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Do you ever worry about Rocco exposing the kittens to diseases, fleas, etc.?
He gets a monthly flea/tick treatment, and I’m not worried about him exposing them to other diseases; he sees the vet regularly (I bet you can’t guess who makes sure that happens) and he spends 70 – 80% of his time snoozing in our garage in one of his THREE beds (or on top of Fred’s car).
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Do they ever NOT stick the landing at this stage?
Every so often one of them will aim a bit too low, and they hit the side of the bed, grab on, and climb up the side. But I’d say 99% of the time they make it.
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…how come DEWEY is on the compatibility chart??? (is there another Dewey?)
We had a permanent resident named Dewey who passed away last year (and obviously I hadn’t updated the compatibility chart – it’s now updated!)
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I have no idea why these kittens love the bathroom so much, but they really really do.
I was saving this picture for Thlurrrpsday, but totally forgot to post it.
Serious faces. (Please admire the glop of Churu on Mosey’s face.)
It’s a Mosey-Lolly pie! (My favorite!)
Lollygag and Skip pose for me. (Skip always looks like he has no idea what’s going on.)
Mosey’s all “LADY. Stop takin’ our PICTURE, it is TIME for the CHURU!”
“YEAH!” says Skitter. “What he said!”
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Khal and Rocco hang out and enjoy the heat.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Mosey does as he pleases.
This picture of Skitter (bottom) immediately made me think of Pancho (top), who we fostered very briefly in 2010. Pancho had green eyes and was pure white* rather than a flame point but the inquisitive attitude is the same.
*No, he wasn’t deaf.
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I recently got a toy for the kittens that is basically a feather toy attached to a stretchy cord with a hook at the top so you can hang it from a doorway. (The one I have is sold by LEKEWPET on Amazon) (Note: I don’t recommend letting them play with it unsupervised, just to be safe. If I’m not present, I take it down and stick it in a drawer.)
They’ve been enjoying it, and yesterday I had the bright idea of hanging it from the ceiling fan in the foster room. First the ceiling fan was too high. Then the ceiling fan was off (duh.) And thirdly, the ceiling fan was on low, but it was still moving at too high a speed. So I gave up on that idea, put it up in the foster room doorway, and watched them play with it.
Throw back Thursday: in 2018 we fostered a litter of 9 kittens (not all related to each other) named after Maine towns. They were a hot mess – had upper respiratory infections, had coccidia and/or giardia, and refused to eat for a time; just when we were coming out of that, I discovered they had ringworm. They were my first experience with ringworm and I FREAKED OUT. I bathed them with a special shampoo every other day, I scrubbed down the foster room every day, I did one million loads of laundry.
Fortunately this took place in mid-July, which is known to be pleasantly cool in North Alabama. (NOT.)
They all came through the ringworm (and everything else) just fine, and by the time my second experience with ringworm happened with another litter about a year and a half later, I was less inclined to flip out. I mean, who has the energy? (Ringworm is a fungal infection – there are no actual worms involved – and it is very annoying but is not life threatening.)
In any case, this picture of a post-bath Kennebunk (who we nicknamed Moop almost immediately) remains one of my favorites.
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Throw Back Thursday: Crate, or clown car?
Posting the picture earlier of Moop/Kennebunk from our first litter of ringworm kittens made me think of our THIRD litter of ringworm kittens in October – December of 2020. There were FIFTEEEEEEEN of them (multiple litters combined into one). They were all treated with oral ringworm meds and spot-treated; I don’t think I ever gave any of them baths.
When I needed to clean the room, I would clean and vacuum around them, and then when it was time to mop, I’d put all of them in a big crate, mop, and let them out once the floor was dry. (They were in the crate for less than 10 minutes and clearly didn’t mind it all that much.) Once they were over the ringworm and starting to be adopted out, I continued to mop every couple of days, and would put them in the crate since they didn’t complain much.
Here’s a compilation of videos I made of them coming out of the crate – I assumed they’d come FLOODING out when I opened it, but they pretty much moseyed out, looking around.
The boys say “SMILE!” and Lollygag says “Happy #Thlurrrpsday!”
Good night innernets. (Skip)
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Previously
2023: Sights from around Crooked Acre: Garden.
2022: Jocasta’s all “This one’s always smelling my breath to see what I’ve been eating.”
2021: Update on the move.
2020: Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
2019: Can I interest you in a piece of Madeline pie?
2018: No entry.
2017: Roux is NOT Kravitzing the neighbors.
2016: I’m not sure how much longer it’ll last under this kind of abuse.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: I’m going to just start calling Ember “The Peanut”, because she’s such a tiny little peanut of a kitty.
2012: “Okay, you got your pictures, lady. Now vamoose.”
2011: Cori don’t care ’bout no spayin’ nonsense.
2010: Hello, feral kitten. (Except, he wasn’t. And we eventually named him Martin.)
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Maryanne has a hissy fit. Tommy does not care.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.