We have a NorbDate!
For the newer readers, a NorbDate is an update on the former foster known as Norbie; he was a tiny little just-born kitten orphaned the very same day that our foster mama kitty Khaleesi was having kittens, and we slipped him in there while she was in labor. She was a little weirded out, but she was a sweet girl and cared for him as though he were her own.
One of my favorite Norbie pics, taken when he was about a month old:
Yesterday marked two years since Norbie went home to Chicago with Kirsten – and here he is now.
One of the few times I’ve captured some semi-annoyance.
Momma’s boy – he doesn’t do this very often anymore, so when he does, I savor it.
And his favorite sleeping position remains what I call “Airing it all out.”
Gratuitous housemate shot. Riley – grumpy gus of the house. Hates Norbie with a fiery passion. But altercations have dropped to a couple a month.
Claudette, benevolent auntie to Norbie. Occasional grooming and racing through the apartment.
Thank you so much for the update, Kirsten. You know we love seeing his sweet face! (I just cannot believe it’s been two years!)
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“Ess-SCUSE me, am hungry! Gimme my bottle, lady!” Combo’s always got a lot to say.
Badger comes motoring over to see if it’s time to eat yet.
Skinny Pete waits quietly for his turn.
“I am gonna FADE away to NOTHIN’!” (Combo)
A post-bottle Badger, waving his feet around.
These guys are now three weeks old. They’re eating well and gaining weight, but all three of them are having poop issues (I won’t go into details, but Badger’s back end is so red and sore it makes me hurt to look at it). They’re on medication and soothing back-end ointments, and hopefully things will turn around soon. They’re bright-eyed and energetic (I mean, when they’re not sound asleep in a pile), so I’m not too worried about them.
One more week and I’ll be putting a litter box in the tub with them and start offering them canned food!
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I bought this set of wings at Petsmart last week, because they made me laugh. Stefan reminds me of The Rock in Tooth Fairy. Those are Fred’s hands over there by the side of the bed. Stefan kept flopping over in response to the weight of the wings on his back, and Fred worried that he’d go tumbling off the side of the bed.
The kittens were not sure what to think of Stefan.
Fred took the wings off Stefan, and Stefan stayed where he was. He was okay with two kittens sniffing him.
Zuke, however, was not thrilled about this interloper.
Stefan was all “How YOU doin’?” to Torres.
Then a flood of kittens came toward him…
Pattypan was all “Mister, I am gonna mess you up so bad.”
Pattypan and Calabash hissed at Stefan.
Then they hissed at each other.
Stefan vamoosed to the far side of the bed, and had to be coaxed back over so that Fred could carry him back downstairs.
And Louganis was all “WHAT the WHAT happened here?!”
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Video: the BeeBees want their bottle. NOW. You won’t see much of Skinny Pete, but Combo’s front and center and does a flip at the end.
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Previously
2014: No entry.
2013: Maybe I need to market my fosters with “Travels well! Ain’t skeered o’ nothin’!”
2012: I guess it’s a Polly kinda day.
2011: Cavorting Time (with George and Gracie.)
2010: Moxie has a crush.
2009: “Halp! Halp! CALL 911!!!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Again with the crazy orangutan arms.
2006: POOP IN THE LITTER BOX!
2005: So for the rest of their stay at Casa And3rson, Sad Eyes is going to become Sugarbutt, Little Cal is becoming Callie, and Barrett is becoming Bear, because he looks like a little bear. Smitty’s going to remain Smitty, ’cause that’s a pretty good name.