BluSkeyes Aida al Nefermau
It’s all sunbeams and brie for you now, Little Boo. Say hi to your Mama for me.
Three adult kitties in New England. They lost their caregiver to pancreatic cancer and need a place to go. Current caregivers willing to drive them anywhere within Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, Maine, etc.
A bunny in California would like a forever home. This adorable little bugger was dumped outside. What is wrong with people? She is safe now but needs a forever home of her very own.
As a note, I don’t have either of these guys, so if you’re interested, please contact the current caretakers on the linked posts!
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!
It’s interesting having a puppy in the house again. I mean, Musket is not a tiny puppy, but he is only 10 months old. This is occasionally difficult to remember because he’s a big boy, but at ten months old he’s not really expected to have his WHOLE brain grown in. He does have half a brain, and it’s a pretty prodigious half a brain, but he’s not quite got the self-control of an older dog yet.
So anyway, new dogs are always fascinated by the cats. Mr. Fluffybutt is no exception. He is not out to hurt cats, but he really, really wants to interact with cats and possibly play with them. The cats, on the other hand, are not accustomed to the laser-focused stare of a drivey dog. Well, none of us really are, because generally speaking I prefer softer dogs and so that is what I have: dogs who can be roused to intensity by favorite treats or toys but who generally speaking are pretty happy to lounge on the couch with a chewie. But I digress. Musket is a very intense dog, who very intensely wants to interact with fascinating cat beasts, and the fascinating cat beasts would very much like him to not interact with him.
Initially, Musket thought it would be fun to play chasey games with cats. This worked really well with Aida, who took one look at him and said “Oh hell no!” and bolted for the cat rooms. Then he tried to play it with Braxton Bragg. For comparison: Aida weighs about seven pounds. Braxton is roughly three times her size. Neither one of them suffer fools or puppies gladly, but while Aida’s tactic is to remove herself to a secure area, Braxton’s modus operandi is to catch the offender across the face with two or three lightning-fast right hooks. With claws. And he holds a grudge.
Having thus been discouraged from playing chasey games with Braxton Bragg, Musket next optimistically decided he’d try with Emmaline. Emms looks like a much safer bet, she weighs about eight pounds and does not swagger like young Master Bragg. Unfortunately for Musket’s deliriously joyful plans for playing with her, she grew up in the woods and believes very deeply in her right to self-defense and also has all her claws. Since Musket isn’t aggressive, just playful, he came off the worse for wear in that encounter, too.
So by the time he got around to contemplating playing with Roo, who has no teeth and no claws, he was deeply respectful of the personal space of cats. Once he attempted to suck on Roo’s head and was reprimanded by the people, and now he leaves cats alone except to stand at a respectful distance and sometimes cry from frustration because he wants to play with cats SO MUCH and cats do not love him back and want to play with him. In fact he has been cornered by cats on a couple of occasions. He has such a good heart that retaliation has never crossed his mind, instead he waits for people to move the cats out of his way so he can get by without losing an eye.
Musket’s also a very honest dog. He will not lie to you, he will not dissemble, he lets you know who he is and what he needs to make his little world right. He’s frankly a joy, and that’s why I’ve loved him from afar for a while now. Unfortunately he’s also a dog who needs tow ork to be happy, and the Manor is not a good Working Dog home for the long haul. But so far Mr. Fluffybutt is enjoying his vacation, as you can see from the light in his eyes.
The problem is that at the moment, Mr. Jackson Pawlick needs a home to go to! He’s my friend E’s foster kitty. E is Roo’s Guardian Angel, who pulled him from the shelter, nursed his cold, put up with his horrible pee problems, and then dangled him under my nose. When I bit, she drove 8 hours to meet me in Ohio and hand Roo off, and the rest has been history! So you know with credentials like that, E is a supplier of quality
retreadrescue felines. Of Mr. Jackson Pawlick, she says, “He’s 4-5 years old, healthy, UTD on vax, chipped, neutered, and negative for FeLk and FIV. He gets along splendidly with dogs and cats and children, has impeccable litterbox usage, and was 4-paw declawed.” What she does not mention are his enchanting green eyes and his fantastic whiskers.
Please click right here to read about Mr. Jackson Pawlick and see some absolutely enchanting pictures which prove my assertions about his eyes and whiskers. He is a handsome fella for sure, and I just want to hug him and smoosh gently on his magnificently be-whiskered face. He’s in Naperville, Illinois, so if you’re in the area or you know someone who is, and there is a deep need for a striking black and white kitty, well, there you go. Problem solved. You can thank me later.
For those of you who were wondering what became of the little tabby girl I sent off to Illinois not long ago, she had her kittens! One stillbirth, one runt, and three hale and hearty little beasts. Best wishes to Stinky (so christened because of an unfortunate and messy pooping incident on the way to the airport) and her babies, and to her owner, who is going to need all the help he can get in the period between when kittens become ambulatory and when they can finally leave for their new homes.
Cat Brain: A Step Toward the Electronic Equivalent. Science discovered cats are 83 times faster at cognitive tasks than our current best supercomputer, and decides to build a computer that works like a cat’s brain.
This can only end in tears. I’m picturing success, after many years, only to find that the computer only does what it wants to do, when it wants to do it, and demands food, sunbeams, and petting before it will even consider ignoring your request.
Tip of the hat to Rinalia at For the Pit Bulls, who found the article.