Tammy asked if Fergus Simon (heh, I almost called him “Rufus Simon”!) allows belly rubs. Indeed he does – but if there’s too much of it, he’ll eventually sink his teeth and claws into your hand and he’s got a strong little bunny kick that could probably tear your hand to shreds if you’re not quick enough to pull away.
Rebekah asked if the kittens ever squeal when they’re in the litter box. Some of them cry a little when they first get into the litter box. They cry, dig a little, get into position, cry, dig a little more, get into position, cry, and so on. Once they’re actually doing their business, though, they’re usually completely silent. I like to imagine they’re thinking about what good boys (or girl) they are, using the litter box like they’re supposed to!
Thus far I’ve only seen one litter box accident when, I imagine, the kitten couldn’t get to the litter box on time. At this point in time, I am slowly moving the litter boxes toward the closet, a few inches every day. My ultimate goal is to get all the litter boxes in the closet and (I hope) confine the litter scatter to the closet.
Someone – a couple of someones, maybe – asked if Dorothy could/ would become a permanent resident. She will not and can not, because have I mentioned we have 14 cats? Dorothy will go up for adoption after she’s been spayed in a few weeks. Rufus is also not going to become a permanent resident, as space has opened up at Petsmart and I’ll be leaving here in a little while to drop him off.
I’m going to miss Rufus (well, and Dorothy when she goes, of course). Can you believe we’ve had Rufus here for two months now? This is the part I always hate, because I’m pretty sure that in his mind Rufus believes he’s home already; he doesn’t know (and we can’t explain to him) that it was just a stop on the way to his forever home.
Such the pretty boy.
So tense, though. I wish you’d relax, Rufus!
“I’m borrrrrred. When can I bust out of this clambake?” Soon, pretty girl.
Declan, in the process of catching and killing a North American Gray Hoodie. What a smart boy!
Macushla, waiting patiently for the belly rub.
Declan and his fancy white bathing suit.
“Pardon me. You has a snuggle for me?” (Finnegan)
I love how, at this age, when you rub their bellies, they think about it for a moment, then begin vigorously grooming themselves.
“I KEEL YOU!”
“Okay, I’ll let you snuggle me. BUT I WON’T LIKE IT ONE LITTLE BIT.”
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Miz Poo, taking a snooze in the sun.
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Previously
2010: Now that Maura is gone, we’re down to just our eleven, plus four fosters. Why, it’s like we hardly have any cats in the house at all!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Farewell, divine Rufus — fingers crossed that you find the ideal home asap. I’ll miss you, boyo.
I would so love to take Dorthy, she is so much like Catty who passed away a year ago but Ireland is just too far. So, I’ll just wish for her to get better soon, so she can find her forever home while she is still a young lady Princess and can grow up owning it (I’m sure she will, even if her new home also has 14 other cats lol).
Excellent!
Man those kittens are insanely cute. That’s it. I can so no more.
And Miz Poo too. Cats in the sun = happy!
Only 14 permanent residents – that is nothing! We have a WAY smaller house and have 7 – your place has to be way more than twice the size of ours, so to me that math = more kitties! I have to say that you do get the cutest kittens – I would take any one of them if we had room (I think I have said that a bunch of times and yet sucker that I am we have added more since then – what I think we might have had 4 or maybe 5 the first time I came by here – yep, I am a sucker for sure – good thing you aren’t close by!) The McMaos are just so precious but there is something about Dorothy that I kind of am in love with – I can’t even explain it (dang, it really is good you are far because the last time I said that we added Trixie – and we are way past the number of cats that would be recommended for our house – I always heard no more cats than you have rooms – that only works at our house if you count the bathrooms right now – and I don’t think they did when whoever it was thought that up). Anyway, all the babies are adorable and Miz Poo is beautiful as always! I hope Rufus will find a good forever home quickly, and that Dorothy will be well and can join the others soon to play play play!
Rufus is beyond cute….
*pets Rufus* Good luck to you, pretty boy! May a forever home with a fondness for soft, snuggle-able kitties turn up in a hurry. What color is he, anyway? I’m not sure I ever knew.
*pets all the rest, including Dorothy and Miz Poo*
Those kittens are so cute. I really enjoy seeing how they are progressing. Dorothy is a cutie too. I hope that Rufus finds his new home soon and adjusts smoothly. I will miss seeing his pictures. Too bad I live about 1700 miles north and west of you. He is the kind of cat I would like to have, when I start looking later this summer. I had to have my 13 yr old orange tabby PTS mid march due to cancer, so I am thinking I might get 2 cats next time. I have no plans to end up with more, but if I ever did start fostering, I could see that happening.
Have you ever considered doing something like Chrystal (of daily dose of dogs blog) did and have a small structure built in your yard to handle more kitties? That would allow your fosters to have more room, or even allow more fosters. But I am guessing that would probably get too expensive to handle more.
Awww the Rufus and Dorothy pic yesterday was so adorable!! Rufus is so sweet and Dorothy is a cutie! I hope they find good forever homes!!
The McMaos!! They are looking more cute everyday! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
Miz Poo! Adorable!! Take care
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I honestly don’t know how you don’t wind up with WAY more than 14 cats! I really think I couldn’t foster – I would just keep them all.
We have a bunny kicker too. Henry has those powerful back legs – he’ll allow a few belly pets, but then KICKS! Ben loves the belly rubs, but Oscar… don’t even think about it! He hates them!! And it just makes me sad – his belly is so soft!