28 July, 2011

Victory is ours! Now I just need more homes for kittens…

Celebrate, gentle readers! For this morning my beloved husband got the 4th and final of Briar Rose’s kittens into the house, a tiny tabby girl with shades of gold in her coat. And here I am to bring you kitten pictures, because our wild success means that I have two more kittens yearning for homes of their own! Please spread this link far and wide. I’ll get the boilerplate out of the way and then we will proceed to pictures of tiny, cute kittens who want you to love them.

Edit Constantine has a home to go to, but his sister Coriander still needs a place of her own! Surely you or someone you know needs a tiny, exotically beautiful tabby kitten? Judging from her aunties who live with us, she will grow up to be a pretty big girl who likes to sit on people and be petted.

1) They always has a place here. If the new owners cannot keep them for any reason, I will not ask questions, I will not judge, I will not grouse on my blog. I will just come get the cats and bring them back to the Manor.

2) I will drive up to four hours from Fredericksburg, VA to put them in new homes. This covers most of the state of Virginia, a good chunk of Maryland, a good chunk of West Virginia, and even goes as far as Gettysburg, PA (I take the back roads to avoid I-95). Edit: My friend Liz has graciously offered transport 1-2 hours to points north and east of Gettysburg, PA, in comments!

3) They must be indoor kitties. They have lived the outdoor life and now deserve to be safe in a climate-controlled environment with soft beds and lots of toys.

4) No declawing. It’s mean. Just no.

5) Yes, they are adorable. But you know what? Surprise kittens make crap gifts, y’all. Therefore I will need to be in contact with the actual person with whom they will be living. I do not care how well you know your friend/roomie/spouse/partner/parent/sibling/dentist. Kittens are not a good present.

6) As of right now I have no idea how they do with other critters, because they’re still in quarantine. Look for more info after their check-up and FIV/FeLV testing!

EDIT: Constantine has a home! Huzzah!
Constantine, who has only been inside a few days but is already learning to disapprove:
Constantine, a small black and white kitten who is mostly black, with just two small stripes of white on his face, defining the black 'beard' under his chin, sits in classic Egyptian Statue Cat pose and disapproves at the camera.

Coriander, who is still quite scared of this new experience:
Coriander, a small grey and gold tabby kitten with big greenish eyes rimmed with dark eyeliner, lays curled in the green and purple kitten bed and stares at the camera, wide-eyed and fearful.

Since Coriander just came in this morning, we’ll have to give her a few days to relax and get to know us before I can tell you much about her other than “She is drop-dead gorgeous and skinny as heck.” Constantine is coming out of his shell after a couple days in the house and starting to demand his share of love and adoration from the thumb-monkeys under the guidance of his brother Crispin. I suspect that Constantine, too, will be a tiny spikey terrorist loudly demanding love and climbing your leg if you don’t cuddle him fast enough, given enough time!

26 July, 2011

Interesting times!

Yesterday we went up to Dylan’s Silkies and picked up four silkies. I know, you’re shocked, given the name of the place we went.

Please welcome Orias, Malphas, Murmur, and Abaddon. Orias and Malphas are about a month old and are lavender silkies, Murmur is a buff partridge who we sincerely hope is a pullet, and Abaddon is a flame-red boy we strongly suspect of being a rooster. Are there pictures? Of course!

Orias:
Orias, a pearly grey silkie just starting to shift from chick down to adult feathers, crouches in front of my hand for scale.  He is teeny tiny, his body about as long as my hand.

Malphas:
Malphas is slightly paler, more of a luminous grey than pearly, and crouches and stares directly into the camera.  He is just starting to acquire crest feathers, which are rakishly backswept like a bad combover.

Murmur:
Murmur stands in profile to the camera.  Her body has attained ridiculous poofiness, but her head and neck are still working on it.  Her crest is starting to develop nicely.  Her head, neck, and breast are pale gold, while her wings, back, leg feathers, and poofy tail are ashen grey.

And finally Abaddon the Destroyer, Lord of the Bottomless Pit (and a jewel among silkies):
Abaddon stands with his body in profile to the camera but his face turned toward it, which means that all you can see of his face is his black beak protruding from a floof of flame-red feathers.  The trailing edges of his wings and tail have a scattering of black in them.  He has achieved a magnificent, incredible, and slightly ridiculous utter floofiness.

And then tonight after dinner, I managed to get a third kitten of Briar Rose’s, the little black and white one. He is painfully skinny and also really frightened of human beings at the moment, so no pictures. He’s safely tucked up in the bathroom with Crispin and Clementine, and we’ve seen to it that there is gooshyfood all around, and Daniel and I sat in there and petted Crispin and Clementine a bit to make them purr thunderously, which relaxed the new guy enough that he crept into the little kitten house (specially re-erected just for him) and then ate the gooshynoms we offered him in there. It’s an auspicious beginning, and I hope to get pics for you, gentle readers, as soon as it will not terrify the bejesus out of the little guy.

Tomorrow we’re off to pick up a trio of red partridge silkies, and then my little flock will pretty much be complete. I’m looking forward to settling in and enjoying my chickens, and next year there will be chicks from my own flock!

14 July, 2011

Oh my darlin, oh my darlin…

Edit The internet works in record time! Clementine has a home to go to and the Best Mother Ever is saved from temptation!

Oh my darlin, Clementine!
Clementine, a small fluffy kitten who is mostly grey with white undercarriage and a big yellow triangle in the middle of her face, lies with her body on its side and her head upside down, looking at the camera.

Look at that face. That is the face of a kitten who needs a place to live that is not our bathroom. Seriously, look at it.

Clementine again, but this time with her head turned sideways  She has green eyes with a ring of blue around the pupil, and is wearing very chic eyeliner.

This is after twelve hours as a house kitten. She purrs. She snuggles. She projects an adorabubble that can bring strong men to their knees saying things like “Aren’t you precious, yes you are.” in a fabulous English accent.

Sometimes, she is even upright:
Clementine one last time, this time with her head actually upright.

You know the drill, gentle readers. And we need to find her a home before the Best Mother Ever sees her. The Best Mother Ever has a weakness for calicos, but she’s on vacation and not checking the internet much for the next week. You have seven days, internet! Meanwhile, she goes to the vet for initial vetting on Monday, at which point I will be able to tell you more about her health status. So far, she gets along well with her brother Crispin, but has not met anyone else and shows a distinct lack of interest in meeting dogs.

Standard Kitten Boilerplate:
1) She always has a place here. If the new owner cannot keep her for any reason, I will not ask questions, I will not judge, I will not grouse on my blog. I will just come get the cat and bring her back to the Manor.

2) I will drive up to four hours from Fredericksburg, VA to put her in a new home. This covers most of the state of Virginia, a good chunk of Maryland, a good chunk of West Virginia, and even goes as far as Gettysburg, PA (I take the back roads to avoid I-95).

3) She must be an indoor kitty. Clementine has lived the outdoor life and now deserves to be safe in a climate-controlled environment with soft beds and lots of toys.

4) No declawing. It’s mean. Just no.

5) Yes, she is adorable. But you know what? Surprise kittens make crap gifts, y’all. Therefore I will need to be in contact with the actual person with whom young miss Clementine will be living. I do not care how well you know your friend/roomie/spouse/partner/parent/sibling/dentist. Clementine is not a good present.

6) As of right now I have no idea how she does with other critters, because she’s still in quarantine. Look for more info after her check-up and FIV/FeLV testing!

Briar Rose brings a surprise. Well, several surprises.

So we knew about Crispin (who incidentally has a home lined up! Huzzah!) and a skittish little black and white kitten. Crispin, of course, is living in our bathroom at the moment and enjoying life as an indoor cat. The most we were expecting to see on the kitten front, therefore, was one more.

Except this morning, Briar Rose brought three kittens with her. The little black and white kitten, a small fluffy calico and white girl who looks like the departed Grace except for the long hair, and one who may be another calico or may be a grey and white tabby (it was too skittish for Daniel to get a good look).

The little long-haired calico and white girl was hungry enough that I managed to grab her, therefore pictures will follow. With the other two, we are pretending to ignore them but put wet food in the trap this morning to accustom kitties to going in there to eat. Fingers crossed that we can manage to get the next two soon, too, and then we can bring Briar Rose in.

9 December, 2010

How nice of you to join us, or: Noodlehead continues feline tradition of being inconvenient.

Long-time gentle readers may recall that Noodlehead was the fourth adult cat I attempted to bring inside, the one who shook my confidence. I’d successfully brought in and placed three girls, all of whom were easy-peasy, so why would this stripey tabby and white girl be any different?

Hahahahaha.

When I brought Noodlehead into the bathroom, she commenced to attempt to climb the walls to find her way out. I managed to get her toweled and get her back outside, where she regarded me with deep and unpleasant suspicion for the next two weeks before giving birth to a couple stillborn kittens. Sigh.

In the long months since that abortive attempt, though, Noodlehead has been more and more interested in the inside of the house, especially as the weather has gotten colder. She’s also gotten more and more sociable, hanging around while we did chickenstuff and loitering outside the fence to watch us play fetch with Zille and chase with the Dobermans. She’s demanded petting, she’s asked to be picked up and snuggled.

Tonight, she finally walked into the house on her own power, and is now installed in the bathroom with a comfy bed, some wet food, water, and a litter box. Of course, Juniper WAS occupying the bathroom, because Emmaline wants him dead. Juniper is now occupying our bedroom. This is going to cause entertainment at bedtime, as Tink and Roo are accustomed to occupying the bedroom and having the door closed may cause Drama. We’ll figure something out. But at this point, there is officially No Room At The Inn.

I suspect there is little chance of placing Noodlehead, but I may be wrong. She is charming as hell but very much wants things on HER terms, and she is fairly nondescript in looks. The world is full of nondescript tabby-and-white cats with attitude. It may be that we now have five cats. I’m kind of OK with that, although, y’know, if you look at the little stripey face on the right and think to yourself “Self, that is exactly the cat I have been searching for!” then hit me up, yeah? She is going to get vetted and spayed before she goes anywhere, though.

8 December, 2010

More info on Juniper, World’s Most Laid-Back Kitten

Juniper went to the vet yesterday for his check up/initial vetting. I am pleased to say that he is FIV and FeLV negative, which clears him for a potential home with other cats! He is also now free of fleas and has been dewormed, as well as receiving his first FVCRP shot. He goes back on the 28th for the booster and we’ll schedule his neuter then, the vet felt that he was only 10 weeks old and thus too young to get his rabies vax or a quick neutering. He weighs about four pounds.

Thus cleared for interaction with the Usual Suspects, I brought him out to spend some time on the futon last night. He was Not Impressed with the dogs. In fact, faced with dogs he achieved such a phenomenal growl from his tiny frame that he established a three foot Canine Exclusion Zone around himself. My dogs are used to much larger cats than tiny Juniper, and were not about to poke their sensitive noses at a cat who was indicating so clearly that he would bite them off, even if he is tiny.

With cats he was much, much better. Roo sniffed him all over, established that he was not a snack, and then went about his business. Juniper did not react, except to politely touch noses. Aida jumped up, and they politely touched noses, and then she hissed in his face. He did not react. Aida was confused. They repeated everything, from nose-touch to hiss, and Juniper still didn’t react. Aida grumbled and went on her way. Emmaline took one look at him and said “Oh hell no I don’t do kittens” and retreated to watch him disapprovingly from the back of the Cat Chair. The only time Juniper showed any cat-oriented hostility was when Braxton Bragg snuck up behind him and patted his butt to see if he would do something interesting; that got a little growl that sent the dogs into whimpering panic.

Gentle reader, you have not lived until you have seen your 75 pound German Shedder and your 75 pound male Doberman reduced to whimpering and clinging to their Daddy because a 4 pound kitten growled, seriously.

Juniper will get more socialization time over the coming days, we’re hoping to work on the growling at dogs thing because, well, it’s too pathetic to see the dogs like that. But he’s doing quite well, and I think we’re on track to have him in a new home come January!

3 December, 2010

Juniper: world’s most laid-back kitten.

Someone seriously needs this kitten, for reals. Before I get to the pics, here is the Official Kitten-Pimping Information:
Juniper (named for Juniperus virginiana, the Virginia cedar tree) goes to the vet on Tuesday, where he will get a check-up, tested for FIV and FeLV, a guess at his age, and then his rabies/distemper vax. We will then schedule his neutering! After neutering, he will be available to a good home, with the following provisos:

1) He always has a place here. If the new owner cannot keep him for any reason, I will not ask questions, I will not judge, I will not grouse on my blog. I will just come get the cat and bring him back to the Manor.

2) I will drive up to four hours from Fredericksburg, VA to put him in a new home. This covers most of the state of Virginia, a good chunk of Maryland, a good chunk of West Virginia, and even goes as far as Gettysburg, PA (I take the back roads to avoid I-95).

3) He must be an indoor kitty. Juniper has lived the outdoor life and now deserves to be safe in a climate-controlled environment.

4) No declawing. It’s mean. Just no.

5) Yes, it is December. Yes, he is adorable. But you know what? Surprise kittens make crap Christmas gifts, y’all. Therefore I will need to be in contact with the actual person with whom young master Juniper will be living. I do not care how well you know your friend/roomie/spouse/partner/parent/sibling/dentist. Juniper is not a Christmas present.

6) As of right now I have no idea how he does with other critters, because he’s still in quarantine. Look for more info after his check-up and FIV/FeLV testing!

And now…ON TO THE KITTEN PICTURES! Because that’s what you wanted anyway, right? Proof that Juniper is the World’s Most Laid Back Kitten.

Juniper, a black and white kitten, lays upside down on the hands and forearms of a woman.  His eyes are open and looking at something off camera.  He is not panicking, but is totally relaxed.  If there were a soundtrack, you would hear purr.  It is the most adorable thing ever.

Juniper, still on his back, looks up at the woman holding him, his adorable leetle white paws spread wide as if he is telling her he caught a fish and it was THIS BIG.

Juniper, STILL on his back, has stretched his front paws out in what would be a creditable SUPER KITTEN pose if he were not, y'know, upside down and purring.

How cute is that, seriously? Just LOOK at this little fella. Someone out there needs this kitten to make their life complete, I know it. All we have to do now is get the word out! If you can’t take him, can you post him up on Twitter, your blog, Facebook, anywhere?

The bathroom is infested with kitten. Again.

EDIT: Please see this post for the skinny on adopting the kitten, who has been christened Juniper because it’s nicer than calling him “the kitten”!

Despite the blase subject line, I have to say: WOO HOO I FINALLY GOT BRIAR ROSE’S KITTEN. I was sitting here in the room I share with Roo last night reading a really depressing news article when Daniel called to me to say there was a kitten on the porch. So I went and got some wet food, intending to bait the trap, but apparently kitten was starving because it thought about running when I went out, but when I took a chance on setting down the wet food it came running up to eat and I nabbed it.

Did I get pictures? No. I made Daniel get pictures while I cuddled the kitten. Behold!
A black and white kitten, about four months old, looks directly into the camera against a backdrop of fuzzy blue pajamas.  The kitten has a triangular black marking over its nose that makes it look startlingly like a skull mask.

The kitten gazes wide-eyed up at the Lady of the Manor, who fed it an entire can of wet food upon bringing it in.  It is working the adorability like only a kitten can.

In other news, I am dealing with the run-up to finals week at school and thus have not been around as much as I should. But things are going well here at the Manor, gentle readers!

30 September, 2010

Proof of Life

Gentle readers who have been here a few months may recall that Emmaline had four kittens. I managed to trap three, the fourth, Dreadnought, eluded me and when he stopped even hanging around Emmaline I went ahead and brought her in, afraid all the while that I had doomed Dreadnought to a slow death by starvation, or a quick and terrifying one by predator, or a slow and agonizing one tangling with one of the other adult cats. I’ve been pretty sure I’ve seen him a couple times since then, but it wasn’t until yesterday that I had definitive proof: the wildlife camera caught young Dreadnought coming up for a night-time snack. I was so delighted to see him there! And here, dear gentle readers, are the pictures for proof: two nights in a row the camera has caught Dreadnought snacking.

A grainy black and white infrared picture of the porch and feeding station.  Sneaking up behind the legs of the rocking chair is a small tabby and white cat, looking up towards the window where dogs are doubtless pitching a fit.  The time-date stamp reads 09-27-10 09:38:25PM.

Mostly hidden behind the waterer that isn't used because it's more trouble than it's worth, Dreadnought looks toward the camera.  Timestamp 09-27-10 09:39:49PM

Sitting under the rocking chair with body in profile to the camera, Dreadnought looks toward the end of the porch, over the camera's left shoulder as it were.  Timestamp 09-28-10 08:23:32PM

6 August, 2010

Ah, summer.

Apologies for the hiatus, which actually occurred not because my life is insane right now (it is, but not more so than it has been) but because of some very ill-timed thunderstorms which took down my primitive satellite internet connection here at the Manor, I also had an air duct cleaning company coming to my house, so I got pretty busy with them.

Life has otherwise continued apace. Emmaline’s new, more comfy abode is set up (it’s one of these cages) and in Roo’s room, where she can keep him company during the day while not trying to commit felinicide over the food. I hate to keep her locked up but this at least should be better for her than the dog crate, and certainly Zille will be happy to get her crate back. I am hoping this solves some of the problems while I get her fed up to a decent weight and also used to the notion that the food always comes back. I may however be forced to rehome her, or forced to admit she was happier as an outdoor cat. I’d prefer the former to the latter, she is SO incredibly sweet with people. It’s easy to see where her sons got their good nature, you pick her up and she goes limp and starts purring. Possibly there is someone out there who doesn’t want to deal with a kitten but would be good to my sweet Emmaline.

Speaking of Emmaline’s sons, the little goobers are currently charming the Best Mother Ever. It’s a good thing they all have homes lined up because otherwise I think she’d be smuggling a kitten home. The Best Mother Ever is here to fit The Dress and also lend moral support as I was feeling somewhat frazzled. Just today she made 72 cupcakes so we could taste test three different varieties for the wedding. If that isn’t moral support, I don’t know what is.

In dog news, Zille has graduated to collarless living! To qualify for going naked, a dog must know to move out of a person’s way when they say “Excuse me” and also know to get off furniture when asked to “off”. Fabric dining chairs, while are comfortable, they are harder to clean. checkout lafurniturestore. Zille is kind of resistant to the furniture thing but she’s no worse than the Dobermans are, so what the hell. Congratulations, Miss Zille!

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