If the milk bar won’t come to Puffhammed…
Then Puffhammed must escape the crate…
..show off his little row of tiny teeth…
…examine various things in the room…
…follow the scent of the milk bar…
…put up with the RUDE milk bar insisting on cleaning him…
“DIS DE LIFE, MILK WHENEVER I WANTS IT. WHY I WAIT SO LONG?”
So yes, Little Big Head has escaped the crate. And he has ZERO desire to return there. His escape opened the floodgates, and ALL the kittens are now free of the crate. I put them back several times, but they came right back out every time. Whenever I entered the room yesterday, Khaleesi and the Dragons were all piled up against the barrier (which is at the doorway – the door to that room opens outward instead of inward, necessitating a barrier to stop the outflow of kittens). I finally put a cat bed there, because it was bothering me to see them all piled up on the hard wood floor.
Yesterday afternoon I took Khaleesi one of her many daily snacks – half a can of kitten food – and I was very surprised when Ruth bellied up to the plate, planted her front paws in the food and… BEGAN EATING. I’ve never ever seen them even be AWARE of food at that age (3 1/2 weeks), and certainly not when their mama is present and feeding them regularly.
I told Fred last night that Ruth is clearly a genius. And then we both looked over to see her sitting there, staring at the wall with great concentration and interest.
“Oh yeah,” Fred said. “I can see the brilliance radiating right off her.”
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Jake and Miz Poo, watching the birds. Don’t be too impressed that Miz Poo was allowing another cat that close to her – moments later, she hissed, smacked, and ran away from Jake.
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: What’s a farm without a barn cat or two?
2010: “Zip it. ZIP it. ZIP. IT.”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: He is the POOPIN’ KING.