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PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: It’s April 1st, also known as April Fools’ Day. Don’t be suckered in by any pranks!
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Stapler has a Churu.
Chilling out in her harness.
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Yep, Fanta got up there by himself. “Oh, but he’s too small yet to go any further than that,” I said to myself with confidence. “So I won’t worry.”
Sigh.
Sodapop was all “Pretty sure this is your fault, lady.” And of course once Fanta figured it out, the other kittens weren’t far behind.
Poppi.
Sundrop and Poppi.
I haven’t seen any of the kittens on the long shelf that Poppi is looking at, but I’m sure it won’t be long.
Moxie strikes a pose.
I ended up moving that tall cat tree over from the window so that it’s under the cubby Sodapop is standing on top of. The kittens can get up there, too, and if they should lose their balance they’ll end up on the cat tree rather than on the floor.
Sodapop’s keeping a close eye on things.
“This is comfy!” reports Moxie.
“NOW where am I going to go to get away from them?!” wonders Sodapop.
The Luli & Cat socialization team came to visit yesterday! My own personal prediction is that all kittens would hide then mayyyybe Fanta would come out. Boy, was I wrong – it took about two seconds for Sundrop to come out to see what was what, and Fanta wasn’t far behind. They weren’t up for being held, but they enjoyed playing with Da Bird! Sodapop stayed under the bed for most of the visit, but at one point she moved over to the donut tunnel and was sitting so we could see her. Moxie came out eventually to play, and lastly came Poppi, who was quick to run and hide if anything loud happened. But I’m really pleased with how well they did – after all, the kittens have only seen me and Fred (and truthfully, mostly just me) for their entire 8 weeks of life, so to see them come out and play so quickly was reassuring.
They did great, and we always love a visit from the socialization committee!
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Charlie looks like he’s about to be mean here, but he actually flopped down onto his side which startled Stapler, who squeaked and ran off.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
NOTE: Forgotten Felines of Huntsville does not accept applications for kittens until they are 10 weeks old (these guys are 8 weeks old.)
The Pops are 8 weeks old and this is what they look like now! Everyone is over 2 pounds now (they all gained a substantial amount of weight this week, which is what tends to happen when kittens start eating solid food.) You can see their weight chart here. (If you look at the tabs at the bottom, the “comparative weights” tab on the far right will let you see how these guys stack up (weight-wise) against previous litters.)
Stapler is going home next weekend. She’s not going locally – she’s traveling a ways – and so I’ve introduced her to the harness she’ll be wearing while she travels. She was a little dramatic when I first put it on her, but now she handles wearing it just fine.
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Poppi is wearing her crazy pants, and she’s boinging all over the room. Wild thing!
Sodapop’s all “Yep. I’m a cutie!”
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I got out the donut tunnel, and Fanta has decided it’s a REALLY COOL way to get his steps in. Look at him running laps!
Poppi is pretty in (on) pink and she knows it.
Good night innernets. (Fanta. Yes, he got up there by himself. I would have sworn he was too small yet, but what do I know? NOTHIN’.)
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Previously
2024: A Pumpernickel-banana-assorted-bread-products pie with complimentary chattering? Yes, please! (My favorite!)
2023: No entry.
2022: Clover says “Paws UP, y’all!”
2021: Canasta is kind of fascinated by that scratcher – I think she’s a bit baffled by the fact that the kittens can go through the tunnel.
2020: “Are these kittens a prank, lady? They feel like a prank. Come here and let me double-slap you.”
2019: Family portrait, kinda.
2018: “This one’s kinda cute, lady.”
2017: No entry.
2016: Oh, Bert Macklin, did you do too much partying last night?
2015: If YOU were hugely pregnant and had just eaten a large snack, you might find yourself a little belchy, too. DON’T JUDGE.
2014: Eventually, both gum balls ended up at the bottom of the stairs, where I stepped on them.
2013: “Don’t you go riling up my babies, lady.”
2012: “Do NOT boop my nose, lady!”
2011: Ohmygod, SO RUDE, taking pictures of the pregnant lady from behind.
2010: “I! HAZ! A! COMPLAINT!”
2009: Fred thinks Beulah is ugly.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.