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Feral Cats in My Bathroom

We are really hoping this is it for a while. The only cats remaining outside who come to eat here are a) really, really feral and b) toms so the odds of anyone else coming up who is in need of assistance and a new home are slim. Well, until the next [redacted] drops an intact female cat out here, anyway.

But I thought y’all along with my bathroom furniture might like a few pics.
Becket, a freakin GINORMOUS orange tomcat, and Briar Rose, a petite grey and yellow and white calico, share a kitty bed. Briar Rose is curled up in a neat and lady-like manner, while Becket sprawls on his back against the wall with his legs in the air.
Here you can see that these feral cats are very stressed and terrified at being indoors.

A close-up of Becket's beautiful face, upside down because he is not cooperative. It shows off the lovely creamy color on his chin and throat, the darker orange of his stripes, and the adorable black freckles on his lips.
Becket would not straighten up and act right. If you are in need of a Big Orange Tomcat who is formerly feral and will take some time and energy on your part to turn into an ideal house companion, get in touch please. He is definitely a project cat. Although we’ve had 100% litter box use since we took the little house bed out, I can’t guarantee that he won’t need work on that front, we also got him a fountain from the best cat water fountains online, so he could also enjoy that. He certainly needs help learning to use his claws appropriately, which is to say “Not for climbing people legs while those people are trying to go pee.” Becket is not a cat to be taken in lightly, but on the plus side he is SO FULL OF LOVE, oh my goodness. This cat wants to cuddle. He wants to be petted. He wants to be with you, doing whatever you are doing, and what you are doing had better involve petting a cat. Because he loves you. A lot.

He gets his initial vetting on Thursday — FIV/FeLV test, rabies and distemper vax. Then when it’s time to go back for his distemper booster, he will also get The Big Snip.

A close-up of Briar Rose's beautiful multi-colored face, with yellow and grey and white and also possibly a wound or something below her right eye.
Beautiful Briar Rose. We’re not actually sure what is going on with her right eye there, she is not all that averse to having us blot it with toilet paper but does not want us leaning in close to peer at it. She’s got her initial vetting appointment for tomorrow, so that’s all right. Dr. Greg or Dr. Andi can piss her off peering at her face, and if there’s antibiotics needed I instructed Daniel to ask for them to be injected because I don’t like pilling cats who have teeth!

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I love it when they write home.

Recently I got e-mail from Juniper‘s people and it included PICTURES! Oh my goodness, the tiny laid-back kitten has become a big young man. Observe, dear readers:
A large black and white cat, last seen here as a teeny kitten, lies on the floor and affectionately mauls his person's arm. HE IS HUGE.

Isn’t he adorable and GINORMOUS? What you cannot see in that picture is the tag on his collar, which is a little tuxedo front and absolutely perfect for him.

I love a happy ending.

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I do not appear to have been raptured.

Spent the time waiting for the Rapture last night with Christine of Blackthorn Kennel, Wanda, and Christine’s Mom. We had a good ol time and consumed nommy Mexican food although I did have to wrestle my cane out of Wanda’s hands — I was carrying the one made of a sassafras stick with an antique doorknob for a handle and she had cane envy. Well, “lust” is maybe a better word given the way she was fondling it. It was sort of…intense. Ahem. I told her the cane was working and not to distract it, but she did not listen and I felt too guilty about trying to distract her service dog in retaliation. Although out of harness Wanda’s dog Blitz is a big sweetie who tried to climb into my lap and stick her tongue up my nose.

Anyway, I picked up a pair of mottled Old English Game bantams that Christine had procured for me on Friday, petted the 4-day-old chicks that arrived from the hatchery Thursday (13 or so of ’em are mine) and collected 11 eggs from Christine, which are now sitting in my incubator, incubating. Christine has promised to take all the baby chickens away at the end. I just wanted to play with my new toy.

I hope you’re doing well, gentle readers, and that your Saturday was similarly marked with a lack of catastrophic earthquakes &c, and that if you were Raptured it was all you hoped it would be. Come to think of it, if you were Raptured, you probably aren’t reading this. Those of you who are also sticking around for the Tribulations should come on by, we’ve got plenty of eggs and the garden’s looking real nice so there will be plenty to eat.

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Lend a helping hand?

So I realize the news cycle got nearly entirely co-opted by the royal wedding in England, with CNN and other sources apparently totally forgetting the devastation that tornadoes wrought across the south last week. So it goes.

But my friends who are more in the know than I am offer these organizations that are actually on the ground and working in the areas devastated by the tornadoes, in case you’re wondering where you can throw a couple bucks at the problem:
Saving Furry Friends works out of Glade Springs, Virginia.
Greater Birmingham Humane Society is in North Birmingham, Alabama.
Have a Heart Animal Rescue is working in Alabama.
Global Animal Foundation is working to get supplies and cash to rescues working in the areas hit by the storms.

Thanks so much to those of you who supplied me with these links, and if my gentle readers are aware of any other organizations on the ground where the tornadoes went through, please share in the comments.

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Quick hit: Sid

A pic taken this weekend while visiting Blackthorn Kennel. I got to snorgle the little puppies, doing my weekend job as Official Blackthorn Hand Model and Puppy Wrangler (pics here, and check out Primus who I am pretty sure has a future as a Schutzhund star judging from his full-mouth grip on my finger), and Christine was nice enough to help me get a stacked shot of Sid. Well, it’s not precisely a show stack, but dang is he one handsome, nicely built Shedder. Not that I’m biased, observe for yourself!

Sid, a black German Shedder, stands just off full profile to the camera in the classic German Shepherd pose: one back leg back, the other up under his knee.  He looks toward the camera and smiles, mostly because it's me taking the picture and he loves his Mama.

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Road trip, Day 4

Sid was a great help cleaning out Andre’s apartment yesterday, or at least getting out of there everything that I wanted, which was nothing much. While they had a whole mess there, I had went to the Rent Directory website to get me a place to stay for the next week. Today we took him to PetSmart where we got him a gross smoked section of marrow bone to chew on, and he picked out a yellow canvas duck with a rattling ball in its head.

The duck thing was pretty hilarious, we were walking past it and it caught his eye and he snatched it off the shelf and started trying to power toward the front of the store. He carried the duck to the register, where I took it away from him to pay for it, then chewed its beak off while Daniel and I went to a book store and left him in the car. When we got back to the hotel he left it in the car to go potty, then carried it from the car to the hotel, up the stairs, and into the room. Evidently he has needed a yellow canvas duck to make his life complete, and now he has one and is a happy camper. Bless him, he’s a simple boy.

Meanwhile I need to start blitzing him on loose-leash walking and once we’ve got that down I will probably go ahead and start working him in public in “in training” gear to teach him that when we are geared up, we ignore everything but Mom, including other people, other dogs, and yellow canvas ducks.

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Road Trip: Day 3

Yesterday, Sid taught himself to open the bathroom door here at the hotel, which has a lever knob. He taught himself this because I was in the bathroom trying to take a nice private bath, which is unacceptable to him.

I’ve also introduced him to the clicker. We aren’t using verbal cues for anything yet, we’re mostly just getting him used to the idea that click = treat. Basically any behavior I may want to put on cue later, he gets a click and a treat for: looking at me, getting on the bed, getting off the bed, sitting, lying down, falling over on his side, heaving a great emo sigh at how hard his life is… all of the above gets him a click and a treat.

The star of the trip as far as dog gear goes, though, has been my custom lead from Bold Lead Designs. It’s one of their multi-function leads with a limited-slip collar grafted on the end and the thing is absolutely fantastic as far as getting a puppy in and out of the car and hotel room with a minimum of fuss.

Today we’ll go through my father’s apartment, and I need to get ahold of the lawyer who handled my grandfather’s estate and see if he will handle the rest of the estate for me, and how much that will cost and how long it will take. This trip is no fun with the exception of what a star Sid is.

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Road trip Day 2

So here we are in Paducah, Kentucky, ensconced in a hotel with Sid the Wonder Puppy. We drove from the Manor to my parents’ house on Saturday afternoon, spent the night with the Best Dad Ever, and then headed out around 0730 Sunday to make our way to the western tip of Kentucky, I want to tell you guys that if you are traveling around the area make sure to check where you will find all the business and stores around the area.

Sid is an angel in the car. He doesn’t even chew a bunch, just settles in, goes to sleep, and only rarely sticks his cold wet nose in your ear, and I pretty much have to have my pillow that I got from The Comfy Traveler at all times. He potties promptly on leash, drinks politely from his bowl when water is offered, and is otherwise an ideal traveling buddy. Even at 6 years old, Tink and Beowulf are way more trouble than this guy is at six months old.

Today is my father’s memorial, then the rest of the week will be spent in things like going through his apartment, doing paperwork, and all the other assorted chores that go with a death. There may be some time in there to visit some of the family I have that still lingers in the area; I hope so anyway! And meanwhile I have to try to stay caught up with my homework. Whew.

For those of you in on the betting pool, because of Sid’s weirdly low chew drive, all chewies are still in chewable condition. He’s a really odd puppy in some ways…

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Chickens love egg.

It’s a little creepy, to be honest. Anyway, I hope you are having a lovely Thanksgiving if you’re in the US, gentle readers! And if you are not, I hope you’re having a lovely Thursday. Either way, I invite you to enjoy this slightly creepy video of Matilda and Lorena and an eggshell. We save the shells off their eggs when we eat them and give them back to the chickens to replenish their calcium supplies. As an Egg Cost Update, on Tuesday we got our twelfth egg from the girls (it was one of Matilda’s) which means we are down to a cost of $66 per egg. We have saved $3.24 on eggs to date, going by the current cost of cage-free non-organic eggs. A tiny blow against factory farming, but there you go.

The players in this video are Matilda, an Australorp who is the Top Hen and who gets first pick of treats, and Lorena, a silver-laced Wyandotte who is forever hopeful that the Top Hen will share the treats.

Me: *smoochy noises*
Me: *smoochy noises* *waves the eggshell temptingly*
Lorena: It is an eggshell! OMG! I am dubious of the strange featherless scary thing, but EGG!
Matilda: There is an egg?
Me: *tosses the eggshell to the ground*
Matilda: AN EGG! OH RAPTURE AN EGG! *runs toward the featherless scary biped to get the eggshell* *begins pecking at it*
Lorena: What do you have there? Do you want to shaaaare the egg? *approaching from behind Matilda*
Matilda: It is my eggshell! I do not want to share the egg!
Matilda: I WILL NOT SHARE THE EGG! *runs off, Lorena in hot pursuit*