You haven’t mentioned Toasty the Rooster in awhile. Is he still on this mortal plane?
Toasty the Rooster packed his bags and headed for Freezer Camp last Saturday night, actually. He was a good rooster and did a decent job of keeping the hens protected, but we very much needed to get some new blood into the flock, so it was his time to shuffle off to camp.
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I’ve been meaning to ask, what kind of noise does Sheriff Mama make when you’re on the wrong side of the fence? My hubs and I like to sit on our swing outside, which happens to be within view of the front door. My cat sits on the other side of the door the whole time we’re out there, making the most pitiful, mournful meows because she’s not out there with me. Or because I’m not inside with her. But you make it sound more like Sheriff Mama is yelling at you.
It’s a squeaky meow, but she looks so intense while she’s doing it, that we KNOW she’s not kidding! Here’s what her meow sounds like:
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Sheriff Mama certainly seems to have the law-woman’s evil eye down pat. She sees what you’re doing and doesn’t like it one bit! I’m also amazed that she’s so light. Who is your heaviest cat out of all the permanent residents?
I suspected it was Newt, and a check of my notebook (I don’t weigh the cats all that often, but I try to do it about every three months or so, just to make sure they haven’t suddenly lost or gained a lot of weight. If I think they’re looking thinner than usual, I’ll do a quick check, too.) shows that I’m right. When I weighed Newt in July he weighed in at almost 14 1/2 pounds. Except for Kara (8 pounds, 2 ounces), Maxi (9 pounds, 2 ounces), and Miz Poo (9 pounds, 8 ounces), all the other cats weigh between 10 and 12 pounds. Of course, I have ZERO clue how much Stinkerbelle weighs, because I like my face attached to my body, so I don’t weigh her, handle her, or really do anything but occasionally pat her gently. I’d say that she probably doesn’t weigh more than 9 pounds, but that’s a total guess on my part.
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So does Dr. Melfi request that she be called by her title, or can I call her Melly for short?
You can call her anything you want, just don’t call her late for dinner! 😉 (I think Melly is a cute nickname – I’ve been calling her Melfi, Melferelli, Melf, Mouth.)
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BTW, is it me or do Silvio’s front paws look HUGE. Especially compared to his sisters.
I agree, I think he’s got some big mitts there, and he’s going to be a big boy. Or a clown!
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There’s a guy on Twitter, Adam Ellis, who’s doing a “#tinyhats4cats” thing. The cat who models the hats only has three legs, so some of us theorize that Maxwell (the cat) sits patiently and models the hats because it’s easier than running away. Anyway, it’s totally adorable and really creative. (Robyn, I see you’re already following him so you’ve probably seen it.) But I think the flowers are cuter. (c:
I LOVE Adam Ellis – I thought he was awesome before he got kittens, and now I think he’s awesome x 1,000. Also, he’s the one who put together the Buzzfeed article last week with one of my pictures at the top, so clearly he secretly (in fact, it’s probably so secret he doesn’t even know it himself) thinks I am awesome as well.
Also, I love his Derpy Portraits. I think Jake looks like he’s been real-life derped.
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Question: these kittehs and their mama look so different to me than the other litters/cats you’ve fostered, and it’s definitely the shape of their faces. They’re so triangular and Livia’s got those big ears like an Abyssinian. Is it just me or is this bunch kind of unusual?
I don’t notice it so much in the kittens, but I definitely notice it in Livia – her face is so exotic looking, I’ve wondered what breeds are in her background. Someone suggested – and they might be right – that Livia has some Oriental in her heritage.
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Is that formerly skinny Maggie, she who was regularly taken down by hordes of kittens, like unto a zombie attack? It’s so wonderful to see her looking plump and spoiled!
That is, indeed, the one and same Maggie. And for your viewing pleasure, here’s the video of Maggie being taken down not only by her own kittens, but I see a Spice Girl or two in there as well.
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Azaleas blooming in October?
We have Encore Azaleas, so they bloom in the spring and again in the fall. Also, we’re in Alabama. It’s the beginning of October and it’s STILL so freakin’ warm and humid out there that it’s making me long for the frigid (relatively speaking) days of January.
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Robyn, I have to know… At this stage in life, do kitten ears smell like marshmallow fluff? I just want to rub my nose on their cute little heads!
They smell like boiled peanuts! Which is more appealing than it sounds. 🙂
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Has anyone had any experience with using a catbib? Specifically for preventing the catching of chipmunks, birds don’t seem to be a problem. I live in CT and we have stone walls along the property–it’s chipmunk heaven. I’ve been trying to keep my kitty in as much as possible, but I’ve also got two new kittens and the older one gets kind of aggressive if she doesn’t get an hour or so of outdoor time. She hasn’t killed any that I know of, but she brings them to the back door and if I don’t realize that she has one in her mouth, I suddenly have a frightened chipmunk running around the house.
Back in April, Robin in Idaho posted in the comments that she’d had pretty good luck with the Catbib – you can see her comment here.
PS: I would theoretically like to have a chipmunk as a pet because they are SO CUTE.
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Question Robyn, when you see this sea of fuzzy, furry little faces and teeny feet, how do you decide who to kiss first?
I just grab whoever’s closest and get to kissin’.
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I may be late to the party on this, but I just found out that Maru now has a little sister, Hana! Check out lovemeow.com for super cute photos and video.
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It’s never too late to party with Maru! And Hana is just adorable.
Also, just for the folks who want to see the original Japanese blog, here it is.
I love Maru and Hana!
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Pouty Silvio.
Sleepy Adriana.
Tony woke up, toddled over to me, and leaned against my leg, trying to wake up. I fear that I am going to just up and squoosh him ’til the Fluff comes right out his ears.
Carmela thinks that Meadow and Paulie Walnuts make fine pillows.
Livia keeps an eye on me.
The milk bar is OPEN.
“I kick her in the face with my big ol’ back foot, just like Mama does! Ha! Ha!”
Look how earnest Carmela is. “I could kick her in the face if I wanted to! But I don’t want to!”
“Why she not wanna kick me in the face? It’s FUN!”
Paulie Walnuts, having Deep Thoughts. Or trying to remember where the litter box is (there are only six of them scattered around the room, after all.)
::THLURP::
Silvio, thinking about his next move. The tail straight up in the air is killing me.
Paulie Walnuts, hangin’ around. Dr. Melfi hopes Paulie doesn’t fall on her.
The whole wee litter.
Meadow is absolutely killing me. Have you ever seen such a smug little face?
Paulie Walnuts looks like he’s bellowing “Onward, troops!!!”
The Sopranos kittens are one month old tomorrow (they were four weeks old yesterday). They seem to all be peeing in the litter boxes, as far as I can tell. I decided to put out bowls of Babycat (the kitten food Royal Canin makes; the pieces are very small) and no sooner did I get the bowls put down than Paulie Walnuts went over and started eating out of the bowl. First to use the litter box, first to eat kibble – that Paulie Walnuts is the genius of the litter, obviously.
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Oh, my beautiful Corbs. He has such gorgeous eyes. I swear, I could just sit and look at him all day long (except that it would make him nervous, and he’d skulk behind the couch to get away from me.)
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Previously
2012: Polly the Dryer Inspector thinks I don’t empty the lint trap often enough.
2011: Poor, sad, deprived kittens with no toys to speak of.
2010: (Reminder to self: bring ear plugs next time!)
2009: It’s just amazing!
2008: Pet store kitties.
2007: Their story is that they’re 5 sisters, about five months old, and they were, I believe, the kittens of a feral cat.
2006: So stop asking why, you stinkin’ peoples.
2005: Look guilty, don’t they?