What type of scale do you have for the weigh ins? I want to get one but they are pricey and I want to get one that works well. I am trying to keep track of my older lady’s weight as she is getting skinnier and also track Hamilton Buddahscotch’s girth. I think he has lost a tiny bit since he discovered he can jump on the kitchen island. That is his workout.
Time to weigh in!
The scale I use for the kittens – in the picture above – is one I bought back in 2009ish, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what brand it is. There’s nothing at all on the scale itself, except for a “made in China” sticker on the bottom.
However, the scale I keep downstairs so that I can weigh permanent residents (yes, I DO have two scales in this house meant solely to weigh cats) is a Health-O-Meter baby scale. They’re $42 at Amazon, which I don’t think is a bad price at all. Also, easy to use!
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Do you remember what that toy is with the mouse on top? Because 74 toys is not enough for my only cat. She needs another one. No, really.
That is actually a one-of-a-kind, handmade toy. One of the other Challenger’s House foster moms gave it to me because she rarely has little kittens (someone – I think a family member – had made it and given it to her). I have to say that it’s really well put together and holds up nicely under all the abuse it gets!
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I made a graph of the kittens’ weights!
That is really neat – thanks, Sophie!
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erm how did you know it was a Male racoon..not that it really matters, I’m just curious. like I know you can tell from colors of birds if its male/female
Oh, I have no idea if it’s male or female, I just defaulted to “he.” As far as I know, male and female raccoons look alike, and I’m not asking to see his or her back end so I can know for sure. 😉
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Where do G&G hang out when it rains?
There’s a sheltered section at the front of the coop, where the feeders are, and there’s plenty of room for them under there. In the winter if it’s cold and rainy, they’ll go into the coop and hang out, and they can actually go into the shelter in the pig yard, since we don’t have pigs this year. But more often than not, I’ll look outside when it’s raining and see them just sitting there in the middle of the back forty, enjoying the rain.
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What *do* the kittens and Lucy think of Fred? I don’t think you’ve mentioned it.
Oh, they ADORE HIM, of course. He doesn’t spend as much time with them as I do (it hurts his back to sit on the floor for too long), so when he does go in there, it’s like he’s the exciting NEW THING, and they all rush over to him for attention. Ingrates!
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Update on the former Mr. Stripey:
Mr Stripey is now known as Gladstone Cairy (after a dearly departed friend), Cairy for short. Reacher’s drama was short-lived, and he and Cairy are getting along great! Not yet snuggle buddies but I think that’ll come. Cairy is a weaver of epic proportion & loves winding around big dog Rosie’s legs. He’s eating & drinking great, peeing & pooping in the boxes (no accidents) and has easily made himself at home.
This is awesome!
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I would like to point out, in case anyone hasn’t noticed, that Rickles has rather large paws for a boy his age. I might have to go out on a limb here and predict he’s going to be a big fella. Any of the others have big feet, or is he the only one?
Shecky and Skelton both have really big feet. The girls and Belushi and Louis all have smaller feet, so I’m thinking that Shecky, Skelton and Rickles are going to be BIG.
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Robyn, did you see the IKEA kitty condo thing on Cute Overload? I immediately thought of your rescues…
I did, and I love it!
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Do kittens sometimes suck on their toes like a baby will suck its thumb? Because Louis, with his foot in his mouth, just kills me.
Roland answered this one for me: In short, yes – here’s Angelo from one of last year’s litters.
Not only did Angelo suck on his own toe, but when he’d get going, a couple of the other kittens would run over and join in. It was just about the sweetest thing ever!
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Oh, and btw? There is something so completely adorable about using fleece baby blankies for the kittens. The one you have on the front porch of their condo with the little ducks and froggies just seems so fitting for these little kitten babies!
I LOVE using baby blankets with kittens – I have a whole pile of them in the closet!
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Shecky gets his ~thlurrp!~ on.
So does Louis.
And Gilda. Do you get the impression that they just finished eating?
They’re starting to discover the mirrors.
Roseanne, waiting for someone to come along so she can grab onto them and BITE.
Belushi’s feelin’ pouty.
I’m not sure what that look on Skelton’s face is about.
Oh, maybe Shecky was running his way. That’s Shecky on top, and Skelton doing the biting (or trying to, anyway).
Oh, that Louis. How he loves bathing in the sun!
Something startled him, so he got up and thought about hiding behind the crate.
“I wasn’t skeered! I just felt like sitting up! And seeing what’s behind the crate!”
Skelton, also not skeered.
“Quit sharpening your claws on the side of the crate! You’re going to put holes in it, and then you won’t have anywhere to hide when you’re NOT skeered of something!”
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Video! Rickles has gone completely nuts. If you watch nothing else, you have GOT to watch it at the 14-second mark. It makes me laugh out loud every time I see it.
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Miz Poo, refusing to look my way.
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Previously
2014: Throwback Thursday: Spot.
2013: “…three…four…five. Okay, there really ARE five. No matter how many times I count. It’s just… I don’t remember HAVING five. I only remember four. Maybe this is what they mean when they say you forget the pain of childbirth. Maybe you forget the actual one you’re birthing, too. I wish I’d forgotten birthing that one with the big head. That pain I can live without remembering.”
2012: “I whip it real good!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Look, I made a video to share the pain!
2008: “Hey. Where’d THOSE come from?!”
2007: “Squirrels do love cashews, Bob.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.