It is May 1st, and if you are the organized type, you have maybe already turned your calendar and found that the Anderson calendar girl for May is…
Sheriff Mama/ Kara! (In the calendar pic, that bottle of vinegar is mostly cropped out. Just FYI.)
The foster kitten on tap for getting us through May with a big smile is…
Stefani from the Coaches!
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Norbdate!
Back in 2013, we had Khaleesi, who made us wait forEVER before she birthed her litter. On the very night she was giving birth, we got a call about a little orphan newborn kitten who needed a mother. While Khaleesi was resting after birthing her third kitten (eventually named Puff), we rubbed the little orphan tuxie with a blood-and-afterbirth soaked rag, and slipped him in among her three kittens.
Khaleesi was a bit baffled (but then, bafflement was a pretty familiar to state to Khaleesi) and while she could often be seen staring at the little orphan trying to figure out where he’d come from, she cared for him as one of her own.
You can read Khaleesi’s whole birth story here, and of course that little orphan was Norbert/Norbie.
Here’s a random selection of pictures as a reminder to how he looked like back then.
Front and center at five days old, while Khaleesi eats breakfast.
At nearly 4 weeks old. Oh, those whiskers, those eyes, that sweet little alien face.
With his brudder Puff (now Hook), in the tiny basket.
With Ember, in my lap, at about 5 weeks old.
With Scorch (buff tabby), Ember (white and orange), and Ruth, at about 8 weeks old.
He went to live in Chicago with Kirsten, and we’ve been lucky to get regular updates about him (we LOVE updates!)
Here he is today at 4 years old!
Eyes are open, but no one’s home. With bonus *snik*
Your fly is open Norbie.
Still loves the very top of the cat tree.
His favorite exercise is yoga. Or maybe chasing his mousie (which came home in his toy bag from mama Robyn!)
Favorite place, still in my arms – such a baby. Norbie is a sweetheart 95% of the time with 5% antagonizing the elders in the house.
Happy Birthday Dragons!
Thanks as always to you and Fred for sharing your adventures and your home. All orphans should be so lucky as Norbert!
Oh, that sweet boy. Haven’t we been lucky to be able to watch him grow? I LOVE IT.
Thank you so much for the update, Kirsten. Please give that sweet boy a kiss from us. And happy birthday, Norbie and ALL the Dragons!
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Nola tries to keep Andouille clean.
Then Praline picks a fight with him.
But nothing shall stop Mama from her thlurrrping!
OH how that boy loves his Mama.
The milk bar is open!
I’d say Praline came along for a kiss, but I think that’s actually a chomp.
Running that milk bar is a 24/7 job, Nola. I suspect you’ve discovered that!
Watching one of the kittens on the scratcher.
This is the follow up to the picture I posted on Instagram yesterday morning, of Nola and Praline. It was too cute, I had to share even though it’s nearly identical to the other one. The thlurrrp and Praline’s slappin’ paw at the ready just kill me.
Hangin’ out with Mama. That’s Beignet on the left, rolling around. Roux is on the right, looking up at me, and Praline is behind her at the milk bar.
The kittens are FOUR weeks old today, can you believe that? Time has flown with these little monkeys. On Saturday Roux climbed into the litter box and peed, and when I went in yesterday morning someone had pooped in the litter box, so we are on our way as far as that goes.
Andouille now eats alongside Nola every time I bring a plate of food in. The girls are starting to show some interest, but I haven’t seen them actually eating yet.
They’re starting to climb the scratcher, the sides of the crate, each other. I should probably bring the small blue cat tree into the room, but I’m not quite ready to see any of them up on the platform throwing themselves to the floor because they’re too fluff-headed to figure out how to get down correctly, so I’ll wait a bit longer.
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This video, I cannot even. I was sitting on the foster room floor, minding my own business, and Roux was shrieking because Andouille was biting her butt. Nola thought I was hurting her baby (I WOULD NEVER) and came over to put a stop to the shenanigans. So then we had a conversation (and Roux and Andouille relived their birthing experience).
And also, many of you saw this video on Instagram/Twitter/Facebook yesterday, but I couldn’t wait to share it because that whiny little muffin just cracks. Me. UP.
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Do you recognize the box Newt is laying in? If you said that’s the box that Emmy gave birth and raised her kittens in, you would be correct.
Hard to believe Emmy and four kittens fit so completely in that box, isn’t it?
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Previously
2016: Susie said “Why you floofin’?” And Archie said “I’d like out of this terrible room, please.”
2015: Psst! Louis, your zipper’s showing. People might figure out that you’re really a monkey in a cat suit!
2014: Norbie & Puff (now Hook) updates!
2013: All I found was Khaleesi looking at me, yawning, and saying “Is it dinner time yet?”
2012: “I lubs my sister.”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: This did not end well.
2008: THEY ARE SO FREAKIN’ SWEET.
2007: Maxi, as you can see, was quite displeased.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.