“Keeping an eye on you, lady,” says Cypress.
Hemlock thinks for a moment…
Bats at the feather dangling from the little cat tree…
And leaps to the top of the tall scratcher!
Privet looks like a stuffed animal, doesn’t she?
Curled up in the window bed. So much FLOOMP.
“Okay, lady. Let’s give that camera a rest, shall we?”
Ooh, let’s see if we can’t get a good shot of the whole bunch, shall we? Privet, please come out of the square scratcher and pose with your friends.
Juniper, can you look at the camera instead of off in the distance, please?
…JUNIPER? Please?
There we go! Left to right: Cypress, Hemlock, Spruce, Juniper (front), and Privet.
The kittens had visitors yesterday morning in the form of Kristin and Arwen, who adopted Periwinkle (formerly Bert Macklin) and Patches (formerly Art Vandelay). I was very sure that most of them would hide when strangers entered the foster room, but that Hemlock would run right over and fall at their feet.
HA. Not so much!
Hemlock wanted NOTHING to do with the strangers, and even though I kept pulling him out of hiding, he’d stay for a moment and then run away. Privet also was NOPE on the stranger front, and in fact ran into the closet and hid. I expected that of Privet, but did NOT expect that of Hemlock!
Spruce was the sociable one, especially when the feather teaser was involved. Arwen got to hold Spruce several times, and even got to snuggle with Cypress and Juniper.
A few hours later, Winnie and Kathie came to see the babies, and Hemlock was a LITTLE less freaked out, and in fact would walk around the room, but he still was pretty not having this whole “stranger” thing. Spruce was out playing and purring and snuggling like a wild thing, and Cypress would purr every time Winnie said his name. Juniper alternated between coming out to check out the toy Winnie had brought for them, and hiding.
Even later – because if you’re going to test the kittens boundaries, why not test them all in the same day? – Fred took Stefan in to visit the kittens. Spruce ran over with his tail straight up in the air to sniff noses with Stefan, to rub against him, and to play a bit of the ol’ Slappy Paw. Hemlock? Well, Hemlock was interested until he touched noses with Stefan. And then he fell over on his side and hissed.
It’s the first time I’ve seen Hemlock hiss!
I have to admit, I’m a little bummed. Hemlock was so confident and friendly when I first brought him home that I assumed he’d just stay that way, somehow. I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised, but I was. Hopefully with a little work (and more visits from strangers), he’ll decide that people aren’t so bad.
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Oh, Stefan. SO. MUCH. STRESS.
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Previously
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: “Not sure I care for your new comforter, lady. Is kinda busy.”
2012: “Oh, lady, is so so so hot. The only thing that make me feel better is cookie. COOKIE. You has?”
2011: “Maybe I’ll cut this bratty little Spice for flipping over the Ham-mick.”
2010: “I disapprove of this behavior.”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Really, here at Crooked Acres, it’s sometimes best to just look the other way, and not ask aaaaaaany questions.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.