If you missed it over the weekend, or over on the sidebar, Nick and Jay were adopted and went home on Saturday! I delivered them myself, and while they looked a little unsure at first, by the time I left they were looking around with interest. They join a family that includes three kitty siblings to play with.
This means that Daisy and all of her kittens are now adopted, and we can relax a little. The Nestlings are scheduled for their spay/neuter surgeries on August 2nd (this month’s spay/neuter date was too early for Starling, Tater and Rufous, and I’d like to see Wren gain a little more weight before her spay, so August 2nd it is.)
Side note: Forgotten Felines of Huntsville prefers to spay/neuter at 3 months/3 pounds. Some rescues do it at 2 pounds, and some do it later, but this is what FF does and I think it works well. Kittens can’t have their rabies vaccination ’til 3 months anyway, so why not do it all at once? I’m always a little baffled when people are baffled at how “old” the kittens are before they’re available for adoption because they (or their friend, or their cousin’s mother’s uncle) were able to adopt kittens at 4/6/8 weeks old. Rescues aren’t bound by what other rescues (or your cousin’s mother’s uncle) do, and like I mentioned – this is what Forgotten Felines does (I didn’t make the rule, but I do support it!) Does it mean that people opt to adopt the younger kittens from rescues/animal control facilities instead? I’m sure it does, but that’s okay. Those kittens need homes too!
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Rufous matches that blanket (or that blanket matches Rufous!)
Wren’s the star of Whiskers Gone Wild.
Listen. Bless her heart, but I just don’t think Tater’s the sharpest tool in the shed. She is ADORABLE and she is super sweet and purrs if you so much as glance at her, so I think she’ll be fine. She just won’t be helping you with your math homework.
Starling’s melting in the sun.
Tater STOLE Rufous’s very most favorite toy, the red spring, and Wren was all “That is NOT your toy, TATER,” and Tater gave Wren the Paws of Nope.
(Rufous WILL play non-red springs, but red is his favorite)
“It’s okay… she can play with it. I’m fine.” OH, this sweet boy.
Starling’s all “LADY, tryin’ to SLEEP, here.”
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Trixie’s making the arduous journey from the side yard to the front porch.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Tater’s all “LADY, Mister Frog is hoggin’ the chair, and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
Starling found this little “bearskin rug” (it came from CatLadyBox a million years ago) and immediately snuggled up on it. The girl likes her comfort.
It’s a Rufous pie (my favorite!) And would you look at those paws? They’re all of a sudden super huge!
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This pie has a lot to say. (I could just squoosh that girl, she is so ADORABLE.)
Good night innernets. (Wren)
Hooray, hooray, Nick and Jay were adopted (together) and went home today! They join a wonderful family that includes three kitty siblings. They will not be keeping their names (there’s a human named Nick in the family), but they’re going to wait and see what names fit. Happy life, sweet boys! ❤️
Wren is all “How YOU doin’?”
Good night innernets. (Rufous on the couch, Starling peeking up from the Toastycat bed.)
Tater “discovered” that toy and it’s her favorite – she’s always trotting around with it in her mouth, and it’s unbearably adorable. (It’s a Whisker City® Spring Toys from Petsmart.)
Wren in the sun showing off her pretty markings (and pretty eyes!)
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Jay and Nick were adopted (together) and went home yesterday (hooray!) Here’s the video of some of my favorite pictures of them from the day they were born (March 18th) to the day they went home (July 1st). (This means that all of the Catsbys have now been adopted, including Daisy, who went home on Monday!)
Starling always looks so darn serious, but she is the SWEETEST thing. As soon as I took this picture, I picked her up and kissed her 1,000 times (conservative estimated) and she purred and purred.
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Wren and Tater have some fightin’ (I always ask the other kittens why they pick on Tater, but as you’ll see, Tater was the instigator here. I think she very often is, and as soon as they pin her down, she starts crying like they’re picking on her. I’m such a sucker for a sad story.) In the background, Rufous is playing with his very most favorite toy, the red spring. He loves that toy more than anything in the world – Wren took it away from him the other day and he looked at her sadly – 😿- and she gave it back to him. (She’s a sucker for a sad story too, I guess.) The only kitten not in the video is Starling, who was sitting in my lap snoozing.
This Rufous pie (my favorite!) has such pretty eyes.
Good night innernets. (A sleepy Tater pie)(my favorite!)
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Previously
2022: No entry.
2021: No entry.
2020: Some day Benjamin’s gonna get that ceiling fan pull; his brothers are cheering him on.
2019: (Apparently I interrupted an important Mama-NotTheMama conversation.)
2018: Casual pose to ever-so-casually show off those toes.
2017: “Haaave ya met my slappin’ paw?” asks Ressler.
2016: “Look at my toes, innernets. LOOK AT THEM. Aren’t they fabulous?”
2015: “Oh MY. ABNER!”
2014: Throw Back Thursday: Hydrox.
2013: “Toe-dor!”
2012: “Who, me? Sitting here to knock the little brat off the steps if he tries to come up? I’d NEVER!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Guess what sometimes happens when kittens ride in a car for the first time, and they are very scared?
2007: “You may NOT touch the belleh!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Do you think that, sometimes, their rough start can be a reason they aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer? I wonder that, sometimes.
We’re all lucky they made it through that dark time, though.
I wonder that too. One of mine came from a dumpster in a rural area and she’s certainly not the sharpest, or very good at kitty manners, either. She’s a very sweet girl, though!
Throughout her life I have told my cat Lily that she isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. But she purrs non-stop and in winter sleeps with her hed on my pillow, so that’s all I need.
To be fair, I adopted her when I had Flora, by far the smartest cat I’ve ever had. So Lily probably suffered by comparison. (And Flora hardly ever purred,and never out loud. But she was the kindest, most gentle soul.)
As for the Love & Hisses older adoption age, I have always been impressed by how well socialized your kittens are. When they leave you, they are ready for the vicissitudes of life. A 4/6/8 week old kitten is not.
I think that “vicissitudes” is a good word that is not used often enough, really. I liked seeing it here. (Just sayin’.)
Wren is who I would vote for for “Most likely to help you with your Math homework”. Maybe that should be under her yearbook picture.
WooHOO! So happy for Nick and Jay, being adopted together, and that whole little family. Loved watching them grow. Daisy was (and is!) such a lovely girl and good Mama. Hope that Nick and Jay (will be very curious to see what their permanent names turn out to be; hopefully we will get updates) make friends soon with their kitty siblings.
As for “cousin’s mother’s uncle” — I laughed out loud that. THAT guy, always so opinionated; what’s his deal anyway.
Yaaaaay Nick and Jay! <3
Wren, you are a talker with a screen door squeak, and it is adorable. So are you. As for Starling, I stunk at higher math homework too. Maybe she's also a liberal arts gal? She's definitely a love, and I would gladly snuggle her! Oh for a purring lapkitten… Darn distance.
I adopted my first two cats at 8 weeks each, and having adopted the most recent one at 5 months, I can assure you, I prefer the latter! At least he came already vaxxed out the yinyang, as well as fixed, so I didn’t have to do any of it! So much easier than having to do all that myself! Worth the Petsmart adoption fee, definitely!
An addendum to my post about my Lily not being the sharpest knife in the drawer.
She was found in a woodpile, with no mother or siblings. This seems to support Eva’s thoughts about a kitten’s rough start.
I still have the PetSmart form that states “woodpile kitten.”