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Archive for September, 2011

Schweet kittehs

So the kittehs are not all bad, you know. A friend today remarked at how I had been referring to “the kittens” as pests, homewreckers, a nuisance … He kindly didn’t use those words yet it is true. He was not mistaken. So let me set the record straight.

It’s my humor which misleads. It is my way of blogging – usually. My thoughts are also true. But this is not all.

The kittehs are precious and sweet and they make me joyful MUCH more than they make me anything else. The are a privilege to care for.

(They are also going to be gone by this weekend if I’m to host the houseguests I intend to host next weekend. No kitten wants to be squashed underfoot and no human wants to smell litterbox.)

So here, therefore, are some phrases and vignettes:

  • The other evening as I left them for the bedroom, each one in turn came to me for a scratch and a smooch.
  • Pepe has sat on my shoulder and purred into my ear. (DARling.)
  • Spot follows me around the house.
  • One of them reaches for me under the door in the morning.
  • They all trust and seek out Chloe.

And so here, therefore, are some photos of the little ankle biters in their most angelic aspects.

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Kitten Urchins …

… Elves, Gremlins and Scamps

When I first brought home this box o’ kitties, I referred to them in a high pitched voice as little darlings, “so cute!”, and “so little!”. Chloe was clearly delighted to have these small bundles of entertainment in the house.

They've breached the wall!!!

However, once they breached the X-pen “wall” into my living room I began to realize just how mistaken my characterizations might be. I learned over the next few hours that the only thing which can stop an inquisitive and determined kitten is a bonafide door and one that latches tight.

They may be little but size does not matter. Nothing is sacred to these little dickens. One has gotten itself tangled in my hair. Another squirt has dangled from a window drape. *grrrr*

 

 

 

Evil kitteh TOGO

The scamps have chewed (unsuccessfully, whew) wires in my office. I put up a baby gate and looked at them saying “I know this is a mere suggestion to you …” At least I hear when they climb it and can intervene.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ginny, Hell on Wheels

One of them, Ginny, is a holy terror who attacks her litter mates and bites and chews them! If I hear squealing it’s probably Ginny gnawing on Spot or TOGO.

 

 

 

 

 

Jackanapes

 

Then there are the little claws …

Pepe le Pew

Ankle biter Spot and Chloe the Giantess

Many lovely moments remain though:

They love to nestle with Chloe or let her maul them with her snout.

All four of the little waifs were waiting for me outside my bedroom door this morning.

The floor show is always a hoot.

You should be dancin' - YEAH!!

8 ounces

WELL!

If you don’t know me, you don’t know about my newest enterprise – kitten sitting!

Not really.

I had an assignment to write a story about our local county animal shelter and fostering very young kittens. They are surrendered by residents who can not care for them.

Back story: It’s a government shelter. They can’t say “no” when people surrender the pets – feline, canine, and others. The government workers who are employed there feel so much empathy for these little ones.

Specifically: Some of the kittens that are brought in are too young to fend off disease and too young for sterilization (that is, spaying or neutering and then ready for adoption) and they need to be fostered in an environment that is healthier – like, of all things, MY house.

So I went and did the interview (with a wonderful, caring, knowledgeable woman named Mary – go figure) and ended up offering to foster some little kitties. I wrote the story. It is a real human interest story and shows how some government employees are real angels to their charges.

And I took a box o’ kitties home.

Sleepy time

 

Four 8-ounce kitties.

 

They have changed my life in their little way.

 

They are innocent and fearless.

 

They are energetic in a way I can’t understand – but maybe could’ve when I was much and WAY younger.

They play play play playplayplayplayplay … ad infinitum. And. Then. They. Sleep.

Play play play!

 

Thank the good Lord for sleep. He invented it. He should know. It’s a beautiful thing, sleep. *sigh*

 

More to come. This is just the first installment. I’ll tell you AAALLLLL about the “kittehs”. They are pure, loving, clawFUL, innocent, sweet with sharp and tiny dagger claws that have already speared my drapes. *more sighes*

What have I gotten my self into this time?