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Pita’s got a complaint, and Crouton has a blep.
Babka’s gonna figure out this track toy if it’s the last thing she does.
Pita’s all “Paws UP, y’all!”
I think they spend more time climbing on the Fruittasan than hanging out inside it.
Though Ciabatta kindly went in and struck a pose for me.
Crouton checks the drop to the floor and Pumpernickel is all “Don’t be a baby, it’s not that far.”
But she stayed where she was.
Mama has a snooze.
Pita bites the crown bed (because everything’s a toy.)
And then she gives Pumpernickel the ol’ chomperoo.
Mama told the kids they had to get summer jobs, so Pumpernickel’s going to work at Nacho’s Fish Market, and looks like Pita will be right next door at the Burger Barn!
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Alice Mo enjoys a little sunshine.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Pumpernickel’s all “Get a load of THESE beans, innernets.”
One year ago today these cutie pies (Joni – formerly Joanie – on the left and Marcy – formerly Marsali – on the right) were adopted and went home! (Marsali was one of the Outlander Clan kittens, adopted as a kitten and returned about 8 months later. Joanie wasn’t one of our former fosters, but she’d been with Marsali since they were kittens, so of course we took her too). They were only with us for about two weeks before they were adopted here locally, and they are doing great (and are SO loved!) in their forever home.
(More pictures and the full update on [yesterday]’s blog post)
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Pita “discovered” a toy baguette (which has been kicking around the room for a few weeks now), and has decided that it’s super fun and super cool. Also, her playing is making a couple of the other kittens skitter and floof, which is a bonus.
This is not the first time I’ve walked in on this situation – Crumpet on top of the crate with a couple of nursing kittens – it’s just the first time I’ve managed to get a picture of it in progress before Crumpet got up and came to me to be petted (and to tell me how she’s starving to death.)
You might be wondering “When are those kittens going to be weaned?” and the answer depends on how you define “weaned.” If by “weaned” you mean “eating solid food”, then they are weaned. All of them are eating solid food in the form of canned and kibble. If by “weaned” you mean “not nursing,” then I think that’s scheduled for about the twelfth of never.
Mothers nearly never stop allowing kittens to nurse* while they’re with us, and the nursing usually continues until either (1) they’re separated, or (2) I put a onesie on Mama to stop the kittens from accessing the milk bar (I do not love to do that, and usually only do so if I know Mama is going to be adopted first; I prefer their milk to be dried up before they go home.) Crumpet’s milk doesn’t need to be dried up before she’s spayed, and she will continue to produce milk after she’d spayed, as long as kittens are nursing. She has several places where she can get away from kittens if she’d like – and she does very occasionally – and she has zero qualms about telling them the milk bar is closed. I like to let kittens nurse as long as Mama lets them because if it doesn’t bother her, then what business is it of mine?
*Except for Katriane (now Neko) who kicked those kittens off the milk bar as soon as she knew they were eating fine on their own. One of a kind, that girl.
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I accidentally woke up Pumpernickel, and apparently he woke up not knowing who or where he was (I can relate), so he had to sit and think about it for a bit. He gave me a couple of squeaky meows before he resulted the the heart-melting silent meows. That boy knows how to play it.
Ciabatta is just the sweetest, gentlest little dude.
Good night innernets. (I think Pita partied a little too hard today. She is out COLD.)
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Previously
2023: No entry.
2022: No entry.
2021: Can you believe these muffins are FOUR weeks old today?
2020: The light blue eyes and the little smile make Pablo quite loonariffic.
2019: Happy as a clam.
2018: Katarina, exposing that soft tuxie belly.
2017: No entry.
2016: No entry.
2015: “Why do my paws feel WET???”
2014: Mariette can’t believe you just said that.
2013: “MAMA I AM STARVING WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUU?!”
2012: For future reference (although I’m sure I’ll never remember this), it’s apparently at the 3 1/2 week mark when the kittens lose their fear and start seriously venturing forth from their safe place.
2011: No entry.
2010: I don’t know what the number is that determines crazy cat lady-hood, but I’ve got to say that two can’t possibly be the number. That’s hardly even cat PERSON level, right there.
2009: Beulah thinks this is the MOST FUN EVER, and she crawls up on the back of my leg and hangs on for the ride.
2008: No entry.
2007: I ain’t cleaning the frickin’ floors in this house ever again
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
“Mama told the kids they had to get summer jobs, so…” —- HAHA!! That struck me very funny this morning.
Also — there’s a lot of good stuff in the 2007 entry. Snood!
P.S. In today’s “And up went Pumpernickel!” picture, I think that’s actually still Crouton up there on that Fruitasan! Just sayin’ 🙂
I think you’re right, that’s still Crouton.
(I have not played Snood in FOREVER!)