, then raced up and down the stairs. Batman and Robin said “We’ll just hang out in here, thanks!” and stayed in the guest bedroom.
It wouldn’t work in the long term – that’s just too many fully grown cats to add to the temporary population – but for a couple of days it should be okay. I’m not looking forward to putting the three of them back into carriers and driving them to Petsmart tomorrow morning. Kennebec and Mercury have got some VOLUME in those lungs. They howled all the way home yesterday; I’m sure they’ll howl all the way back to the store tomorrow.
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Keeping an eye on the feather teaser.
She is just so purty.
Yesterday she climbed into my lap and ended up on her back. I tried to sneak a feel of her belly, but she was NOT having it. I had to dump her out of my lap to show her that she couldn’t be grabbing and biting my hand like that. Of the brief moment I touched her belly, it felt firm to me.
A couple of people asked if she’d been checked out at the vet’s office. She was – in fact, the woman who turned her over to Challenger’s House dropped her off at the vet Challenger’s House uses so that she could be tested before she went to the shelter or into foster care. It was while they were looking for a spay scar or a tattoo (indicating she’d been spayed) that the vet tech realized she was pregnant.
Could it be another Maura situation? It could be – but I’m inclined to believe the vet tech. Of course, that could just be because I REALLY hope she’s pregnant, too! Only time will tell for sure.
Speaking of The Maura Situation – if by some chance it should turn out that Lilybet was faking it all along (like Maura, as described in this post), then I will take the names of everyone who entered the Royals naming pool, put their name in a hat once for each time they entered, and then draw a name. The winner will get to name a kitten from my next litter. So even if Lilybet is pulling the wool over our eyes, SOMEONE will still get to name a kitten!
Silly girl.
“Hey lady, why don’t you come touch my belly again?”
“It’ll only hurt a little bit!”
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Alice Mo, keeping an eye on the birds.
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Previously
2012: Everett takes a break from jumping to show the correct waltzing form.
2011: Alice and Rhyme were both adopted on Saturday!
2010: Ouiser ultimately got the upper hand, and Drum ran for his life!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: She became entirely liquid somehow, and flowed through my fingers and across the room, ending up under the bed.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.