The Forgotten Felines of Huntsville online auction starts TOMORROW (Saturday) at 9 am Central Time. Go follow the auction Facebook page so you don’t miss it – there’s lots of cat-themed stuff, and lots of non-cat-related stuff in this auction. Be there or be square!
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You talk about Clover’s graceful moves and being surprised kittens survive to adulthood. I have a cat who’s about three years old; she’s walked into the stove, twice. She thinks she can jump up on things, and misses a lot, and falls off of things.
It’s the stove that got me. Even if she has bad eyesight, stoves are large and don’t move.
I was going to tell the story about how Charlie ran face-first into the fence the other day, but in his defense there was a bird on the other side, so he wasn’t paying attention to the fence. I really am seriously amazed sometimes that these cats make it to adulthood – they’re supposed to wow us with their grace, not their klutzy moves! (I thought I was the one responsible for the klutzy moves in this house.)
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It’s not Thlurrrpsday, but ask Mondo if he cares. (He does not.)
Kudzu the little poser.
Hollyhock’s tiny but mighty.
Mondo sitting in the basket, licking it. Because of course.
Hollyhock in the pop-up tent, from above.
I could not find Kudzu anywhere yesterday morning, searched all the cabinets, the closets, all the little spaces he could have been, and finally I spotted a lump on the couch. He’d climbed up under the blanket and fell asleep, and when I lifted the blanket for this picture, he was all “Tryin’ to sleep here, lady.”
We have met the Churu, and most of us are fans.
Mondo, Kudzu and Bramble were all “Got any more?”, while Mimosa gave Bramble a quick lick.
Kudzu’s all “Keep it coming!”
(Hollyhock didn’t want to wake from her nap for Churu.)
Clover is the only kitten who is uninterested in the Churu completely. He might change his mind… or he might just be one of the few who are anti-Churu! Clover definitely marches to the beat of his own drum.
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Alice Mo the calico sure does love that sunshine, yo.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
The kittens have taken over Mimosa’s cat tree! (She doesn’t mind – there’s a scratcher next to the tree where she can sit if she wants to.)
(Bramble’s right eye is a bit goopy. He’s acting fine and playing and eating well, so we’re treating the eye with ointment and keeping an eye on him.)
In 2013, we fostered Kate and her 5 kittens, the Royals. On the top left, is what her kitten Charming looked like 9 years ago, and on the right is Jareth. They were adopted together – Charming is now Toby and Jareth is now Sooty, and here they are today! Toby is one magnificent boy, isn’t he? And clearly Sooty (aka Black Velvet because his fur is so plush) caught some of Uncle Jake’s loons! Beautiful boys. ❤️ (Thanks, K!)
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Throw Back Thursday: 2018, we fostered 9 kittens named after Maine towns. Little gray and white tuxie Eliot had her very own way of chasing that track toy ball. (Eliot is now Ellie; she was adopted with tortie girl Arundel (now Arwen) and can be seen on Facebook here)
Throw Back Thursday: From 2015. Skinny Pete was a bottle baby we were fostering along with her brothers Combo and Badger (we originally thought Skinny Pete was a boy, but kept the name when we realized we were wrong). I would put rice in a sock and warm it in the microwave, and Skinny Pete LOVED that rice sock so very much. (They also had a plug-in heated pad to keep warm, but Skinny Pete preferred the rice sock.)
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I think the Sprouts are having more fun with the Fruittasan than any kittens ever. They love that thing!
Throw Back Thursday: 2015. A bouquet of kittens! Left to right: Combo, Badger and Skinny Pete. CUTIES.
Throw Back Thursday: from last year! Canasta’s daughter Rummy met Uncle Charlie, and she put on her floof suit for the occasion.
Good night innernets. (Kudzu)
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Previously
2021: And of course we know Whist by her tabby wings.
2020: So please know that what we want is what’s best for the kittens and cats we foster, we’re not just going about this willy-nilly.
2019: I myself know of no one who is ready, willing and able to adopt 7 cats at once and if you do, you might’ve mentioned that before now!
2018: Nope. Too early. Back to bed, innernets.
2017: No entry.
2016: I feel like Ken is trying to pick a fight here.
2015: Gilda’s wearing her hissypants.
2014: “I WILL NOT look to see if the ceiling fan is still up there. WILL NOT.”
2013: “THAT LADY KEEPS TAKIN’ MY PICTURE. SOMEBODY MAKE HER STOP!”
2012: No entry.
2011: Here at Crooked Acres, one must be properly attired when exploring. It’s one of the things I insist upon!
2010: What they didn’t address in that article is whether people who have cats are 30% MORE likely to have a stroke after they step in a cold pile of cat vomit in the middle of the night.
2009: Elijah and Phinneas would like you to know that it’s endlessly exhausting to be so cute.
2008: Pile o’ monkehs.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.