Some of the cats I have loved

These two cats are roughly the same age. The only difference I know of is that the big 15 pound hoss on the left was found when he was about eight weeks old, (a month after the little 9 pound guy on the right, who was an itty bitty four or so weeks old when we found him in our bushes.) So when we found Walnut, Momo was already eight weeks old and they were roughly the same size. There are a lot of unfixed cats, with new litters every year. I can think of two homes right now the road that seem to have new kittens every year, so it’s not even out of the realm of possibility that they are related, since I found them both in spitting distance from my home.

I suspect despite my best efforts with the kitten replacement milk, that those four weeks are a huge part of the reason for their size difference. ūüíú I just hope Momo didn’t suffer any developmental issues with his organs. Heart problems are already very common in cats, and is what took at least two of my last the kitties. As any cat lover can attest to, loving cats is a crapshoot. You never know how long you have with them. Not three months before we found the first of the kittens, we had adopted Newt from our local shelter, through Petsense. Initially she was sweet but very…bitey. Easily overstimulated. My poor kid was in tears because she got mauled every time she tried to love the cat. But when Momo came to live with us, that changed a lot. Newt took to “motherhood” with gusto, alternately grooming the little guy and kicking the crap out of him, and Walnut fit right into the little family when he came along. It was like suddenly, she had a place for all her…excess energy. They all love one another.

And the really cool thing about these cats is they each seen to have at least part of the personality of our last three. Walnut is the most like my beloved Methos. He’s big and pushy, super loveable, and delightfully weird. He’s figured out how to work the ice dispenser on the fridge and he plays fetch with the ice. Momo is my standoffish, skittish little puker, like our Bengal, Chloe, was. We had her nine years, from the time she was 3 years old, and she only really started to chill out enough to seek out our company in the last 3 years of her life (she’d had a rough start to life, passing between several owners, one of which had declawed her, to my horror). And much to my constant irritation, she was forever looking for the most inconvenient place to puke…like the Playstation for example. And Newt, the oldest, the one adopted from our local Petsense, is the most like Evangeline, my first cat as an adult living on my own. I lovingly refer to her as “my old lady cat.” You know, grouchy but dignified and generally loveable. Each of these new cats have brought joy to our lives, and having then around has been like having a little bit of our dearly departed kitties still in our daily lives. Sometimes I say it’s like we got the same three cats, only reincarnated. I’m half joking but it’s a comforting thought. Either way, I love them for both who they are and who they might be.

Gizmo aka Momo approx 4 weeks (2018)
Walnut (approx 8 weeks 2018)
Newt, Walnut, and Gizmo

Puppy…er, Kitty Pile

My best friend’s cat got pregnant before she could get her altered.

Er, her¬†cat(s), I should say…

The big, mainly white Calico is the mama of the kittens. ¬†She also happens to be the mama of the other Calico, who, in case you can’t tell, is majorly pregnant. ¬†Tonight, while Mama was nursing her kittens, her pregnant daughter also seemed to want¬†to be as close as possible. ¬† At one time, it even looked like she tried to nurse too! ¬† She also seemed to be very concerned whenever the kittens (her half siblings?) cried. ¬†I can’t say I have a HUGE amount of experience with pregnant kitties, but I have seen my share of young kittens nursing. ¬†Yet I have never seen anything like this. ¬†The younger Calico is normally very shy of people, but tonight, she not only stuck close to her mother and the kittens (even allowing them to attempt to nurse from her) but she also allowed us to pet and handle her.

photo: Cynthia Gemmill

photo: Cynthia Gemmill

“Pussycat, pussycat, I love you…”

So, today I was over at my friend’s photo blog, and I was inspired by her photo for yesterday of a baby tabby cat. ¬†I remembered that I have gotten some pretty sweet shots of baby kitties myself. ¬†So after perusing my blog contents to make sure I haven’t already posted these (I’ve typed in every relevant tag I can think of and I’m still not sure,) I give you these cuties. ¬†*these¬†photos are my property, so I ask anyone who wants to use them or share to please give me credit and possibly a link-back.

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Strange Sunday Musings: Tasers and Belly Buttons

1) Do you think there’s a guy somewhere on this planet that has ever tried to sterilize himself with a taser to the nuts?

People do some stupid shit, and the dumb-assery is not just limited to kids. ¬†Grown “adults” who should know better come up with all sorts of inventive ways to cause unintentional bodily damage to themselves. ¬†You would think the outcomes of some of these experiments would be obvious. ¬†Think of all the people who end up in emergency rooms after trying to use vegetables or small furry rodents for sexual satisfaction. ¬†People looking for an easy or cheap way to do something, (or get away with something) and they get these bright ideas. ¬†Think of all the strange warnings on products we buy everyday…those warnings just prove that some moron, somewhere, at some time, tried to do exactly that stupid thing that the label is warning you¬†not to do.

Please do not allow your dog to operate a motor vehicle while on this medication

Please do not allow your dog to operate a motor vehicle while on this medication

Oh, shit...

Oh, shit…

2) Do kittens have belly buttons?

Earlier today, the J* pointed at the cat’s tummy and said “ba-ba?” which is how she says “belly button.” ¬†Hubs said, “No, honey, the kitty doesn’t have a belly button.

I turned to him and said, “Yes, he does!” I know this because I have felt the kitty’s belly button before… ¬†It’s not much more than a small dent in his belly, buried under a lot of fur.

Or have I?

Kittens are placental mammals, and therefore should have belly buttons. ¬†However, unless you are right there at the moment of birth, you may not see the umbilical cord like you would on a human baby. ¬†That’s a mother cat usually chews the cord off after a kitten is born and the mother may then eat the placental sac.

(Image courtesy of Knittin' and Kittens)

(Image courtesy of Knittin’ and Kittens)

So, there you go… ¬†Now, aren’t you glad you asked?

Impromptu Photo Session with Stray Tabby

This little one has been hanging around the apartment complex for a couple of weeks. ¬†She’s been skittish, but little by little she’s warming up to us. ¬†She seems to want to be loved, but is still feeling a little fearful. ¬†And she definitely seems playful. ¬†My daughter kept chasing her around the yard, and the kitten would run far enough away that my kid couldn’t catch her, but not so far as to run from us (or our offered kitty food) completely. ¬†Trying to see if we can socialize her enough so our neighbor can take her in.

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