You know that thing where you draw circles around a quarter with a pencil on a piece of paper then get your friend to try to roll the quarter from their forehead down their nose to try to get it in one of those circles, but what you’re really doing is getting them to put a pencil line down their nose from the rolling quarter? Who did that to Livia?? Just noticed her nose with the line down the middle! (Ok, I’m slow, I know, but it’s cute!)
I had honestly never noticed that before. How neat!
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Can you sell those ducklings (IF any hatch)?
If we could catch them, and if the catfish didn’t get them first, then we could probably sell them. I’d rather not even have any hatch, though – and (as far as we know!), Fred’s been able to locate and remove all the eggs so hopefully we won’t have to worry about what to do with baby ducks.
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Dennis has now spent three nights with free access to the entire house, and it’s gone very well. He must do nothing but run and play all night long, because he can barely keep his eyes open during the day. By the time Fred gets up at 4:30, Dennis is conked out in the pagoda cat tree in the upstairs hallway. When I open the blinds in Fred’s room, Dennis will sit in the window and snooze, and all day he alternates between the window and the pagoda with the occasional wander into Fred’s office to see what he’s doing.
I am SO glad that he’s not freaked out about being locked out of the foster room!
“What? Just hanging out!”
I tried pulling the blinds up out of his way, and he refused to lay there. He really likes to be between the blinds and the window. Little weirdo.
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Are you ready to meet the new guys? Here they are!
I know it’s blurry, and I don’t care. That’s Gilbert.
Gilbert again.
Gilbert once again, going for the lick.
Grant, checking out the FroliCat Pounce (which I haven’t turned on for them yet.)
Grant, checking out the box of toys.
Grant, on the scratcher.
Marshall, wondering why I’m holding him up like that.
Marshall, checking out the room.
And Marshall, checking out his own cute self.
Grant and Marshall are brothers, who are 8 (almost 9) weeks old. Gilbert is a singleton, who is a week younger and needed some brothers to grow up with.
They are super friendly boys, especially Gilbert, who already runs toward me when I walk into the room. They’re little bundles of energy who play and play and play like wild things. I love picking any of the three up and kissing them; they purr like crazy.
I was curious to see what Dennis’s reaction to them would be. He’s super interested in our cats, so I thought maybe he’d be just as interested in the new guys. Yeah… not so much! He took one look at them and ran to hide. He has ZERO interest in those little kittens. When I walked out of the room and Gilbert stomped out with me (I’m telling you, I think we have a Stompers Jr. here – he doesn’t look like him, but he’s got that Stompy attitude going on), Dennis said “THIS IS MY WORST NIGHTMARE!” and ran into Fred’s room to hide under the recliner. He’ll adjust, I’m sure – especially when we start letting the little ones out in a few weeks. It always surprises (and amuses) me when older cats are freaked out by little ones.
Before I got the kittens yesterday and all I knew was that I was getting some buff tabbies, Gail referred to them as “Cheese Doodles.” So I’m going to refer to the three of them as a group, as the Cheez Doodles.
I need to get better pictures of them this weekend, because they are absolutely gorgeous little guys, and those pictures don’t do them justice at all.
Also, this brings us up to a total of 240 fosters!
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On a rainy day over the weekend, this Blue Jay took his life into his hands. That’s Sheriff Mama in the house on the left, and Corbie on the right.
That stupid Blue Jay hopped around FOREVER before flying off. And neither of those cats even considered going after it.
They certainly look grumpy, don’t they?
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Previously
2013: “I SAID NO MORE PITCHERS, LAYDEE!”
2012: This boy spends a LOT of time chasing, grabbing, and biting his tail.
2011: “But *I* wanna watch those wacky Real Housewives!” says Dorothy.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: She was howling, she was screaming, she was hissing, she was spitting.