With Mimosa out of the house for her spay surgery, we brought Uncle Charlie into the room to meet the kittens.
Kudzu and Bramble got all up in Charlie’s space.
And Charlie said “How does this door open, again?”
Clover and Mondo came over to see what was going on, Bramble continued wearing his floof suit, and Charlie gave Clover the ol’ snifferoo.
Bramble had Feelings.
Hollyhock said “Hey, who’re YOU?”
Fred got out a teaser to see if we could get Charlie and the kittens to play.
Mondo and Kudzu got closer.
Kudzu said “Mister, this seems like a Floof Suit and Ears of Annoyance occasion.”
Mondo sniffed Uncle Charlie even more, and Hollyhock said “You can’t fool me, lady. This is a stranger.”
Mondo said “I just don’t underSTAND. I didn’t know there was other cats in existence!”
Hollyhock said “Oh, jeez! I forgot to put on my Floof Suit! I am so rude!”
Mondo floofed.
And when Charlie left the room, Mondo floofed some more. Because that’s just how he is.
Charlie was a little wary of entering the kitten room – not because he’s scared of kittens (he’s seen the Floof Suits before. He ain’t scared of no silly little kittens) but because Mimosa has been VERY protective of her kittens. Charlie likes to sniff at the bottom of the foster room door, and with past litters it hasn’t really been a big problem – but Mimosa would reach under the door as far as her Slapping Paw could reach, and she would slap very seriously. I finally had to put a piece of cardboard in front of the foster room door so that he couldn’t sniff at the door and she couldn’t see him, because she was spending so much time growling under the door at him.
For the first visit, he only wanted to stay a minute or two. A few hours later he went in for a little bit longer, and then yesterday morning he actually asked to go in. He still didn’t want to stay long, but he was more relaxed for the time he was in there.
Of course, with Mimosa back here now, Charlie won’t be able to go into the foster room. But I’m planning to start taking the kittens downstairs occasionally, a few at a time, as a sort of “field trip,” so perhaps there will be future Floof Suit pictures. We can hope, right?
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Dewey cares nothing for any ol’ kittens.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Breakfast is served! From top going clockwise: Clover, Bramble, Hollyhock, Mondo & Kudzu.
The kittens met Uncle Charlie VERY briefly yesterday and Bramble donned his floof suit for the occasion.
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Mimosa was spayed yesterday and spent the night at the vet’s. I brought her home this morning, and the kittens didn’t react to her smelling different… until Kudzu did!
(The video is from a couple of hours ago. Kudzu has relaxed. Mimosa’s mostly interested in eating. The kittens have been playing (with each other) nonstop. I expect they’ll all crash for their afternoon naps pretty soon.)
You may notice that Mimosa is not wearing a cone – the vet uses surgical glue, and I’ve never had a problem with cats/kittens messing with their incisions. I will keep an eye on her and put a cone (or more likely a onesie!) on her if it’s necessary, of course.
A Bramble-Clover taco sounds like just the perfect way to celebrate Taco Tuesday, doesn’t it? (The Forgotten Felines of Huntsville online auction is currently going on right now – and a taco bed just like this one is one of the items up for bid! Go check it out! See everything available for bid here, and the taco bed here.)
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Bramble’s new skill. (Also, he’s a little bit crazy. In the best way!)
Good night innernets. (Bramble)
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Previously
2021: Slapjack has a sleepy.
2020: Carmelita is so adorable I could just squoosh her flat.
2019: No entry.
2018: Deanzilla and the tiny tongue.
2017: “We can slack if we want to, lady.”
2016: Here we have Ken Adams on top, Susie inside, all “NO THIS IS MINE!” and Art Vandelay keeping an eye on things.
2015: This one kills me dead every single day.
2014: No entry.
2013: “NO, I DON’T WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU!”
2012: Nothin’ cuter than a ::FLOOF::ing kitten. Unless it’s a ::FLOOF::ing kitten who’s hissing.
2011: “Madame, please. I beg of you, stop sniffing my hindquarters. It is so RUDE.”
2010: It appears we’ve got an infestation of kittens again. ::sigh:: WHERE do they come from??
2009: I swear she looks just like a little bulldog.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.