Zeke continues to get REALLY BIG, and also to have a weird shortish coat with a ridiculously flufftastic tail. Also, despite his early experiences with water (he and Emmett once fell into the bathtub while I was in it), he’s turning amphibious as you can see.
Life: still insane. So I’m totally cheating and bracketing this week with Zeke, courtesy of his new people, to whom I owe not only a debt of gratitude for taking a kitten, but a debt of gratitude for providing me with pics for two posts this week! Y’all are the bestest.
Feast your eyes, gentle reader, on this pic of Zeke (the artist formerly known as Intrepid) that his new Dad sent me. He’s living the good life down by the coast with J and T, and in this picture he has cuddled up to T’s shin for a nap. She has significant mobility impairments, and I understand from J that young Master Zeke has figured out that while he may attack the male-person, with the female-person he must be loving and gentle, and has mostly mastered the art. He also takes great delight in touching noses with T to check in and make sure she has noticed him lately.
Zeke (Intrepid) went off to his new people today. He was a jewel in the carrier on the way, purring and sleeping and generally being laid-back. I’ve gotten an update from his new people already, and within a couple hours he was ready to explore, claim his new digs, and demand worship from the thumb monkeys with whom he finds himself.
My little kittenboy done good. His whiskery, charming face has snagged him a most excellent home with kind people who understand that sometimes kittens just have to climb your leg if you don’t pet them fast enough. And I didn’t even cry when I left him there, so go me. I’m just kind of kicking myself for not having gotten a pic of him with his new
Tomorrow, his brothers go out to opposite points of the compass. My bedroom will be all mine again, but I can’t help thinking it will feel a little empty. Then again, Grace is definitely nursing, so…
News the first: Daniel’s visa has been approved! Excitement abounds in these parts, and we’re setting an actual wedding date and working out his plane ticket and everything.
News the second: Emmett (Astute) and Zeke (Intrepid) came through neutering just fine, and in fact appear to have not noticed they had surgery. Ah, the boundless powers of recovery of kittens! They go home this weekend, starting with Zeke on Saturday and then Badger on Sunday morning and Emmett, last kitten standing, on Sunday afternoon, which means this evening I need to do one more photo shoot.
They’re such amazing little guys, really. Emmett of course has been a non-stop purrbot from day one, but Zeke and Badger have gone from being little balls of hissy hate for all things human to enthusiastically curious and friendly and adorable kittens. Although they are looking much less kitteny already, these days they look more like little miniature cats. And while I can’t wait for life to return to semi-normal here, I’m going to miss the little buggers. Emmett is the very image of his mama Emmaline, only with the coloring of Romeo (with added tabby stripes–will he grow out of them? I don’t know.), right down to the adorable wee back-curved ears that look a little like devil horns. Badger is a small pile of stripey, fluffy, snuggly goodness, with the most amazing long eyelashes and of course adorable white toes in front. Zeke is just more of a handsome bastard every day, his straight profile and larger ears very reminiscent of the build of an “Oriental” body-type breed like the Siamese or the Cornish Rex, but covered in a soft, long coat that features Bengal-type stripes and spots.
I’m hoping their new owners keep me posted as they grow into adult cats, and I get to see them become huge and indolent beasts who take over their new households with rampaging demands for love and playtime.
News the third: the Best Mother Ever will be here today, hooray! Because now that we know when Daniel will be arriving, we can do actual wedding stuff.
With Emmett and Zeke (Astute and Intrepid) at the vet last night, I thought I should sleep with Badger to keep him from being too lonely, given that he was distress calling and all.
Never again, gentle reader. Who would have thought that one little kitten was much more difficult to sleep with than three? But he was. He snuggled me ferociously, kneading with tiny kittenpaws (and claws), he tried to get me to play with him, he meeped at me if petting and interaction was not forthcoming. I finally fell into a fitful sleep around 2130 and then got woken up at midnight for round two, at which point I moved out to the futon in the living room where the adults welcomed me with peaceful snuggling. There is something to be said for being cuddled by a total of 200 pounds of dog and 8 pounds of cat.
In other news, are you in the midwest? Do you need a dog? Allow me to introduce you to Grace! She is a sweetheart being fostered with some people I know in Kansas, and she is looking for her forever people. Her ideal home would have no small animals in it, as she has some prey drive going on, but she lovesloveslooooooves people and would like nothing better than some people who want to pet her and let her stay near them all the time. Check her out, hey? And pass the word along if you have a midwestern friend looking for a sweet girl to hang out with.
Emmett (Astute) and Zeke (Intrepid) go in to get neutered this week, the scarf sale topped off funds enough for it! Yay! There’s still three left if you feel the urge to own one! I drop them off Tuesday night, they get snipped on Wednesday, and I pick them up on Thursday, vax’d and neutered and ready to go. Badger needs to go in to get vax’d, the little bugger can’t get neutered because one testicle hasn’t bothered to descend yet, but his new person has graciously agreed to take him anyway and we will work out the neutering later. Hopefully I can set up times to get the other two boys into their new homes this weekend, too!
This weekend won’t be a moment too soon, I’m really fond of the little hairy buggers, who have gone from being little fearful feral beasties to small cats who purrbomb you the minute you step into the room, seriously. I am so proud of how they’ve come around!
Next up, getting Emmaline spayed and continuing the quest to integrate her into the household, and figuring out how to get a pregnant cat to a friend of mine in Illinois. No rest for the wicked! Oh, and Daniel’s interview is Thursday, and school starts the 19th, so life is about to get really, really exciting on top of the usual cat- and dog-related excitement. Wish me luck!
The Three Musketeers all visited the vet yesterday, Emmett (Astute) and Badger have had stuffy noses and runny eyes. Zeke (Intrepid) just had light nose crusties, but I figured whatever the other two had, well, he probably had it too. The vet diagnosed your average viral URI (Upper Respiratory Infection) with secondary bacterial infection, so now twice a day I am squirting Clavamox down kitten throats. Woo. Luckily they are young enough to be forgiving, and have forgotten about it 10 seconds later.
I’ve had a request for Jeremiah Swakhammer update, so here you go: he is being a turtle. This means I see him about twice a week; I just drop off the salad and it gets eaten or it doesn’t. Meanwhile, he shuttles between the two hides I made (one of which he enlarged) and a place in the compost pile in the middle of his pen with occasional stops for a dip in his pool. Truth to tell, he’s the least troublesome of my current inmates, and I find I’m really fond of his quiet non-demanding lifestyle. The most care he requires is some chopped salad and the occasional batch of slugs, snails, or worms tossed into his pen, plus a light spray-down to keep his place moist. Compared to the rest of the beasts here, that’s fantastic. Oh, and he ate the leaves on his cantaloupe vine and then dug up the stem and stomped it. Right, message received: no more canteloupe vines for you, Mr. Swakhammer.
Meanwhile, Emmaline started aggressively attacking the resident cats in an attempt to bogart all the food. I realize she grew up under circumstances that make guarding food sources seem quite urgent, but still, that behavior isn’t going to fly. I moved her to the bathroom, and she proceeded to remove some of the linoleum. I have ordered her a cat cage to live in while I figure out what on earth to do with her. It’s kitten season so I suspect the odds of finding her a great home where she can be a single cat, or even a multi-cat home that free feeds from a couple widely-separated stations, are slim to none. I hate to send her back outside, but she was admittedly pretty happy there. Unfortunately she also appears to be coming into heat, so she can’t go outside for another couple weeks anyway until after she’s been spayed. Meanwhile, she’s living in Zille’s crate. Zille is not amused.
The rest of the Usual Suspects are having a fine old time now that the weather has cooled off enough for extensive dog-play outside and for me to have windows open in the house; the cats love to sit at the screens and sniff the great outdoors. I’m chugging along, Daniel’s interview is in 9 days, school starts in 2 weeks, and there’s wedding planning to do. No rest for the wicked!
Have a happy link, via Rinalia at For the Pit Bulls: three stray dogs who were adopted by soldiers in Afghanistan thwart a suicide bomber; one dog dies in the blast and the other two get homes in the US with grateful soldiers.
Oh, and my spamtrap for the blog here has evidently decided that EVERYONE with a website link is a spammer. If you comment and it seems that nothing happens, please be patient, I’ll release your comment from the spambucket as soon as I can!
It’s weird, but now that the Three Musketeers have homes lined up, I am allowing myself to be much more fond of them. I guess it’s OK to adore kittens who are in no danger of becoming permanent residents.
Badger is snuffly and snotty at the moment, but is also still playing, eating, drinking, pooping, and peeing (in that order) so instead of rushing him to the vet Friday I’ve kept the humidifier on in the bedroom for him and he has an appointment Monday. Astute and Zeke (formerly Intrepid) go in to get neutered on Tuesday provided THEY haven’t come down with the sniffles. Fingers crossed!
Speaking of fingers crossed, Astute’s prospective new person is coming to do meet-and-greet this afternoon! So let us count on him to be his usual adorable purry charming self, only with less biting people in an exploratory fashion.
Things people have searched for that have lead to my blog:
“dog wearing blue hat”
Lucky you, anonymous Googler! You’ve come to exactly the right blog for a picture of a dog wearing a blue hat.
“meaning of finding a turtle in the road”
It means you’re about to have to stop your car and move a turtle out of the road. Turtles sometimes get more active just ahead of and during the time when a low pressure front moves through an area, but generally when we’re getting good turtle weather they’re just wandering around. You’re more apt to find them late in the morning, when things have warmed up enough to get them going but the roads are not yet really hot.
In other news, I slept locked in the bedroom with kittens last night, and they actually let me sleep! Zeke (formerly Intrepid) was first to come up on the bed and snuggle and purr, followed by Astute, with mellow little Badger bringing up the rear. Bless their fuzzy hearts, they all found a nook to curl up in against my body and with their little motors turned up to 11 they sent me off to sleep. Sometimes I do actually like the little guys.