Remember this gorgeous face?
That is, of course, Khaleesi, who was our pregnant foster way back in 2013. She gave birth to Ember, Scorch, Puff and Ruth, and adopted Norbie.
Alton said: We went to Auburn a couple of weeks ago to see Khaleesi (the daughter was there, too). Her Majesty wanted to play. She also needed a claw clipping, which I discovered the hard way.
He also added:
Over the last couple of weeks Lily and I have watched these episodes of Nature “The Story of Cats” on PBS. I’m wondering if you’ve seen them? The L&H community might enjoy them.
When they talked about cats taking the place of dinosaurs as the last great land predator, we both looked over at Bubba snoozing in the cat tree, looked at each other, and shrugged.
Thanks for sharing, Alton!
You may have already heard about this on Facebook. Saturday night, I was laying in bed reading, and I kept hearing the sounds of cats playing. Sometimes Jake and Alice get a little loud, chasing each other around, so I figured that was what I was hearing. After about 10 minutes, I started hearing not only the sounds of running, leaping, and jumping, but also some squeaking. For a moment I thought it was one of those toys that squeaks when it’s batted, but decided I better get up and see what was going on.
Which is when I realized that Jake and Alice had been chasing after a flying squirrel. When I walked into the front room, Jake had it pinned on its back. I yelled at him to let it go, and the squirrel ran into the fireplace, behind the litter box. I bellowed several times for Fred (who was already sleeping) to come help me, and he eventually heard me, and came downstairs. We had it cornered in the fireplace, and when Fred reached down to pick it up, it flew up, bounced over him, and ran to the other side of the room.
It took a few more minutes, but he got it trapped under a plastic container, and took it outside to set it free.
I tried to convince him that we needed to keep it as a pet, but he wasn’t having it (and I wasn’t serious, anyway.)
I have no idea where it came from, but I suspect it came down the chimney in the front room. Stefan wasn’t involved in the whole thing, because he was outside for the night. The biggest surprise, to me, is that Sheriff Kara didn’t go stomping into the front room and take care of matters, since she’s our best hunter.
I had to take Charleston and Abby to the vet last Thursday. They’d both stopped eating and had lost weight – they weren’t big kittens to start with, and by the time I realized they were hardly eating, they’d gotten bony. The vet ran tests and couldn’t find anything wrong, so gave them fluids and suggested I syringe feed them Hill’s A/D until they started eating on their own again. Abby rebounded quickly, and by Sunday was back to her previous highest weight. Charleston’s apparently taking the long recovery – he’s been eating on his own, but he mostly wants to sit in my lap and complain to me. He’s gained a little weight back, so I’m not too worried about him, but I’m… Okay, I’m worried about him, it’s what I do. But I’m not SERIOUSLY worried about him at this point.
I don’t know what’s actually in the Hill’s A/D, but it’s like crack to all the kittens. I was syringing some into Charleston’s mouth yesterday, and Iva came up and tried to eat the food OUT OF HIS MOUTH while he was swallowing it.
2015: No entry.
2014: We got out Da Bird, and Dennis got involved.
2013: The Loonicorn!
2012: VERY pleased with herself, our Polly.
2011: Not a single Pepper was adopted over the weekend, are you BLIND?
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Kittens in tiny hats.
2007: “What do YOU want? Go away. You have COOTIES.”
2006: Newt lurrrrrves his Momma.
2005: The Downfall of Senator Stanley J. Boogerton.