I am still over the moon about Angelo getting adopted, and got the scoop from Kathie, who did the adoption. His people are planning to wait until he’s good and settled in, then either get another cat or possibly a puppy. Maybe we’ll get an update – I sure hope so!
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So, in case you missed it in Saturday’s post, we have a new Grocer.
Her name is Catelyn, and she is floofily fabulous.
(No, Catelyn is not the name of a grocery store (she came pre-named), but she’s still going to be bundled in with the Grocers.)
Her story is that she was trapped alongside a bunch of other ferals, was spayed and ear-tipped and was going to be released with the other TNR cats, but it was realized that (1) she’s friendly and (2) she’s way too little (just over 2 pounds) to be out there on her own. Kathie called me about her the day before I left for Myrtle Beach, and Catelyn stayed with Kathie ’til I got back. I picked her up Thursday and brought her home, and let her out into the foster room with the other kittens. She’s about the same age as the rest of them, give or take a week, and she needed to have kittens her own age to be around. And, I mean, LOOK at that floof. It’s like she was meant to be with this litter!
I am SO SAD that I didn’t take the camera into the foster room with me when I first let her out, because it was HILARIOUS. The Grocers were all floofed up and walking around slowly, not making eye contact with Catelyn, and Catelyn was just bouncing around the room with her tail straight up, checking out the toys. By the time I thought to go get the camera, the best of the floofiness was over, and they were all just kind of watching her from a distance.
PW was the least scared of her, and made several approaches. She’d hiss and he’d run off, then he’d approach again after a while.
Winn Dixie was all “What the WHAT is THAT?”
And Ralph made this face a lot.
Von said “Excuse me, there’s a stranger in my favorite litter box. Do. Not. Like.”
Catelyn sniffed every inch of the room and kept an eye on the ceiling fan.
Trader Joe was super freaked out by Catelyn. SUPER freaked out. The other kittens were a little interested and concerned, but Trader Joe was just all “Um. NO. ::FLOOF::”
Ralph said “I’m backing you up, bro. You do what you gotta do.”
“I gotta ::FLOOF::,” said Trader Joe.
Ralph watched from under the doll bed.
Catelyn checked out the food and declared it good.
Trader Joe thought to himself “That’s a NOPE if I ever saw one.”
Ralph watched her drink water and thought “Huh. She’s not that skeery.”
And when I left them alone for the night, PW and Catelyn were hanging out in the closet, taking turns jumping at each other, and then hiding beside a litter box.
Friday morning things were still a little tense, but over the weekend things calmed down. Saturday morning when I was sitting in the foster room, the Grocers were taking turns sitting in my lap, and Catelyn would run across the room, smack ’em on the head, and then race off. By Sunday morning she was playing with their tails and they were playing with hers. Lisa came to visit for a while Sunday morning, and at one point Winn Dixie (or possibly Von, I’m not completely sure which) and Catelyn were on either side of a track toy, batting the ball back and forth. I figure, a few more days and they’ll be playing like they’ve always been together. Trader Joe is alternately scared of her and fascinated by her, which I think means they’re fated to be BFFs.
I had originally planned to let the kittens out into the rest of the upstairs over the weekend, but given the new addition I decided to wait on that. Assuming that all goes well this week, I’ll probably start giving them the run of the upstairs next weekend, and hopefully Dennis will be interested in meeting them (or at least eating their food.)
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Videos! These were taken before Catelyn was part of the gang, obviously.
In the first one, there’s fightin’ going on. Poor Trader Joe just wants to hang out and snooze, and everyone keeps jumping on him.
And in the second, the Grocers at half-speed. That Ralph sure does like to pop up in the air for reasons known only to him.
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Tommy, hanging out on the back of Fred’s recliner. He is such a gorgeous boy, isn’t he?
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Previously
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: I called my father the “PaParazzi” and then laughed and laughed at my hilarity (the grandkids all call him PaPa.)
2010: And Miz Poo smacked him with the Paw o’ Doom.
2009: Her daughter was holding a box. Of kittens. Tiny kittens.
2008: “Is that… are they EATING something?”
2007: No entry.
2006: I hope you people who wanted to know what happens when Maddy’s sleeping on the printer and I need to print something out are happy, because you’re all going to hell.
2005: There is nothing on god’s green earth that makes Sugarbutt happier than eating.