Funny, I was just wondering if y’all had put in a Newt post in the new backyard since he loves them so much. Come to think of it, the magnificent Khal on a post (of sorts) is also one of your finest photos.
Oh, I had forgotten that picture of Khal. That was in the old days when he wanted nothing to do with me – I had to take that picture through the window, and when I stepped outside to see if I could get a better shot, he was OUTTA there.
On our lengthy list of things to do eventually is to put a post in the back yard. I don’t know if Newt will climb it, but I have a strong feeling that Charlie would LOVE to sit atop a post and watch the goings-on!
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Robyn, do you still have to supplement Mike?
I had stopped for a few days because he was refusing the bottle, but he really wasn’t gaining as much as he should have been, so I switched to a different formula and after a day or so of sticking the bottle in his mouth every few hours, he decided it wasn’t so bad. Sometimes he latches right on to the bottle and drinks a bunch, and sometimes he chews on the nipple a bit and then refuses it. But he’s gaining well now, so he’ll be getting the bottle (or at least I’ll offer it to him) until he’s eating solid food on his own.
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Just checked youtube on that Alice Mo song – discovered the ear worm has been stuck in my head for a decade. Congratulations and happy birthday on an internationally decade lasting song – joining illuminati such as “Call me Maybe” and “gangnam style.”
Can you even believe it’s been more than 10 years? I have to admit, of the 10,500 views probably 9,000 of them are mine. I listen to it at least twice every time I post it!
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Your lovely backyard picture of Khal made me wonder, did Fred get his peach trees? Do you have a veg garden, or a tomato patch? (Your potted flowers are beautiful, btw!)
I need to get out there and take some pictures – but yes, we have a vegetable garden (though it’s mostly done and over now), which included squash, tomatoes and peppers. We learned that the corner of the back yard wasn’t the best location for a vegetable garden (it doesn’t get enough sun), so we’ll be planting in a different location next year. We didn’t get peach trees – Fred decided they were too much of a pain – but have a couple of pear trees, apple trees, muscadines (grapes) and several fig bushes. Oh, and a couple of blueberry bushes. (None of the fruit trees/bushes bore fruit this year, except for a couple of apples which aren’t ripe yet.)
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Francesca’s got a sleepy (and an attitude.)
Mike’s expression as he gazes out at the big wide world is KILLING me. And Gus is all “No! Don’t go out there! It’s not safe!”
She just LOVES that pie plate. And Kim pie is my favorite!
Another look, and Nacho is all “Nope. Just not ready yet.”
That is one full lap of kittens.
It’s a Saul pie in the sun. (My favorite!)
Lalo loves to roll around on his back.
Once Mike is done with his bottle, I always offer it to the others. Usually they’ll lick at the nipple and swallow the formula that gets in their mouth, but they haven’t been very interested. Then ALL OF A SUDDEN, Lalo was like “THIS IS FABULOUS!” and latched on and slurped down a decent amount. I’ll be interested to see if the other kittens follow suit.
Mike and Lalo in my lap, getting a bath from Mama.
Gus, having Deep Thoughts.
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An old shot of Dewey so that y’all don’t forget what a pretty boy he is!
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
“Hiiiiii innernets!” I am pleased to report that Mike has now more than doubled his weight! He was 4.2 ounces (119 g) when I got him two weeks ago, and he now weighs a solid 9 ounces (255 g.) Of course he’s still just a little guy compared to the current heaviest member of the litter, Saul, who weighs 15.7 ounces (445 g) but I suspect that in the weeks to come he’ll catch up.
Check out former foster Jack-Jack (formerly Jamie!) in a rare still moment. ❤️
(Thanks Michael!)
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I cranked up the sound on this a bit. Listen to that little purr! Nothing makes that boy happier than a full belly and a belly rub.
I’ve noticed a few comments asking when I’m going to let the kittens leave the crate. They can leave whenever they’d like – I’m not detaining them. They’re not under arrest. They know their rights. They’re free to vamoose the crate any time. I suspect it’ll happen in the next day or so! Clockwise from top left: Mike, Gus, Francesca, Lalo.
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For Throw Back Thursday: a compilation of (some of) our bottle babies through the years. (We had more bottle babies than this, but I don’t think I made videos of all the bottle babies in action.) – The Starks (2013), the Squash Bugs (2015), the Half Pints (2019 – they were being supplemented because their mother was so small), and Clyde and Cutey Bunny (2020).
Just a little bit of Catitude* from Saul.
*I would have spelled it “Cattitude,” personally.
Good night innernets. (Francesca & Lalo)
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Previously
2021: “My butt is CLEAN, you don’t gotta keep looking at it!”
2020: There was a kitten gathering, and when d’Artagnan decided he had better places to be, Aramis gave him the ol’ chomperoo on the butt.
2019: Fleur the cutie.
2018: I was weighing kittens, and my assistant Calais decided it was time to do a little filing.
2017: No entry.
2016: Okay, how many kitten-in-the-sun pictures am I going to post?
2015: Gracie.
2014: Then when he saw that it was just me, he gave me the blinkity-blink Eyes of Love, and went back to sleep.
2013: I don’t know what got Norbie all perturbed, but his expression is cracking me UP.
2012: No entry.
2011: “This platform is too smaaaaaall, and everyone keeps trying to cram themselves on the platform wiiiiiiith me, and I don’t liiiiiike it!”
2010: Comfy, are we, Marty?
2009: “HI lady. You got snacks for me?”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: We came back ten minutes later, and this is what we saw.
No, I’m sure it’s because I listen to Alice’s song every single time I see it.
Yes, it should be “Cattitude”!
I wonder if tiny Mike will throw himself out of the crate when the other bigger kittens start to leave it???
Mike’s clickety little purr! <3 <3 Somebody else in the kitten-fostering world once said (paraphrasing as closely as I can) that bitty kitten purrs aren't so much like purrs as they are like tiny Geiger counters, as in click click click, we are radioactively cute! She was so right. 😀
Bouncing to yesterday's video of a talkative Kim, chirpy Kim kinda sounds like Katriane, doesn't she? With the chirpy purry meows. <3 Speaking of Chanter falling in love with the momkitties again. 😛
Oh, Geiger counters – I like that! And I can certainly see a resemblance to Katriane. With Kim being a Siamese mix, I am actually really surprised that she doesn’t talk more. Maybe as the kittens gradually give her more time to herself, she’ll have more to say.
I love all the kittens, but especially Mike! Thank you for taking such good care of them!
oml, Lalo’s nose in that last pic. *B O O P*
I still look at Nacho and think of Norbert with his little Ferrari curves when he looked at the crate opening.
I can totally see that!
“They’re not under arrest. They know their rights.”
HA!!! Love it.
Now we need that Crooked Acre whatever day, at least once in a while. For newer readers, Crooked Acres Thursday, among other things, had lots of photos, stories, and fun facts about the resident (and nonresident) animals. I just opened a random post and found this:
“I keep meaning to tell y’all this – a few weeks ago one of the girl ducks found a way out of the back forty, and Fred had to corner her and pick her up and carry her back into the back forty. While he had hold of her, I got to feel her feet. I always assumed that they’d feel kind of rubbery, but they’re actually really soft and felt kind of neat. If you get a chance to mess with duck feet, I recommend it.”
Oh, those darn ducks. They were always finding some new way to be troublesome! 🙂
But now *I* wanna touch a duck foot!! (Even though boy ducks are kind of a**holes.)
Thank you for taking such good care of little Mike and all the other kittens and their moms. I love all your posts, videos & commentary. I loved the throwback to past bottle babies. In the one of Pattypan it looked like she was wearing a cast or bandage on her right front arm…I mean leg. What had happened and how did things turn out for her?
She had an abscess on her leg when I got her and it required twice-daily warm compresses, dressing changes, and antibiotics. She healed up just fine eventually, but the couple of weeks trying to keep her wound covered gave me FITS. We had to use a combination of gauze covered by Vetrap the tape that sticks to itself, and then cover it in tape. And we had to carefully cut the whole mess off, do the compress, and re-dress everything twice a day. She was a little trouper for the most part, though! And like I said, she healed up just fine. She was a sweetheart (the whole litter was.)