He ate for a while,
then sat down and washed his face, just like we cats do!
He's scaredy of humans, so he ran away when Mommy went to put more food out for him.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Look who stopped by!
Look who stopped by! It's our friend Baby Possum! His momma brought him last year quite regularly, but we hadn't seen either of them for about 8 months. He's grown so much. When we last saw him, he was the size of an 8-week-old kitten. Now, he's about the size of a year-old one! His momma taught him to not bother the cats. He's a very nice possum baby.
then sat down and washed his face, just like we cats do!
He's scaredy of humans, so he ran away when Mommy went to put more food out for him.
then sat down and washed his face, just like we cats do!He's scaredy of humans, so he ran away when Mommy went to put more food out for him.
Tabby & Rori's Tabby Tuesday
Rori & Tabby write:
We don't want you to think that it's just Carbon who enjoys those Avon boxes! We all love them, and the lids as well. Here's some pictures to prove it. :)
Tabby rolling over for attention
No, Mommy, put that away and PET ME!!!
Queen of the house in her box (with Carbon sleeping in his)
We don't want you to think that it's just Carbon who enjoys those Avon boxes! We all love them, and the lids as well. Here's some pictures to prove it. :)
Tabby rolling over for attention
No, Mommy, put that away and PET ME!!!
Queen of the house in her box (with Carbon sleeping in his)
Monday, March 30, 2009
Carbon's Mancat Monday
Mommy's an Independent Avon Sales Rep. We love, love, LOVE when she gets her orders, because that means we get BOXES!!! Her order came yesterday, but she didn't organize it until Daddy left for work (more room to work on it). So, of course, I snoopervised. When she was all done organizing and had sorted into the two boxes (customer orders and her brochures), she put the lids on them.I immediately jumped on the first box and "loafed" (pulled in my feet and became a rectangle shape). She petted me, then picked me up!
What? You don't want me there, Mommy? But it's MY box now; you're done with it!
She stacked the other box on top, then came and picked me up again. By this time, I was very confused and didn't really want to be picked up. She held me close and said that she had a surprise for me. I looked, and there were the two boxes being a BIG box for me to be "king of the mountain" on! I gave her a nose kiss, and she set me down on the top. I immediately snuggled down into a "loaf" again, happy as can be. :)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
It's my turn for the Fight Club!
Please vote for me over at Misha's Kitty Fight Club! Today, I'm battling Siena. Who's cuter? YOU decide!
Thanks,
Rori.
Thanks,
Rori.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Foodie Friday: We want Mommy's rice dish!
This week's Foodie Friday post is a dialogue of what goes on in this house when I cook chicken soup and rice. I use two regular-sized cans of chicken noodle soup (or any kind of chicken soup) and one box of rice pilaf or other small pre-packaged rice mix. I heat the soup, then put the rice in, add any flavorings, and cook according to the rice directions.
So, without further ado, I give to you the dialogue. All "voices" are those of the cats, except mine (which is "Mommy").
Mommy takes two cans and a box out of the cupboard. Skylar wakes up from his nap and comes running full-speed to the kitchen.
Skylar: sitting on the floor looking up at Mommy with hope in his eyes Mrrrrowwwww!!!!!
Mommy: No, it's not for you, Skylar. opens the cans
Rori and Tabby come walking in, and Tabby jumps up on the dishwasher.
Mommy: Down, Tabby!
Tabby sniffs the can lightly, then jumps down.
Mommy: Good girl for listening. pours the soup into the pot.
Skylar, Rori, and Tabby crowd around Mommy's feet while she stirs. They are joined by Carbon, while Starla watches from her sewing basket in the living room.
Mommy: NO, not for you. This is my food.
Skylar weaves around Mommy's ankles as she pours the rice into the boiling soup.
Skylar: Mrrrrrooowwww!!!!
Tabby: Mow, mow, mow, mow moooooowwwwww????
Mommy: putting lid on the rice soup. Nope, this is mine.
Mommy goes away to do other things while the food cooks. The cats also disperse, with occasional glances at the stove.
The microwave dings, announcing that the cooking time is up. Mommy comes into the kitchen, followed by all the cats. Skylar and Tabby start up their pleading again, and the others give her sad kitty eyes.
Mommy: dishing up a plateful of steaming rice. No, my food.
Skylar, Rori, and Tabby all follow her to the couch, where she sits down. Skylar jumps up on the couch, and is immediately put back on the floor. He tries again, only to be told NO.
Mommy: eating. If you're good, I'll give you some after I'm done.
All the cats have hopeful eyes.
Mommy: finishes eating, takes another plate out of the cupboard and spoons a small amount of the rice onto it. puts it down on the floor. Here you go, you guys.
Munching sounds are heard from the cats who swarm around the food bowl, trying to get in the best position to eat.
For other Foodie Friday posts, click here.
For those cats who roleplay, don't forget Chef Skylar's Saturday Sit-Down Dinner tomorrow from 4:30 to 6:30 pm. You don't need to have a Catster account, just sign in with your e-mail address. Click here to join.
Fundraising Update
Tabby writes:
Phooey! There have been no new donations for Team Tabby this week! Even if you can't donate a lot, every penny goes to a good cause: The Cat Adoption Team. They provide medical care to strays and abandoned cats, ferals too! They also find foster homes for the adoptable ones, outside homes for the ones too wild to be pets, and then forever homes for those who are ready for a human family.
If you can donate $11, that is all it takes for them to test one cat for FELV/FIV.
If you can donate $22, that pays for a "baby bag" for a kitten to take to its foster home.
To donate, click the button on my sidebar under "Care-A-Thon to support Cat Adoption Team".
Thank you! Go Team Tabby!
Phooey! There have been no new donations for Team Tabby this week! Even if you can't donate a lot, every penny goes to a good cause: The Cat Adoption Team. They provide medical care to strays and abandoned cats, ferals too! They also find foster homes for the adoptable ones, outside homes for the ones too wild to be pets, and then forever homes for those who are ready for a human family.
If you can donate $11, that is all it takes for them to test one cat for FELV/FIV.
If you can donate $22, that pays for a "baby bag" for a kitten to take to its foster home.
To donate, click the button on my sidebar under "Care-A-Thon to support Cat Adoption Team".
Thank you! Go Team Tabby!
Feral Friday by the Trailer Kitties
Food Bowl Rollcall:
Little Bit, Boo-Boo Kitty, Shadow, Spongebob, new white kitten, Orange-head Kitty, Black Tom Kitty, Outdoor Fluffy Buddy
On Monday, Outdoor Fluffy Buddy hissed at the lady when she put food out, but didn't run this time. We see Starla inside, watching us through the window. She looks like she's glad she's not out here with the boys after her anymore. Outdoor Fluffy Buddy got braver as the week went on, and let the lady within a few steps of him.
Little Bit is still in heat, unfortunately. There is nothing the people in the green house can do about it, because she belongs to the neighbors two doors down. One night, the man in that neighbor's house (who previously "owned" both Smokey and Starla) was fighting with the others and repeatedly dented a car with a pipe. Now the lady in the green house is scared to talk with him or his wife anymore. So unless they move and leave the cats, there's nothing that can be done about Little Bit or Boo-Boo Kitty except to love them, pet them, and let them come inside the green house when they want to. At least that much can be done, and they're obviously happy kitties.
Little Bit, Boo-Boo Kitty, Shadow, Spongebob, new white kitten, Orange-head Kitty, Black Tom Kitty, Outdoor Fluffy Buddy
On Monday, Outdoor Fluffy Buddy hissed at the lady when she put food out, but didn't run this time. We see Starla inside, watching us through the window. She looks like she's glad she's not out here with the boys after her anymore. Outdoor Fluffy Buddy got braver as the week went on, and let the lady within a few steps of him.
Little Bit is still in heat, unfortunately. There is nothing the people in the green house can do about it, because she belongs to the neighbors two doors down. One night, the man in that neighbor's house (who previously "owned" both Smokey and Starla) was fighting with the others and repeatedly dented a car with a pipe. Now the lady in the green house is scared to talk with him or his wife anymore. So unless they move and leave the cats, there's nothing that can be done about Little Bit or Boo-Boo Kitty except to love them, pet them, and let them come inside the green house when they want to. At least that much can be done, and they're obviously happy kitties.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
They have strings in here!
Starla writes:
They have strings in this house! Not just strings that are attached to things, but real strings that I can bat around and play with! My new mommy just got one for me and dangled it, bouncing it a little, and I ATTACKED! I gave it the old one-two with my paw, then bit it and swatted it some more!
After I was kind of tired from all that exertion, because it's been a while since I've played like that, I was going to settle down for a bit. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something else wiggling! I just HAD to go pounce on it! I ran across the top of the futon, jumped down into a crouch, and swatted. It was furry! I swatted some more, then used both front paws to get it to bite, when Skylar moved a tiny bit. I realized it was HIS TAIL! I put it down and watched it for a bit. Yes, it was attached to him. But it still wiggled so invitingly! Mommy was egging me on, so I swatted again, and Skylar wiggled it higher. He WANTED me to play with it! I gladly obliged!
After playing a bit more, I settled down on the couch to rest, a little way from Skylar. Mommy petted us both and told us how happy she was that we are both playing.
They have strings in this house! Not just strings that are attached to things, but real strings that I can bat around and play with! My new mommy just got one for me and dangled it, bouncing it a little, and I ATTACKED! I gave it the old one-two with my paw, then bit it and swatted it some more!
After I was kind of tired from all that exertion, because it's been a while since I've played like that, I was going to settle down for a bit. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something else wiggling! I just HAD to go pounce on it! I ran across the top of the futon, jumped down into a crouch, and swatted. It was furry! I swatted some more, then used both front paws to get it to bite, when Skylar moved a tiny bit. I realized it was HIS TAIL! I put it down and watched it for a bit. Yes, it was attached to him. But it still wiggled so invitingly! Mommy was egging me on, so I swatted again, and Skylar wiggled it higher. He WANTED me to play with it! I gladly obliged!
After playing a bit more, I settled down on the couch to rest, a little way from Skylar. Mommy petted us both and told us how happy she was that we are both playing.
What if Jesus came back as a cat?
Human populations are like cat populations. Who are the strays? The ferals? What would Jesus want us to do if He came back as a cat? How does that relate to how we treat cats? How does that relate to how we treat other humans?
After watching SpongeBob and Outdoor Fluffy Buddy declare a truce to both eat from the food bowl, and Little Bit recently bringing a friend to eat, I wrote an article about these issues. Feel free to read it and comment. You can find it here.
After watching SpongeBob and Outdoor Fluffy Buddy declare a truce to both eat from the food bowl, and Little Bit recently bringing a friend to eat, I wrote an article about these issues. Feel free to read it and comment. You can find it here.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
My diary featured!
Little Bit writes:
My diary entry about my kitten friend was chosen to be a daily diary pick over on Catster! Wow!
My diary entry about my kitten friend was chosen to be a daily diary pick over on Catster! Wow!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Another Smokey update
From Smokey:
I'm feeling a lot more comfortable in my new home now. I'm eating, drinking, and using the box normally, without my new purrents standing guard.
I've also decided to hoard all my new toys into the bedroom. Everything I find from around the house, I collect into that room.
I haven't made up my mind yet on the little thing that makes funny noises at me and waves around. I've sniffed out his room, and sniffed him as well, but then he scares me off. I don't know if he's human or what he is. He doesn't act like the big humans, but they take care of him, so he must be a little one.
I'm feeling a lot more comfortable in my new home now. I'm eating, drinking, and using the box normally, without my new purrents standing guard.
I've also decided to hoard all my new toys into the bedroom. Everything I find from around the house, I collect into that room.
I haven't made up my mind yet on the little thing that makes funny noises at me and waves around. I've sniffed out his room, and sniffed him as well, but then he scares me off. I don't know if he's human or what he is. He doesn't act like the big humans, but they take care of him, so he must be a little one.
A new voice for Mancat Monday
Little Bit writes about her new friend, a mancat-in-training:
Last evening, I brought a new friend by the green house, so he would know where to get yummy good food. He's about my age, and still looks like a kitten too. He's afraid of the humans in the green house, and put back his ears and crouched low when he saw them, but didn't run away far. Just ran a little ways then watched. He looks like a snowshoe kitten, or a ragdoll. The people say that he looks a lot like Rori's brother Knut looked at that age. He's white, fluffy, and has grey in a triangle on his face down to his nose and tapering up to his ears. He's very handsome.
The people in the green house put some food out, and I showed him it was alright by eating some of it, then I went inside to eat and he started eating from the porch when the door closed. He didn't stay long, only took a couple bites, but at least he knows now that they're feeding us here.
Last evening, I brought a new friend by the green house, so he would know where to get yummy good food. He's about my age, and still looks like a kitten too. He's afraid of the humans in the green house, and put back his ears and crouched low when he saw them, but didn't run away far. Just ran a little ways then watched. He looks like a snowshoe kitten, or a ragdoll. The people say that he looks a lot like Rori's brother Knut looked at that age. He's white, fluffy, and has grey in a triangle on his face down to his nose and tapering up to his ears. He's very handsome.
The people in the green house put some food out, and I showed him it was alright by eating some of it, then I went inside to eat and he started eating from the porch when the door closed. He didn't stay long, only took a couple bites, but at least he knows now that they're feeding us here.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Learning that laps are ok
Starla writes:
My new daddy just picked me up and put me on his lap for pets. I wanted to get off, but he gently held me there and petted me, talking to me the whole time. I settled down to a crouch and accepted pets, but gingerly, getting ready to run at any minute. I really didn't know what he was trying to do, because I've never sat on a lap for petting before. It was all very confusing.
My new daddy just picked me up and put me on his lap for pets. I wanted to get off, but he gently held me there and petted me, talking to me the whole time. I settled down to a crouch and accepted pets, but gingerly, getting ready to run at any minute. I really didn't know what he was trying to do, because I've never sat on a lap for petting before. It was all very confusing.
Smokey's eating cat food
Just a quick update: Smokey started eating her cat food late last night. She has to have her new mom or dad with her in the kitchen or she won't eat it. She'll also run back and forth between her new parents, trying to decide which she wants to be with! I'm getting almost daily calls from her new mom (my best friend), with questions because Smokey is her first adopted kitten over the age of a few weeks old (at age of adoption). Smokey's new dad has more experience with cats, but hasn't had a cat for a few years. So this is all very exciting to them as well as to Smokey! :)
Friday, March 20, 2009
Smokey's settling in well
Smokey via telephone from my new mommy to my foster mommy:
I hid under the bed most of the time, until it was sleep time. Then, I wanted to explore and PLAY and SNUGGLE!!!! I walked back and forth over the bed repeatedly, then climbed under the covers when they were asleep and snuggled. My new mommy rolled over at one point during the night and felt something furry by her leg. She, being sleepy, forgot for a minute that I was in the house, and was very startled. She woke my new daddy up, and he said, "It's the CAT, Erin, go back to sleep." She laughed, then went to sleep again.
I had some chicken last night. I thought at first it might be a trap, so when they put it on the floor for me I circled it, suspicious of it. Then I sat down and ate the pieces. It was yummy, but I'm still keeping my distance from them during the daytime. My new mommy put some fries by the bed this morning for me, then went and sat on the couch to watch. I came out enough so she could see my little eyes, then swiped the fries with my paw. I wasn't taking any chances, so they went under the bed with me to eat.
No cat food for me yet, and no deposits in the litter box. Mommy called Foster Mommy to ask her about that, but it's probably just because I'm a bit stressed from the move and my new surroundings. So Mommy isn't as worried about that now. Besides, Foster Mommy reminded her that I did eat the chicken and fries, just not my cat food.
There's a creature here! It's a gerbil named Truffles, and it's in a plastic box on the table above my litter box. I stood up on my hind legs and put my front paws on the table to look at it. It was doing something, so I watched it very closely. Each time it twitched, I jumped!
I hid under the bed most of the time, until it was sleep time. Then, I wanted to explore and PLAY and SNUGGLE!!!! I walked back and forth over the bed repeatedly, then climbed under the covers when they were asleep and snuggled. My new mommy rolled over at one point during the night and felt something furry by her leg. She, being sleepy, forgot for a minute that I was in the house, and was very startled. She woke my new daddy up, and he said, "It's the CAT, Erin, go back to sleep." She laughed, then went to sleep again.
I had some chicken last night. I thought at first it might be a trap, so when they put it on the floor for me I circled it, suspicious of it. Then I sat down and ate the pieces. It was yummy, but I'm still keeping my distance from them during the daytime. My new mommy put some fries by the bed this morning for me, then went and sat on the couch to watch. I came out enough so she could see my little eyes, then swiped the fries with my paw. I wasn't taking any chances, so they went under the bed with me to eat.
No cat food for me yet, and no deposits in the litter box. Mommy called Foster Mommy to ask her about that, but it's probably just because I'm a bit stressed from the move and my new surroundings. So Mommy isn't as worried about that now. Besides, Foster Mommy reminded her that I did eat the chicken and fries, just not my cat food.
There's a creature here! It's a gerbil named Truffles, and it's in a plastic box on the table above my litter box. I stood up on my hind legs and put my front paws on the table to look at it. It was doing something, so I watched it very closely. Each time it twitched, I jumped!
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