Have you thought of using some velcro to keep the pads in the kitty box? They make some with adhesive on the backs and you could (here I am bossing again) stick one in each corner of the box and sew the other part to the pads? They might still push it out if they work very hard but it would take a while.
That’s a good idea, I think I’m going to give that a try next time we have a pregnant mama. The Noms and Emmy, being weirdos, seem to prefer the bare wood for some reason, so I guess I’ll let them do what they want. When those little ones start wandering around the room and find the cushy, comfy soft beds that are in various spots of the room, maybe they’ll change their minds!
Is Emmy’s bottom lip swollen? In the video it kind of looks like it is.
It’s a little swollen. It seems to get a little worse when she’s spent a lot of time grooming the babies, and then better when she gets some alone time. She won’t let me look at it or get too close to it, but I’ll keep an eye on it (from a distance) and if it gets worse, I’ll take her to the vet (which will be a special, special experience, I suspect).
At the risk of having the scary “finger of skimmer” aimed at me, where did you get the cute cat dishes the duck/chicken egg comparisons are in? I probably need some because we certainly need more cra, er stuff for our furball.
I got those at Target, I believe. I’d give you the name of the company who makes them, but there’s no stamp on the bottom at all! I’ve had them for a few years. If they didn’t come from Target, then they came from Petsmart – but I am fairly sure that they came from Target. (Unless they came from Petsmart. 🙂 )
Do duck eggs taste different from chicken eggs??
We scrambled and ate one duck egg, and it is similar to a chicken egg, but has a stronger flavor (it tastes particularly “eggy”, if you will). If I hadn’t known that it was a duck egg rather than a chicken egg, I would have thought it tasted a little “off”, but would have accepted that it was a chicken egg.
I’ve heard that duck eggs are really good to bake with, so that’s likely what I’ll use them for.
I’m not sure how to phrase this question without it sounding weirdly accusatory in one way or another, which is not my intent at all, but: Are you going to let the ducks reproduce? If so, or even if not, how will you know (without cracking them open) which eggs were fertilized and which ones weren’t? Part of the reason I ask is that if you wind up with ducklings, I might have to remove you from my bookmarks lest my head explode from the cute and I lose my mind and drive to Alabama to live in one of your sheds. (c;
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Do you and Fred have a little machine or something that tells whether or not there are BABIES in the chicken and duck eggs before you eat/cook them?
With all those roosters and the 2 male ducks running around, I would think there could be some “eeewww” moments otherwise???
We don’t, at this point, intend to let the ducks have babies. We have the four ducks, and their sole purpose is to be entertaining and to paddle around in the pond (SOMEDAY). I have no desire to eat duck and so it would be silly to let them have babies. Even though they’d be SO CUTE, and wouldn’t a kitten-and-duckling picture be ADORABLE?
But no. No baby ducks!
Here’s the thing with fertile eggs: you can’t know if they’re fertile without cracking the egg open. We gather eggs every day (sometimes twice a day), and so there’s never a chance for them to start developing. Fertile eggs need to be under a hen or in an incubator to start developing. If we find an egg that’s in a spot we didn’t know they were laying in (most of the hens lay their eggs in the coop, but occasionally one of them gets sneaky and starts laying in a spot previously unused), we test them by putting them in a cup of water. If the egg sinks to the bottom, it’s fresh enough to eat; if it floats, it gets tossed. If there’s any question, we toss it.
There’s no taste difference at all between fertilized and unfertilized eggs, they taste exactly the same and don’t let anyone tell you any different.
Also, hens will lay eggs whether roosters are present or not, but of course if a rooster isn’t present they won’t be fertile eggs.
When we’ve got a broody hen sitting on a clutch of eggs, Fred will check the eggs after 10 days to see which ones are growing and which ones aren’t. He’s built a box with a lightbulb in it, and he holds the egg up to the light and can see if there’s growth. I myself am never able to tell the difference, but he’s always able to tell right away. The eggs that are not developing, he tosses and the eggs that are, he puts back under the hen.
Dear Noms, the fancy yellow sheet with its kitty print is just so festive and comfy looking! How can you push it away? But Tabitha keeps dragging her babies off the multitude of soft surfaces I have provided and putting them on the hardwood floor. Maybe it is the warm weather…80’s in March…good gosh we zoomed right past the 70’s without even a how-dee-do!!
I think that the Noms are snobs, is what I think. That kitty-print pad is one that I made myself, and since I cannot sew a straight line to save my life, it’s a bit crooked and the Noms are all “Eww. We require a much more PROFESSIONAL looking place to sleep than THAT.”
Joke’s on them, though: I stained and polyurethaned that box they love so much, and I can see all the places I made mistakes, so HA.
Who the heck is that landmass in front of Emmy’s face hiding her nose? Boy, they’ve suddenly doubled in size and look like fat knockwurst.
That is the delightfully chunky Logie. And yeah, they’re all plump little sausages these days, and often willing to roll over for a belly rub. I am in heaven!
Crooked Acres Thursday is the best, especially in beautiful Spring! That lightning photo is quite frightening! Did it scare you when you took it? Did you run right back inside?
Oh, I took that lightning photo through the window. I have no desire to go outside when lightning is striking! In fact, when the rainbow was out, Fred said “You should go out into the yard to get a better picture!” and I refused to because a cool picture is nice, but being struck by lightning isn’t my thing.
I might start hearing dead people, and that would be creepy.
Wait, you can get ad revenue from YouTube?
You can! Well, actually, I guess it’s through Google Adsense. I think you’d have to get a whole lot more traffic on your videos than I do to make it worth it, though – I’ve been signed up with them for a year, and I think my grand total earned is less than $10. I’m not sure it’s worth the annoyance of having ads show up during your videos, honestly. Of course, if that Emmy video were to truly go viral and rack up millions of hits (which I’m not expecting, but never say never!), I might be singing a different tune.
So, on the topic of starving. I’ve always wondered how you manage to get 14 sets of snacks out during Snackin’! Time!? I usually feel like a zebra being stalked by a hungry herd of lions when I’m putting dinner out for my 4 guys. I’m pretty sure, no, make that quite sure, I’ll be footage on Nat Geo one of these days…
Kelly added: I have to feed my three in separate corners of the kitchen so everyone “keeps their eyes on their own bowls”. Norman, especially, is too curious about what everyone else is eating. The other two just want to eat in peace. I can’t imagine having to find 14 defined spaces for kitty feeding. The drama produced between the feeding of the first and the feeding of the third is ridiculous (and only takes a few seconds!).
Um, EXCUSE ME, I only have THIRTEEN cats, thank you very much!
(Yeah. Somehow that doesn’t sound the slightest bit less crazy than 14, does it?)
I shot this video at the end of last year, and it illustrates how we did snack time with two sets of fosters (the Peppers Gang and Charlie and Patty Peppers) and the permanents. Right now we’re going through a non-snack time (which I do every so often when I hit my annoyance threshold – don’t worry, they’re not starving!) and the only Permanent in the house who currently gets snacks is Spanky. He’s lost some weight in the last year (he’s healthy, but in his old age he’s just not eating as much) and so he gets a morning and evening snack in addition to their regular food. He gets his snack in the bathroom (otherwise, Jake would elbow him out of the way – as it is, Jake waits outside the bathroom in case Spanky doesn’t eat his entire snack), and any time I walk in that general direction with ANYTHING in my hand, Spanky gets all excited and runs into the bathroom.
(By the way, Emmy gets four HUGE “snacks” a day in addition to her bowl of always-available kibble.)
Kelly is SO right about the drama between the feeding of the first and the feeding of the next few being ridiculous. Cats are such drama queens!
Miz Poo is gorgeous. How did she get her name?
I honestly can’t remember how Miz Poo got her name. She was originally named “Scrappy” (at the time we were going with an “S” theme when it came to cats’ names; we gave that up when we adopted Tom Cullen), and then I’m sure that in the course of baby-talking to her and calling to her, she became “Pooh” and then graduated to “Miz Poo.” (When I call for her, it’s usually “Miiiiiiiz PootiePootiePootie!”) For a while I was getting reminders from the vet and had to stop and think “Who on earth is SCRAPPY?!” before I remember that that’s her “real” name. The vet now has her listed as “Scrappy/ Miz Poo.” Heh.
So which momma cat has been the best momma so far, Emmy or Miss Maggie?
I would say that they have different parenting philosophies! Maggie was a little less super-worried about the babies – I mean, not that she would let them starve, or even howl or anything, but she did wait and make sure there was an issue before she went back in to be with them. I had to put a camera in the room when Maggie had her babies, because otherwise the babies would be in the middle of feeding and I’d walk into the room, and Maggie would get up and run over to me for petting and her babies would be rolling around trying to figure out what just happened. Maggie would go back and take care of the babies once she got her petting, but I hated that my walking into the room interrupted the nursing.
Emmy, on the other hand, is a helicopter parent. All those babies have to do is make the slightest peep, and she’s over there all “What’s the matter, baby, what do you need, are you hungry? Do you need to go potty? Is that mean lady trying to pet you? Should I beat her up for you?”
I’m really looking forward to seeing how Emmy’s babies turn out, and then I can extrapolate which parenting method is the preferred! I expect that Emmy’s babies will turn out just as awesome as Maggie’s (and they were AWESOME, weren’t they!), and the resulting theory will be “Stay out of the way and let them parent how they want.”
Want to see a few pictures of Maggie and her babies from last year? You know you do!
I honestly think that if Maggie and her babies were still here (and her babies will turn 1 on April 2nd), they’d still be nursing and she’d still be letting them! They had no desire to stop, and she wasn’t going to make them.
Robyn! Aah! I know you’re a fan of the pawpads, so check this out!
How CUTE!
Kara’s frowny face always cracks me up. Does she ever “smile” or does she always look so anxious and concerned?
She pretty much always looks anxious and concerned – it’s tough to be the sheriff, and she takes her job seriously! I think it’s just her natural expression, she looks concerned even when she’s laying on her bed being petted and purring up a storm.
Can you believe it’s been almost four years since we first got Kara as a pregnant (foster) cat?
And here she is with her babies:
Who is the “go way” and “spoken my piece” baby? Sooooo cute.
That is Newbery, I believe. I have to confess that when I see the kittens in person (purrson!), I can tell them apart but it’s harder when I’m looking at pictures.
Newbery’s ears seemed to have “popped”–does that coincide with the ability to hear?
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So tell me, when their ears popped up, did they make a sproingy noise? 🙂
I do believe that the “popping” of the ears probably coincides with their ability to hear (kittens are born blind and deaf). They can definitely hear me now judging by how their ears move around at any sound, and they – especially Newbery – will “talk” to me if I talk to them long enough.
When their eyes opened, it sounded like a cork coming off a champagne bottle. When their ears popped, it was like “Sproing-oing-oing-oing!” 🙂
Will Fred again attempt to grab that “on the lam” rooster for freezer camp? Its days seem numbered!
I think for the time being, we’re going to let wandering rooster and his lady stay around. If they start becoming a nuisance and wander off our property, then that might change. But luckily the neighbor has a dog, and the Wanderers seem to know that they should keep their distance from the dog and tend to stick right around the house, so I think they’ll be okay.
“What’s out HERE?”
Logie’s not sure she likes that loud yellow fabric.
Or maybe she’s trying to understand it.
Newbery gets a back rub and thinks maybe he likes it.
Checking to see what’s out there…
Logie thinks outside the box.
Thinking about it…
Venturing forth.
“Okay, this fabric is even worse. Can we get something in a muted paisley?”
Having retreated to the box, Logie keeps an eye on me. Probably hoping I’ll replace that fabric with something quieter.
“Mama, that lady keeps taking our PICTURE!”
“I’m keeping an eye on her. She won’t mess with you. She’s scared of me.”
That’s what YOU think, Emmy!
Logie and Darwin are behind Emmy. Sometimes they feel the need to be crammed in the tiny space between Emmy and the back of the box.
Kitten movies! The first is one of the kittens (either Darwin or Newbery, I’m not sure which), nursing. SO sweet!
Note: when the picture goes wider, that buzzing noise you hear is the camera focusing. Also, you can hear a loud truck going by. It gets loud in that room occasionally.
The second is the Noms (especially Newbery) stumbling around the box like they’re drunk:
Yesterday morning, I was sitting at my desk, and I glanced over to see Elwood and Jake under the bird feeder. In other words, outside the fence. When I went out to call them inside, Elwood came right up onto the side stoop and into the house. Jake ran back and forth by the fence, trying to figure out how to get back into the back yard. Then I realized how they’d escaped the back yard: the day before, when the guy came to see why our upstairs air unit wasn’t working, he’d left the gate unlatched, giving all the cats a way to escape the back yard if they so wished. I hadn’t thought to check the gate and make sure it was latched, because it never occurred to me that the guy would have just left the freakin’ thing unlatched. Grrr.
To my horror, when I did a head count, I couldn’t find Corbie. I looked all over the house and in his usual spots in the back yard, and nada. I walked the property for about half an hour calling and calling and calling, and no Corbie. I came inside the house and called Fred at work to tell him that Corbie was missing, and as soon as Fred picked up the phone, I looked out the window and Corbie was walking across the side yard looking puzzled. As soon as I opened the door and called him, he ran up the steps and into the house. PHEW!
New rule: check the gates after we’ve had a workman in the back yard!
Hello, Beautiful.
Corbie and the Loon.
Loony Jake finds Corbie annoyingly beautiful.
Y’all have a good weekend – I don’t expect to be posting this weekend, see you Monday!
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Previously
2011: (So RUDE, snapping a picture of a poor pregnant lady from behind!)
2010: Sometimes another kitten will join in on the howling, and OH their hearts are just breaking at the injustice of not being able to get through the door, they are PERSONALLY insulted at this turn of events.
2009: Here we go, all seven present and accounted for!
2008: No entry.
2007: Their evil chicken talons don’t poke holes in the kiddie pool?
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
(which will be a special, special experience, I suspect) – LOL…
The picture of Maggie with all her BIG babies nursing…well, they look like cannibals!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Whenever they swarmed around her and she gave in and laid down for them so they could nurse, I always said they were the lions and she was the antelope. 🙂
Isn’t the problem with the fabric just that you aren’t supposed to mix stripes and patterns?
Can you imagine those stripey kittens on striped fabric? It’d be blinding! 🙂
Wow what a massive post! Thankie.
First of all – not sure of I should mention this just in case talk of how you look is verboten but Robin – in the feeing/snack time video – you look fabulous girl! So slim and trim! Also LOVE, love love the beaded ceiling board in your kitchen.
I love how half the regulars are semi poised to flee during snack time.
Also – do you do one million dishes every day?
Thank you, Kate!
I do seem to do about a million dishes a day; I’m pretty sure I wash more cat dishes than human dishes. Well, I guess that’s only fair – they DO outnumber us, after all. 🙂
Workmen are the bane of my existence. All our guys are indoor-only, and no matter how many times workmen are asked to just shut the freaking door behind them it never seems to sink in. I end up having to hover, darting between the front and back doors, shutting them and repeating my request that will undoubtedly be ignored again. Seriously, how hard is it to just shut a door behind you? Where were these people raised? If I had a crawling baby, would they listen?
So glad to hear everyone was fine (if a bit confused).
Having been one of those workers who didn’t always close and latch doors behind me*: most of the time I would be focused on the something or many things in my hands and was just concentrating on not hitting the walls and making more work for myself! I would also be focused on what I had to go get from the truck as soon as I found a good place to put the stuff I currently had in my hands plus I’d usually be thinking about how to tackle the job at hand.
I wasn’t a cat servant way back then, but keeping doors and gates closed didn’t really enter into the equation! My advice is to put the cats into another area of the house or yard where they’ll be safe or watch the door/gate like a hawk. Sorry, but that’s the way it is – or was for me anyway.
*It was carpentry or waitressing to put myself through school and I don’t like people that much!
I can see both sides here. Most of the time, people who come to work in my house have been unfailingly polite in asking about animals because they worry about tripping over them or having them wander into what could be a dangerous situation (cat sauntering nearby while working on a broken furnace or in mid-paint job isn’t always helpful). We wouldn’t let our kids have free reign in these situations and we shouldn’t let the cats either. Mine are always locked up in that situation, if only to prevent the stress to me in worrying about their welfare. But I can certainly see how stressful it would be to have specifically asked for the door to remain shut and be ignored. It wouldn’t have taken anything extra for them to simply do as you reasonably asked. And I never would have thought about checking an outside gate afterwards! Good to know for future reference.
I have a friend that has a strong “arm” on their door that seriously pulls the door shut automatically. I think this might be a great idea. It is white and is installed on a white door at the top. That way, when your workman is not thinking about your cats, dogs or toddlers…the door arm is! It looks a lot like this one:
http://www.improvementscatalog.com/imp/10722?cm_mmc=NEXTAG-_-LocksandDoorAccessories-_-2012-_-356176%20WHT&code-macs=MP2XNEXTAG&SourceCode=MP2XNEXTAG&mr:referralID=9621f182-74f2-11e1-ac63-001b2166c2c0
I think I’m lucky in that any workman who enters the house would only know that we have cats by all the cat paraphernalia laying around, because the cats vamooose when a stranger shows up!
Well, except for Miz Poo, who immediately loves anyone who enters the house and offers to show them where the silver is kept and oh yeah, can she go home with them, please? 🙂
Thankfully ours head for the hills when the doorbell rings, and if I have any work done or appliance repair, etc, I put them in the laundry room where they spend nights, and where their litter boxes and food and water also are. (I’d have to come up with plan B if it was washer or dryer repair…my Maytag man had his own cats and didn’t mind when our older, friendlier, late cats would come and sniff his shoes, tool box etc.)
I could see Corbie’s photo just below that paragraph and was figuring it was from after the story, but was very relieved he showed up, that must’ve been very distressing!
One more thing: we’ve all gotten as spoiled as the cats, with weekend posts…now we have to wait Monday, sigh. Enjoy the weekend tho!
Ours hide, but if the workman gets too close they tend to explode out looking for a new place, which can be a shock.
That’s ‘cos you torture her, you know, we’ve read how you treat her…as for the silver, forget this being the 21st century, girl’s still gotta have a dowry.
Spanky snack-time sounds remarkably like Norman snack-time. Norm gets his special snack in the bathroom too. He loves it so much that he runs to the bathroom if I’m merely walking in it’s general direction (you can imagine how excited he gets if I actually need to go inside!). Fat Simba waits outside with the dog to see if there are any leftovers (there usually aren’t). Norman walks out with an air that simply screams “Mom loves me better than you… nyah!”
My missing cat drama usually comes from one of my kids leaving a door open. We don’t live in a barn. I need to tell them several times per day to make sure the door latches behind them (increase that to hundreds during nice weather when they’re in and out all day long). I’ve given serious consideration to installing one of those automatic doors they have at Target. Just need to figure out how to keep the sensor from opening the door for cats. Foster Tom was an outside cat before coming to live with us. He got out and disappeared for nearly 24 hours while I searched and called and panicked. During an overnight thunderstorm (and way past curfew at 5 a.m.) I was awakened to the little jerk pushing in the window screen to let himself inside. His only confusion was why I was hugging him so hard.
DRUNK WALKING KITTENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((thud))
I have a friend that has a strong “arm” on their door that seriously pulls the door shut automatically. I think this might be a great idea. It is white and is installed on a white door at the top. That way, when your workman is not thinking about your cats, dogs or toddlers…the door arm is! It looks a lot like this one:
http://www.improvementscatalog.com/imp/10722?cm_mmc=NEXTAG-_-LocksandDoorAccessories-_-2012-_-356176%20WHT&code-macs=MP2XNEXTAG&SourceCode=MP2XNEXTAG&mr:referralID=9621f182-74f2-11e1-ac63-001b2166c2c0
Whoever that was rolling around the back of the crate near the end of the second movie cracked me up! They’re like little wind-up toys, only way, way cuter.
Corbie! I would have had heart failure.
LOL! Agreed! Step, step, fall over. Step, step, back end collapse. Step, waver, step, step…fall down! Hilarious!!
And did you catch the little “make-out” session that had at the 20 second mark? Heeeeeeeee.
I meant to point that out – very passionate and romantic, wasn’t it? 🙂
Tabitha’s little mowglies are still in rolling/scootching mode, but they started covering so much ground under the bed that when I was trying to clean the other day and moved them to the nice, comfy box I had fixed for birthing, Tabitha left them there! (I actually put them back under the bed and left the room only to return to find they were back in the box!) I think Tabitha now appreciates the fact that the box is cut so the babies can’t get out. She’s more into the Maggie-style of mothering…She likes to sit out in the room and actually wanders around the house when I can let her do so. I can only imagine her reaction when the babies start walking!
I would have had a fit if I had discovered the gate was open and a cat was missing!! I’m so glad Corbie was smart enough to know he didn’t need to go far. You do know we would have all descended en masse to help conduct the search had he not showed back up!
Enjoy your post-free week-end!!
When we had a foster go missing last year (Rufus, who climbed over the fence) and I made Fred call the shelter manager to tell her, she just basically shrugged and said “He knows where the food is, he’ll be back!”, and she was right. My concern with Corbie is that he is a beautiful boy but maybe not the smartest (shhhh, don’t tell him I said that!) and I was really afraid he’d be lost forever. Oh, my heart just sinks thinking about it. Gotta go find Corbie and give him a hug!
Robyn, in all your years of fostering, have you ever had one of your cats develop a lumpy/knobby head, which, on inspection turns out to be what looks like linear scabs that, when removed, take a whole (linear)tuft of hair, still attached to scab/scalp, with them? Our neighbour’s cat, whom we adore, has developed these, and I don’t know what’s going on. If he were our cat, we’d take him to the vet, but not sure what to do (besides bring it to the neighbours’ attention) since he’s not.
Also, love the picture of Corbie on his back. Annoyingly beautiful indeed.
You sure they aren’t just scratches?
Maybe that’s all it is. He was recently in a tussle with another cat left him with a slightly torn ear (I almost cried seeing his beautiful delicate ears damaged, but he seems to think it gives him a rakish charm). Maybe there were scratches, too, that are just healing up. I don’t think it’s ringworm anyway.
when I had a scab fall off a cat, the shelter was scared it was ringworm..
Yeah, I’m with Connie in that maybe it could be ringworm, if it keeps occurring. It does sound like he really needs a trip to the vet!
“When their eyes opened, it sounded like a cork coming off a champagne bottle. When their ears popped, it was like “Sproing-oing-oing-oing!” ”
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! Oh my god, Robyn. I almost woke the baby from laughing at that so hard!
I’m only sad I didn’t catch it on video. 😉
What color is Logie going to be? Black, or Gray?
I bet Logie is going to be frosted.. black at the base with gray tipping.. and I bet he is going to be HANDSOME!!
It’s hard to know, but she does seem to be getting darker as time goes by. I do believe she’s going to be gorgeous! 🙂
Talk about bellying up to the milk bar!
Logie’s face looks like a tiny panther. So sweet!
I must be reading this blog too much. Two nights in a row, I have dreamed about kittens!
Now those are the best kind of dreams to have! 🙂
I am pretty sure I got my cat dishes (that look just like yours) at PetSmart.. might have been walmart though. Definitely wasn’t target. So if we venn diagram our thoughts, they must have been at PetSmart.. but then again I bought mine years ago..
and you only have 13? are you sure? did you count recently?? *smirk*
Would you believe I double-checked before I wrote that? 😀 13 it is!
I did not know duck eggs have stronger flavor than chicken. One more I learn here in the blog.
Oh how beautiful these babies … and videos? * sighs in love *
About open doors and cats, would an encyclopedia of spectacular trails. Even better care. Especially with other people circling the house.
A kiss and good weekend, friends!
Logie looks like a little teeny tiny bear! Logie Bear! Oh so cute!
The loony one doesnt care for Corbie? How can anyone not care for Corbie? I love the loonster! He even looks looney when he looks peeved!
Yes, Logie does have an ursine appearance! Teeny little black bearcat. Too cute.
If I lived in your house, they’d be featuring me in an episode of Intervention. I’d be sitting around huffing kitten belleh all day long!
When Philo, now 5, was a baby, and I’d had a stressful day, I’d go home and tell him I needed to huff a kitten. I’d pick him up and sniff his fur. Nowadays, he’s large and pear-shaped, and no longer tolerates being picked up to huff, so now I pick up his little sister, year-and-a-half Maggie, who’s apparently going to be a very small cat.
Interesting that both Philo and Maggie have been with us since a very young age (Philo since the age of 2 weeks, Maggie since the age of 3 weeks) and neither one knew a mommy for very long, and yet both of them keep their fur immaculate. Philo in particular has very pleasant-smelling fur.
I’m a crazy cat lady, aren’t I?
I lurve that snack video! Dishes must pile up over there, huh? 😉 Worth it! What a bunch of chunky, happy kitties.
Robyn, Bonnie from GoodEarthSpa (or Edentia Farms on YT) has some great videos of her flocks and also egg candling. She’s currently hatching a few emu eggs for the first time, so that is a very neat thing to watch too… here are a few links
Egg Candling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3_auUfGL38&feature=plcp&context=C458dba4VDvjVQa1PpcFO7AxoHxZSuTf16ejwzmiNEGhdA909Ja34=
Emu Egg Intro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsIwOgoBFs&feature=plcp&context=C4ffbbfbVDvjVQa1PpcFO7AxoHxZSuTfmqP8bN4MCvxCcPrPJxE-A%3D
Birds Birds Birds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pwnPehPxIo&feature=plcp&context=C488a121VDvjVQa1PpcFO7AxoHxZSuTV5H2rk67_FUXXS0oc_rIqk%3D
And.. did I forget to mention… kitties
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHo0T7A8log&feature=plcp&context=C466796bVDvjVQa1PpcFO7AxoHxZSuTf5KRpQEk2U05IK2exJrptc%3D
I’ve got one of the green kitty plates as well & I’m pretty sure it came from Target. (There is a PetSmart in our region, but it’s not in my immediate area, so I know I didn’t get the plate there.)
Aww, I love drunken kittens!