Haven’t read the whole post yet ’cause I can’t get past the HALF HOUR DRIVE??!!?? I’ve never had a cat who would shut the f— up for one second when in the car. I probably would have killed a cat if I had to drive with them for 30 minutes.
I will admit that my preferred vet lives half an hour from here, but unless it’s one of the cats who has a real ISSUE (hello, Miz Poo, I’m looking at you!), or we need to get a cat in pretty quickly for testing and neutering (Rupert), we generally take the cats to a vet who lives five minutes up the road. When I have to take a foster or fosters to the vet that Challenger’s House uses (the aforementioned vet who’s half an hour away), I usually put them in the back of the car and cover their carrier with a towel. That doesn’t keep them completely quiet – there are still complaints – but it seems to keep them a bit calmer.
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I love the Tater names (and the Taters too)! And I’ve learned that there are other potatoes besides white, red and russet! You would think, as much as I watch food and cooking channels, that this would not be new to me… 🙂
So let me go ahead and suggest “The ‘Maters” for the next litter. With the number of heirloom tomatoes out there, you could name a litter of 6 or 8 easily!
and
Some of these are rather hilarious. I am picturing a kitten named Banana Legs or Dingwall Scotty.
I love this idea so very, very much. I think this whole Summer there’s going to have to be a garden theme for the fosters who come through!
Also:
The name “Dingwall Scotty” makes me want to have another KID, forget about kittens…
And off topic mostly, but the other day my son said something and I corrected his pronunciation. He said, “Whatever. You say ‘tomato,’ I say ‘potato.'” He had no idea why I was laughing so hard.
This made me guffaw! Kids. Gotta love ’em. 🙂
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LOVE that pink kitten feeder…what a great idea. 🙂
I also have a blue one, and a red one, too! Cyndi (and Mo, Tus, and Wally) sent the pink and blue ones a few months ago. Before that, I’d been using muffin top pans to feed the fosters at snack time, but I was having an issue with the pans getting rusty around the edges due to being washed so often. These chip and dip containers are not only cute and give each kitten their own little segment, but hold up well and don’t mind being washed every day.
The red one is a bigger one someone sent me last Winter, and if I ever reinstate snack time for the permanent residents, I’m going to use that. It’ll give the big cats even more space, and there won’t (theoretically) be hissing and smacking at snack time!
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Question for you guys with lots of kitten knowledge: When do you worry about the wrestling kittens do? We have one kitten from one litter, and two new kittens we’re fostering this week, and they’ve started playing with each other (after 3 days) but my 9 year old son is very concerned they’re hurting each other. (They’re not – it’s that playful “pounce, roll, flip, release, chase and your turn to pounce now” thing) but I was trying to explain when he should try and separate them (they stay in his room at night cause the permanents aren’t thrilled yet) and it’s really hard to explain when the flat ears no holds barred play looks so real! I’m assuming that they’ll actually try and get away when it’s real and/or cry, but I don’t really know when to intervene myself! The two new babies, are a couple of weeks older but seem bigger than the one singleton, part of that cause they’ve got Maine Coon in them and they’re MUCH floofier! But they’re not mean and I honestly don’t think any of them want to hurt each other.
I – and a few other people – answered this in the comments, but I really like McFinn’s suggestion on how to help reassure your son regarding the play-fighting:
Maybe you could find a bunch of clips of kittens play fighting on Youtube and show him that it’s normal behavior. It used to make me nervous too since the cats I grew up pretty much ignored each other.
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How on earth do you find the strength to take those babies to Petsmart? I adore the Noms and I’ll miss them terribly! On that note, that’s why I don’t foster, I’d never get rid of any! (says the lady with 14 cats……)
Like Connie said, if you don’t take back the old ones, they don’t give you new ones!
But seriously, it’s never fun to take them to Petsmart, and the more frightened they are, the harder it is. But I know that it’s for the best – they all deserve to be in homes where there’s not a possibility they’ll be overlooked in the crowd, like they could be here – and sooner or later all my fosters have been adopted. It hurts and I seriously miss them a lot for a few days, but the pain fades.
The pain of having to take them to Petsmart is the price we have to pay for all the good parts!
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Is Rupert gonna be a permanent resident?
He seems pretty determined to stick around, so I guess I’ll have to say the answer is yes. He’s gone from a frightened scaredy cat to a self-proclaimed Crooked Acres ambassador. If someone stops by, he moseys over to check them out. I looked out the other day, and he was rolling around under one of the fruit trees, being petted by our next door neighbor. Fred is certainly smitten with him! He’s quite the character.
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And on Penny-watch… How in the heck do you know if a cat is pregnant or simply faking it? She has a rounded belly bulge (and not a bit of fat on her anywhere else). She walks a little low to the ground and appears to sway a bit while doing it. I *think* I might have felt a kitten bulge last night, but I’m so inexperienced it might just be her gall bladder or something (if cats even have gall bladders). If she’s game-playing, she’s a master. It got her out of the shelter and will get some lucky family a fabulous cat. My son has already asked to keep her.
This is from Kelly, and as I told Kelly I’m not the one to ask about this – I’m sure we all remember Maura, who was never actually pregnant despite the fact that Fred swore he was counting kitten heads in her belly the day before we found out she was a big faker! But if anyone has words of advice on the topic, feel free to speak up!
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I’m still absolutely enchanted by Russett. Why, he looks like Gates McFadden in Star Trek: the Next Generation. As a kitten.
I can kind of see the resemblance!
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Do you think Russet will keep those BEAUTIFUL blue eyes?
It’s hard to know! He’s at least 9 weeks old now, and I’m pretty sure that their eyes have usually changed by that point, so I’m thinking he’s going to keep them. The little Taters are 2 – 3 weeks younger than he is, and the girls’ eyes have completely changed already.
I hope that all the blue-eyed orange boys keep their blue eyes! It’s a really striking look, isn’t it?
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Robyn, I’m sure you’ve seen this (or that one of your commenters has already mentioned it to you), but I think they had you in mind when this t-shirt was made.
Too perfect!
I actually hadn’t seen that! And it’s very “me,” for sure! If only it came in a color other than Navy, I’d probably have already ordered one. 🙂
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Russet just kills me dead. SO! CUTE! AND! FLUFFY!!!! BTW, if you put boots, a hat and a sword on Agata, Dreamworks will sue you for copyright infringement. 😉
That is SO true. Agata and Fianna and their huge eyes just kill me dead!
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Hi Robyn… I introduced your blog to my sister Fri night during a marathon “like only sisters can do” telephone call and I spent quite some time giving her the tour… When we got to your naming the litter routine, she suggested Constellations in the sky! Maybe it’s already been done, but was worth a shout out ~ not to mention I needed just ONE MORE LOOK (only one!!!) at Russet!
I love that idea, but I am pretty sure – actually, almost positive – that another Challenger’s House foster mom has used constellations before. However, there must be names that she didn’t use, so I’m going to add this to my list of naming ideas!
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So Robyn, are the Noms kept separate from these new babes or do you have one big nursery going and they all play together?
The Noms have the run of the house 24/7 now, and will until they go off to Petsmart. The Taters are locked in the foster room upstairs, and will be for at least another week (though Russet and Norland have both slipped out of the foster room without my realizing it!)
Cicero is in a cage in the guest bedroom and will stay there until he can be Combo tested in a couple of weeks.
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Speaking of cats’ eyes, are Rupert’s eyes the same color? In some pictures they look the same, but in other pictures one looks more blue-ish than the other. Probably just shadows and all, but still wondering.
As far as I can tell, Rupert’s eyes are the same color. He is shifty eyed and not prone to allow much direct eye contact, though. 🙂
To piggyback onto the question about keeping cats away from wool rugs, if anyone has any suggestions for trimming down the little tufts they’ve pulled up, I’m all ears. Fabric shavers (like this one ) don’t work because they’re designed to separate little pills of floof, and this is something where I need to actually trim the bits of carpet the cats have clawed out. I also tried an electric shaver (like for legs) and a set of dog-grooming clippers with no luck. I know I need to just give up on the rug as a lost cause – they’ll lie right next to the scratching posts and pads that I set out, and scratch the carpet instead – but I really like it and am not ready to let go of it just yet…
Would a pair of nail scissors work, or are the tufts too big for that? Readers, suggestions??
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Kennebec looks like he is talking on the phone in that picture with the cat toy, “Hello?! Customer service? I haz a COMPLAINT.”
“HALLO, YES, SECURITY? Please escort this kitten out. I bit her on the butt and now she’s following me around trying to do the same to me and I WILL NOT HAVE IT!”
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A little Maine lore for the Taters — Norlands is the name of an estate owned by the Washburn family in Maine, who included several Congressmen and governors and the guy who invented the typewriter and sold the patent to Mr. Remington for $500. You can see it at www.norlands.org and last time I was there I met a barn cat who was, yes, orange. Kennebec is a river and a county where the state capital (Augusta) is located, and every spring there are betting pools on what day will be “ice-out” on the river. Agata is probably related to the northern Maine town of St. Agatha (since it’s so close to Canada they pronounce it the French way, “seine t’aGAHT”). The original St. Agatha is known as “Santo Gato” (Saint Cat) in the Pyrenees, and is said to appear in the form of a cat on her feast day, Feb. 5.
So not only are they Taters, they’re NORTHERN Taters!
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And DANG, what happened in your garden during May?
Sunshine and heat. Imagine how it would have looked if we’d had a decent amount of rain!
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Robyn, you HAVE to tell us more about Cicero. The girl rescued him as in a doggie had him in his mouth like a plaything? As in life or death? Where’s his poor mama? 🙁 I know you will take good care of him. Thank goodness for your neighbor (and for YOU!)
I don’t think they know where his mama is – though they’re going to keep an eye out for her and for siblings to Cicero. I’m not sure whether the dog actually had Cicero in his mouth or not, but I can tell you that he isn’t injured at all, thankfully!
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Connie-If you want to direct me to a link I will check it out. I don’t do Facebook though.
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The Noms sure do love that Jakie.
Last night I was walking out of the bathroom, and Jake went running by with Logie hot on his heels. A moment later, they went racing by with Logie in the lead.
Logie fits nicely in the hammock on the cat tree in the front room.
Darwin, disapproving.
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Norland is an expert escape artist. I found him rolling around in the big fireplace in the dining room. Which we haven’t used in a couple of years, mind you, but it’s not exactly super clean, as you can see by his nose.
Another shot of his pretty blue eyes. You can see by his paws that he was in the process of kneading. I wasn’t even touching him, he was just laying up against me, purring up a storm.
Kennebec in the wall basket with his sisters.
Fianna takes a look to see what’s what.
Then rests her paw on Agata’s head while she takes a bath.
Agata was all “Stoooop, I’m trying to sleeeeep.”
Pretty girl.
Also a pretty girl.
They fit nicely in that basket.
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Yesterday, I moved Cicero from his carrier to a cage in the guest bedroom. That orange stuffed cat behind him is a Snuggle Kittie. There’s a battery-run “heart” that you can turn on and tuck into a pocket in the underside of the cat that simulates a mama kitty’s heartbeat. Soon after I moved him into the cage, I peeked in, and he was sitting on top of the Snuggle Kittie kneading and purring. Kill me dead, why don’tcha?
“You must be here to give me food!”
Yesterday morning I mixed some canned kitten food with formula and put it on a plate for him. He wasn’t interested until I put some of it in his mouth, and then he was VERY excited. He ate more than I expected, and mid-afternoon when I went in to feed him, he saw me put the plate down, stomped out of his cage as soon as I opened the door, and ate almost every bit of the food on the plate.
Then he explored the room for a while before I cleaned him up and put him back in his cage.
His eyes look like that because I’d just put Terramycin in his eyes. He’s kind of a sweet little mess, that one, but he looks a trillion times better than he did when we got him.
When they handed him over Tuesday evening, he was cool to the touch even though he was wrapped in a blanket. Even after we got him warmed up, he wasn’t interested in eating. After he’d been sleeping for a few hours, I reached in to take him out and offer him some more formula, and I could see that he was breathing, but couldn’t wake him up. I was so sure that he was not going to last much longer, but he did eventually wake up. I got formula into him, and when I got up at 1 in the morning to check on him and give him more formula, he was so bright-eyed and happy that he was like another kitten entirely.
He’s such a sweet boy that I think I’ve kissed him about 3,000 times since Tuesday. Lucky for me, he likes kisses!
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I keep forgetting – have I ever mentioned that Corbie is the MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY EVER? Probably not, huh?
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Previously
2011: Seven random facts about me.
2010: No entry.
2009: Brudderly love.
2008: No entry.
2007: The kittens continue with their skittishness but last night I got Tina Louise to come over and sniff my hand.
2006: No entry.
2005: And then I see Flossie’s worried little face, and I think “She is just unbearably cute. SHE’s my favorite.”
I love how all the kitties are “in school”: kintergarten, elementary, junior high and senior high. And the permanents are college students and adults. And Ms. Poo and Spanky are granny and grampy. Then there the “toughies”, the outdoor cats. I wanna write a story about them.
LOL, Grammy and Grampy!
Please post a link when you’ve written it!!
🙂
I would totally read that!
Don’t you just love the look in Cicero’s eyes in that first shot of him lapping up his breakfast?!!
I thought the Noms were born like, just last weekend. How’d they get so big?
Don’t you just love it when cats do that switcheroo when they are chasing around? Always cracks me up…
Cicero is such a gorgeous sweet mess…that tiny stiped tail gets me…please give him a million extra kisses from me!
Dear Corbie…too bad he’s so homely…
Re: trimming a rug…you need to look at applique scissors or sewing scissors with offset handles. They are sharp, meant for cutting fabric/thread, and the offset allows you to get them flat against the rug instead of at an angle.
Excellent suggestion!!!
Oh good heavens… I’ll trade you a faking pregnant calico and the human child of your choice for Norland and Cicero.
Penny is still very secretive, but if I had to bet I’d bet on not pregnant. Hard to tell though. She has some symptoms, doesn’t have others. She’d eat wet food all day, but doesn’t care much for the crunchy variety and will semi-starve rather than eat it. She’s rounded, but doesn’t appear to be getting bigger (although it’s hard to tell since I’m with her everyday). Every time I think I feel a kitten, I convince myself that it’s an internal organ or a rib or something that belongs to Penny instead. BUT, in the entire time I’ve known her I have NEVER seen her in any of the nesting boxes or even trying to hide at all. Penny spends nearly 24/7 in front of the windows, watching the world. Today, I had to search for her and found her in one of the boxes… so things are changing up a bit.
Also, girlfriend is desperate to get out of quarantine. We take her to other areas of the house with doors so she won’t come in contact with other cats. Satisfied her for a bit to spend more time with us, but now she just wants to be on the other side of the door.
Tabitha paid no attention to the lovely boxes I set up for her, and gave no signs of labor, so it was a total surprise the morning I walked into her room and heard the squeal of a newborn kitten! She was under the bed (of course) in the smallest (of course) of the kitty beds I had put under there. I pursuaded her to move to the bigger (and dryer) bed the next day. But she paid no attention to a box until a couple of weeks later, when the kittens were getting more mobile and she realized she could contain them in the box and escape to the bed to look out the window and relax! Smart girl, that one! 😉
LOL
I am not familiar with pregnant cats whatsoever. A thought just popped into my head though. Would she let you use a tape measure or even a piece of string to measure her midsection every couple of days to see if it changes?
That Cicero is a little cutie.
Love your Friday wrap ups. 🙂
The sleeping thing made me think of Silver. She was about that size (though with an adopted momma cat) when I walked into check on them. She was out – not moving, nothing. I picked her up and she just went limp. I was this (-) close to panic – when her head snapped up and she read me the baby riot act – meep meep meep meeeeep!!!! Babies – built in heart stoppers. 🙂
Kittens sleep HARD!
Amen!!!! I have been panicked a few times myself!!!
When I rescued Maufry from a freeway underpass, we got her home and got all the oil and gunk and blood (!) cleaned off of her, fed her some formula because I thought she was only about 3-4 weeks old, showed her where the litter box was, then shut the door to let her explore the room and calm down. I came back in an hour or two later, and she was sprawled (in a doesn’t-look-like-sleeping-at-all pose) next to the litter box.
I called, “Kitty kitty” a few times from the doorway, not wanting to scare her, and made the kissy-noises trying to get her attention. Then I called, at normal volume, for my son to come, because I thought if she was dead there was no way I was going to be able to pick her up. I made my way slowly to where she was lying, calling and stomping and making the “tch-tch-tch-tch” noises all the way. Nothing. There were actually tears in my eyes as I reached down to touch her, expecting to find her cold and stiff.
When I finally touched her, she flew two feet straight up in the air, floofed herself up to 18 times her normal size, and made noises that she must have learned from watching B-level horror movies. She dang near took my eyeballs out, and then I had to go change my pants. I felt sorry for scaring her at first, but then I felt MORE sorry for how badly SHE had scared ME!
I actually LOL’d!
Me too!
Maufry? I hope her first name is Galli!
That story made me giggle.
It is! Well, actually her full name is Gallimaufry (which really annoyed the ladies at the vet’s office) but we call her Maufry.
We had been considering Candle, because she has a little flame-mark on her forehead, or Ivy, because she grew on me so quickly (when I found her clinging to the wall of the underpass, I took her straight to the Humane Society. I was waiting for the line to move when I decided I’d just go ahead and keep her). But Candle wouldn’t work because we already have a Cambria, who goes by Cam, so the sounds were just too similar. And despite its accuracy, she’s just really not an “Ivy.” (We tried it out for a few days.)
So she was nameless for a week or so, during which time I started reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I came across the word “gallimaufry” and was all geeked out because it was the first “I’ve never heard that word, what’s it mean?” moment I had since I was about 15 (except for technical jargon and such). When I looked it up and found out the meaning – a mixed bag or hodge-podge – it seemed to fit her so perfectly that there was no way I could NOT use it. I am now constantly on the lookout for words that I’ve never encountered before (that are not neologisms or jargon), so I can have names ready for my next hundred or so kittens… (c:
Jakie and the Noms. Sounds like a rock band!
“J-J-J-Jakie and the Noms…” (apologies to Sir Elton)
Small scissors work for the rug, and I do use them on my throw rugs, but I should have mentioned that this is a 12 by 14 foot rug, and the “picks/pulls” are ALL over it. There is only one small chair that the cats can’t get under, so underneath that is the only protected area. It seems like they rotate around the room to make sure no thread goes unpulled. The only rug they DON’T claw on is the one that the little (dumb) dog has peed on every square inch of, and which is now in my garage waiting for big-item-trash day. *sigh*
I got down on my hands and knees one day with the scissors but after nearly an hour had only managed to trim up less than two square feet, and with my chronic back issues… yeah, that’s not happening. (I’d actually bite the bullet and do it, if I knew I’d only have to do it the once, but I know it’ll continue to be an issue, so I keep hoping someone will invent a rug-mower or a magic spray that only disintegrates the sticky-uppy threads…)
(And of five cats, only one of them will tolerate the SoftPaws nail caps. In fact, I seriously thought I was going to need stitches when I tried to put them on my fraidy-cat Cassie! She clawed me UP. She’s a sweetie, but man, she was NOT fooling around.)
I wonder if one of those big fabric shavers would work? I’ve seen them in the Improvements catalog before, I think. They’re sized to use on furniture, and I keep saying I’m going to get one, because Trixie and Jinx think my parsons chairs around the dining room table are their own matching set of scratching posts, despite all the Sticky Paws tape I’ve wrapped them in. My sweater shaver just isn’t up to the task, sigh…
I tried one that was specially marketed for furniture; the “blade” part was about as big as my closed fist. But all it was was a bigger, more powerful version of the kind for sweaters – which is to say, it works wonders for lint and fur and fabric-balls, but not for actual frayed threads.
If I had a bit more ambition, I’d just invent one…
PS sorry but in the last of the basket pictures, Fianna looks as if she’s thinking, “Good Lord, woman, put some pants on!” lol
I think we all love Jakie. Loony or not.
Cicero is just deadly with cute, isn’t he? I mean, when your plate is bigger than you are, it’s drop dead cute.
I think Rupert sounds like a great addition. He’s clearly made his intentions known.
And yeah, Corbie’s not ugly. I think that you’ve mentioned that before.
The sight of little tiny Cicero on his plate tugged my heartstrings so hard that tears popped out of my eyes!
What a little ragamuffin!
It sounded like a close shave for the little guy when he was first rescued. I’m so glad he pulled through!
All the other kittens are gorgeous, also. The Noms are looking more and more like their mom every day… and she was gorgeous.
Finally, Jake! My love my love! Those photos of him with two of the Noms on the bed is the definition of ‘snuggling’!
Finally, what’s the story with that stunning cat at the end? I belive you call him Corbie. I don’t believe I recall seeing him on your blog before. What a beautiful cat!!
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Sorry for the two “finally’s”. I suffered a mild concussion yesterday and it’s taking it’s toll…
I’d suggest getting some rest but I’m not sure if you’re supposed to for mild concussions…
Yep. Rest and acetiminophen. I’m going to do that now, ma’am! (I just got back from a doctor’s appointment I couldn’t miss)
It’s official! I am in love with Cicero!
Cicero’s story just chokes me up. I would be carrying him around everywhere in my comfy little pocket!
Me too, but something tells me squirming would be a problem…
Cicero’s story is great. I’m sure he is very grateful to you for taking him in. Just like we are grateful for this blog. Thanks 🙂
Oh, and is there a listing of all the themes you’ve already used or is that list WAY too long. I’d love to think of a theme idea but being new here have no idea what’s already been done.
HI folks! Thanks so much for all the kind words yesterday. Unfortunately, Maggie has been diagnosed as a hyperthyroid kitty. So, she’ll be starting medication soon that she’ll be taking twice a day. This is wonderful because she’s constantly convinced that everyone is trying to kill her, so lifetime meds should go well. 😛
I’ll have her on her new medication for the next four weeks and then we’ll take her levels again. We’ll also need to check her kidneys because sometimes trying to improve the thyroid issue will also unmask kidney disease. Whee…
Eventually, when all of this is resolved, we’ll finally be able to get her back in for the surgery she was supposed to be having yesterday.
Thanks again for all of your words of support. Robyn, I was thrilled to hear about the success with the well! I can’t wait for an update from the fishies 😀
Yes, I was going to have the radio-active iodine treatment done on my kitty to kill the tumor on her thyroid to cure her hyperthyroidism. They did kidney tests first which revealed her renal failure, thus the procedure could not be done. Give her extra kisses.
I have a hyperthyroid kitty also. She was diagnosed last year, and yes, she has the beginnings of CRF. She’s pretty much unpillable except by tricking her with pill pockets (she’s a Bengal, so is an adament little things. But that also makes her a little piggie so the pill pockets work).
I just give her one-half of a pill pocket as a treat, then give her two halves with her pills, then give her a couple of hard treats to clean her teeth and reward her. The hard treats are Royal Canin Veterinary Treats which are relatively low phosphorus (for her CRF) and iodine (for her thyroid).
I’d recommend that you experiment with flavors because she rejected the Salmon flavor pill pockets. She only likes the chicken and the duck flavors of pill pockets, and the duck flavor has been discontinued. But there’s still the chicken flavor!
Another alternative for you might be to give the meds to Maggie transdermally. That’s an ointment you smear on the inside of her ear. That worked well for my reprobate for about 6 months but then she got allergic dermatitis.
Good luck with Maggie!
Cicero looks like he needs a lot of kissing. Keep up the good work.
I’m in the bloo-oog, I’m in the blooo-ooog. (happy dance)
I swear I’m not a skimmer, I heart you and read you religiously, but – have you not done Lord of the Rings names yet??! As an uber-geeky cat lady I must say that the possibilities are endless – Aragorn for the handsome rogue kitteh of any color (mad crush on Viggo here), Frodo for the intrepid and adventurous runt of the litter, Sauron for the devilish one. Oh! And Galadriel if you have an imperious white female, and just picture Samwise as a fat and affable orange tabby – C’mon, folks, amirite?? Love you Robyn, keep up the great work! 8o)
Seconded! In fact, as I think about this, I am looking at my grey Old Man and wondering if it’s too late to change his name from Packer to Gandalf.
And if you manage to ever run out of LOTR names (a few thousand kittens later), you could start borrowing from Game of Thrones. Particularly if you were to get a litter (or two litters) that had a solid black male and solid or mostly white female – Drogo and Da… you know, I have tried six different ways to spell her name and can’t get it right. The ultra-blonde dragon queenlet. You know who I mean. (But careful, because Drogo is also a LOTR name IIRC.)
I had a Pippin kitten as my most recent foster. He was very much like Pippin the hobbit–he was tiny, he loved to eat, and he was always such a goofball! Knocking things over and falling off the furniture. I miss him! I hope his adopters kept his name.
I agree with Doodle Bean. The picture of little Cicero’s face as he’s eating got to me, too. But we all know he’s in good hands with you and Fred. 🙂
Cicero is the most adorable little ragamuffin!
Love Jakie and the Noms!
If those orange boys do keep those blue eyes, oh my cod… they’ll be adopted before you can get them in the door!
OMG! Cicero on the plate! He is the cutest little thing! Thank you so much for rescuing him and making him all better.
And Jakie — I think he might be my favorite permanent resident…today, at least….
I love, love, love Taters!! We had a cat in our neighborhood we nicknamed ‘Tater which was actually short for “Agitator” because he loved to come around and annoy our indoor-only cats. My husband loved to open the door and yell “TAY-TOOOOOR!!” to shoo him away. Once again, your website has brightened my day!
Hi All, I need some advice.
My Sweetpea, the Bengal, has hyperthyroidism and is responding well to medication… but my vet told me yesterday that Hill’s Scientific now has a food out for hyperthyroid kittehs.
I have two sets of questions:
1.) Has anyone tried the food on hyperthyroid cats who also have the beginnings of CRF? What have been your experience? Do the cats like it? Any results yet?
2.) Has anyone successfully fed a food-aggressive cat a different diet to another cat in the house? I understand that Sweetpea can ONLY eat the hyperthyroid food. I mention that she is a Bengal so you know she is insanely bossy and is food aggressive. Right now, the only way I can make sure she lets Fuzz eat is to have 2 free-feeding stations. She has claimed both, but only defends one so Fuzz can eat at the other.
Anyone out there have any advice for me? I haven’t made up my mind yet because a.) I don’t know if it will be possible to keep her out of Fuzz’s food (which she sees as *her* food!) b.) I’m disabled and don’t know if I could handle the extra work (free feeding works well for me since I use automatic feeders. I only have to bend down once a week or so).
Thanks for any advice you can give me!
I’m *so* glad that a little mess like Cicero gets to stay with a kind person like you. You’ll get him all fixed up and sturdy. I guess he needed a SUPER INTENSE nap to recover from his ordeal.
I love that Cicero is eating in an orange FiestaWare plate!!! She is adorable.
While looking for Molly we saw a whole litter of that color orange kittens! I was so tempted, but thought a new puppy was enough to start with!! is this the yeaar of the orange cat? and it seems it is a different shade of orange, but guess it will change as they get older!! I am always drawn to the fluffy long haired kittens with “floof” in their ears. (thinking of Gus)