Once again, there were no babies as of midnight last night. I’ll add a comment when I get up this morning confirming that.
5:51 am: no babies. (I’m only up this early because Dewey was tossing a headless rat around my room and growling at Jake and Stefan, who wanted in on the action. So that was a fun and exciting way to start the day, GOOD MORNING.)
When I first introduced Nola, several of you mentioned that she looked a lot like Willa, our faker from December. So let’s see a few side by side pictures, shall we?
(You can see these larger over at Flickr if you click on the picture.)
I’d say there’s definitely a strong resemblance – if someone told me they were sisters, I would absolutely buy it. (I know that’s your next question, and no – I don’t believe they’re sisters; they were found nowhere near each other, and Nola’s a bit younger than Willa is. They SOUND like the name of sisters, though, don’t they? Nola and Willa. Willa and Nola.) Willa had greener eyes, Nola’s are more on the gold side. I think Nola’s a bit floofier, but it’s hard to really remember since it’s been a few months since Willa was here.
A few weeks someone asked for a refresher on Emmy. Here’s a quick rundown, since it is getting late and I have a pregnant cat to harass before I settle into bed for the night.
Emmy was rescued by Forgotten Felines back in February of 2012. She was one of a group of approximately 40 cats living in an abandoned house. She was very very scared.
We were able to pet her a little, and she’d allow chin scratching, but anything beyond that would just send her racing for safety. She spent a LOT of time in that wall basket looking scared. After a lot of work on my part, she’d come out and flop down across the room from me. Fred got her somewhat interested in playing, but human interaction made her nervous.
I recorded my very first alien belly video on February 29th.
And in the early hours of March 1st, Emmy had her kittens. I posted about it here, but the basic story is that when Fred got up for work at 3:40 am, he checked on her and thought she was in labor. As it turned out, she’d already had her first kitten. She made it very clear that she didn’t want us in the room, so we left her alone. I checked in on her once a couple of hours later, and thought I saw three little tails. When I checked a few hours later, there were four babies lined up.
She had three little tabbies and one little frosted black kitten. One of the tabbies was a boy – Newbery – and the other three kittens were girls – Razzie, Logie (black kitten) and Darwin.
I’m not going to go through and post a bunch of pictures of Emmy and the Noms, much as I’d like to, because it’s getting late. I will say simply that the kittens grew up to be wonderful little muffins, sweet and friendly and pretty fearless, and once the kittens were weaned, Emmy reverted to her feral nature. She never objected when we wanted to handle her kittens, and she was a wonderful mother to them. We couldn’t handle her, though when we needed to get her into a carrier for spaying, Fred was able to get that accomplished. Much as we wanted her to be a house cat for someone, the truth is that she was far too scared. There was no way she could go to Petsmart and sit in a cage We already had one feral – Stinkerbelle – I didn’t want to add another to the population.
Lucky for us, there was someone who had a barn and was willing to take Emmy. At the end of May, she went to her new home. The last I heard, she was doing very well and is happy as a barn cat.
All of her kittens went to Petsmart in June of 2012 and were adopted out.
Har har, you’re hilarious. Hey, Nola. Let’s turn off the House marathon and watch something else, shall we?
Alexa: play Nickelback.
(Alexa) “Playing Nickelback.”
Oh Newt, you are just so handsome and distinguished.
2016: (4 weeks does not equal one month. No it doesn’t. No it doesn’t. NO IT DOESN’T.)
2015: “Oh, nice view. Look at all that green grass and sunshine. I think I’ll haul all 1700 of these kittens in my belly up to this shelf and look outside for a while.”
2014: No entry.
2013: “You are being a very bad babysitter, lady.”
2012: They are so SHARP, those tiny little teeth!
2011: I think she’s got a moose herd in there.
2010: “Well, goodness me, no,” says Reacher. “I am but an innocent passer-by who prefers not to get involved.”
2009: I weighed the kittens yesterday.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.