In case you missed it on social media over the weekend or in yesterday’s post or in the sidebar, Saturday afternoon…
Moira Rose went home! She’s now Roxanne Rose, and you can follow her and her brothers here at Facebook.
Here are the rest of the pictures I got of her before she went home. Such a PRETTY girl.
Okay, okay, you just wanna see the new girl, am I right? Say hello to Canasta.
She is about a year and a half old and was left at an apartment complex. She had a litter of kittens back in the fall. She was rescued, her rescuers were told that she’s pregnant, and then she came to me.
Is she pregnant? Well, maybe. Her belly is bigger than it was in pictures from a few weeks ago. She’s got visible nipples. She’s still small though, so we’ll see. I’ll be skeptical ’til I see kittens moving. For now we’ll proceed as if she’s pregnant. (The only way this differs from proceeding as if she’s not pregnant is the amount of time I’ll spend staring at her belly.)
She is a SUPER friendly girl – the instant I opened the carrier, she came out to be petted. She stomped around the room, checked everything out, ate a little, and settled in for a nap. She’s always pleased to see me (or Fred) come into the room, comes over for love, snoopervises whatever I’m doing, and if I leave the room she’s like “Okay, whatever. ::shrug::” We’ve already brushed her (she’s not sure if she likes it), flea-treated her, and trimmed her claws (she was kneading so vigorously her claws were getting stuck in the blanket she was standing on), and she’s been fine with all of it. It’s hard to get pictures of her, though, because she wants to be all up IN your face getting love. I can handle that.
Age-wise, we think she’s 12-18 months (I think she’s closer to 18 months), and as mentioned, this will not be her first litter. But it’ll be her last!
Note: Canasta is the name of a card game. Her kittens will be named after card games. The litter will be called The Cardsharks.
2020: No entry.
2019: Newt always looks ever so slightly amused, pretty much by everything.
2018: I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU, KHAL.
2017: That must be some pretty potent ‘nip in those toys!
2016: And the King was all “There, there, little subject. No one’s impressed by your nonsense.”
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: It’s the angle. The angle, I tells ya!
2012: He likes to run around with it in his mouth and growl at his brothers.
2011: (But I’m sure Anderson Litter Lung will still get me in the end. I’ve been inhaling that dust for years now.)
2010: Hydrox blew them out of the water at a hefty 5 pounds!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Poor Cosette – she runs from us now because almost every time we go into the kitten room, we grab her up and shoot stuff down her throat.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.