In this picture, we see the lovely Briar Rose again, nursing mother and skinny as a rail. She is hunched over her wet food with her tongue out so far she may have stuck it up her own nostril. Her lovely calico pattern is on display again, her left eye surrounded by grey and with striking eyeliner, the middle of her forehead and her right eye decorated with golden yellow, and tabby stripes laid over all.
Today’s offering: the very loud Rooney Lee. Here you see him sitting on the floor amid muddy dog footprints, looking commandingly into the camera as he makes his demands. Admire, Gentle Reader, the waves of his coat, the fetching orange draped over gleaming white, and the curly whiskers with a terrible penchant for breaking off short.
These are not my kittens, mind you. But I cannot tell you how important it is to get the word out! Not one of the three boys I just placed went to someone who was reading here at the time. The shortest link was one person between me and a kitten home; the longest I can verify was three freakin people. Only one of them knew me, the other two just knew that kittens needed homes. Three people between Badger and his forever home, and what if any one of them had neglected to pass on the link? I’d have five cats, that’s what.
Here you go. Four formerly feral felines, in northern California. The foster home says “I’m willing to deliver the kittens to a new home anywhere in the Bay Area as well as much of Northern California and parts of the Central Valley. Please link, share, repost.”
So maybe you’re nowhere near the kittens, but if you can get the word out, then please do. You might be the one person between a kitten and a new home.
Briar Rose, the calico girl with more white and the striking yellow on the center and right side of her face, crouches over a plate of wet food. She is eyeing the camera belligerently and her ears are back, for she would like you to back the hell off her wet food.
I feel bad for neglecting you, gentle readers, so I’m about to queue up a selection of cat pictures for your delectation. Daniel gets here Friday (OMG!) so this should take us through to Monday.
We shall start off with Braxton Bragg being an elegant and inky black pile of plushy darkness…against the grubbiest wall in the house, next to a pile of dog hair. What can I say, detail-oriented cleaning is not really part of my repertoire. Yet there was something so irresistible about his relaxed sprawled pose, with his head angled gorgeously upward and his eyes catching the light, that I felt I had to reveal my horrible housekeeping, just so I could share his gorgeousness.
Also, a very happy birthday today to the Best Mother Ever, parental unit extraordinaire!
Grace is no longer nursing and her milk has dried up. Since I never saw her kittens, I don’t know what happened to them.
Briar Rose is still full of milk, and therefore skinny as a rail and hungry all the time. I only see her early in the morning at feeding time. I’m kind of hoping when Daniel is here all the time, he’ll see her more often and can work on socializing her while I’m at work, to make it more likely that she’ll bring us the kittens.
Noodlehead continues to camp out at the Manor, and indeed spends a lot of time hanging out in the fence which is slightly nerve-wracking on weekends. During the week it’s a clever move for her; the roaming dogs of the neighborhood can’t get in there to bother here and there’s lizards and bugs to hunt to supplement the wet and dry food I give her.
I thought I saw Dreadnought the other morning. Hard to tell in the dark, though. I hope it was him, and that he didn’t die after I took Emmaline.
The toms have been mostly MIA now that the girls are no longer in heat (o please let us be done with pregnancy for the year). I suspect they’re coming up when I’m not around, they never have been as social as the girls.
The Best Mother Ever is here, drastic house stuff is going on that includes unpacking boxes that have been packed for years (on the plus side, I found Tink’s wardrobe!) and the resurfacing of the bathroom floor to repair Emmaline’s depredations. Thus the lack of posting, as I try to juggle work, school, and drastic house stuff!
So instead of a substantive post, here. Have Zille in Beowulf’s crate, wearing a foodbowl for a hat while she snuggles Rooney Lee.
