The bed Diego is in looks like it folds flat. Does it? Would you be able to provide a source?
It does fold flat. I got it off of Groupon last winter for $10 (I think), but you can find it here at Overstock (it may be available other places, but I didn’t look once I found it at Overstock.) Teresa reminded me that it’s a self-warming bed AND we’ll have a couple in the Forgotten Felines fall auction!
Also, Patti said: Ebay has the Kinbor cat bed, too. And some other great Kinbor items!
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From Elizabeth, a helpful tip (thanks, Elizabeth!) – I kept meaning to comment for the person who doesn’t like the idea of letting Facebook into their life. I sympathize. I also do not want Facebook watching everything I do so my solution was to use one of my old cell phones which can get on my home wireless (but can no longer make calls or use data) and that is my “Facebook phone.” I don’t do anything else with it except use Facebook. So that way it is somewhat limited in what it can track about you. I also use a slightly different version of my name and a different birth date so that if I don’t want someone to find me it makes it slightly harder. Then go into the settings and turn off everything you can and tell it “no” every time it wants to do something. That keeps it somewhat in check. Hope that helps.
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Wait. Khal runs from kittens?!
NO, and he resents the accusation. He just walks quickly and with purpose. He has other places to be, you see. Usually places on the other side of the cat door where kittens can’t go. And the fact that he usually sees kittens RIGHT before this happens is sheer coincidence.
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The theme song for all the kittens who meet the Big Cats for the very first time:
If you’re small and you don’t how to grow tall
Why don’t you try looking bullet-proof?
Puttin’ on the floof!
Meeting cats that might want to eat you
Dodging death by trying to look aloof,
Puttin’ on the floof!
Puffed up like a much less teeny kitty
Tryin’ not to look so itty-bitty
(Super-spitty!)
If you’re small and you don’t how to grow tall
Why don’t you try looking bullet-proof?
Puttin’ on the floof…
Puttin’ on the floof…
Puttin’ on the floof……
HA – I love this!!
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Wait! Is that a “ceiling fan” ceiling fan pull? How meta, Ha!
It certainly is! And what’s fun is that it actually comes paired with a lightbulb-shaped light pull. Though none of our ceiling fans here have lights in them the ceiling fans at Crooked Acres did, and I was forever turning off the light when I meant to turn the fan down or vice versa. Those pulls made my life so much easier. (Now that I don’t need to tell two pulls apart, I bought the set just because I like them.)
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In case you missed it on social media yesterday…
Diego and Pablo went home yesterday! We’ve been promised updates, and I know that they’re going to be spoiled rotten. Their new family is going to change their names, but haven’t decided what names they’ll ultimately get.
(Just a note: I never ever expect kittens’ names to stay the same, and I am never the slightest bit offended when adopters change their names. I consider it part of the adoption process, and I love seeing what names they end up with!)
Alejandro and Javier are going home later today, and then Carmelita will head home tomorrow.
Today’s pictures are the rest of the ones I have that include Diego and Pablo (Monday’s post will have the last pictures of Carmelita, Alejandro and Javier.)
It’s been a fast 12 weeks, hasn’t it?
Oh, that boy.
Sleepy little faces (Javier, Alejandro and Diego.)
His face just kills me.
Diego has a skeptical.
He looks SO much like Khal here!
“Watching you, lady.”
It’s a cuppa Pablo.
And a Diego pie.
Carmelita shows off her little shaved belly.
“Not talkin’ to you, lady.”
Just a little bit loony there.
If you look closely, you can see proof that Carmelita’s been playing Sparkleball.
He is so darn PRETTY. This whole litter is, really.
The last all-sibling portrait. Left to right: Diego, Pablo, Alejandro, Carmelita & Javier.
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“Are they gone yet?”
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Previously
2019: “They’ll never find me here!”
2018: This doesn’t seem at all precarious and unsafe, ladies.
2017: (Don’t you love how she was putting her black lipstick on in preparation for sneaking out to a rave, and missed a bit?)
2016: “MY Mouse Cave, and don’t you forget it!”
2015: Skelton, also not skeered.
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.