These three absolutely adorable kittens are in the Austin, TX area, and need a home! Reader Trudy rescued them off the street, tamed them and loved them, and helped them grow into the beautiful boys you see here. Now it’s time for them to find their forever home! Please click on the picture (or this link right here) to learn more about them, or email Trudy at email@example.com if you have any questions or know someone who might be interested!
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So, back in 2011, we had the Peppers Gang – Everett, Lucy, Harlan, Molly, and Sally. They were hissy when we first got them, but they eventually got over that nonsense, turned into friendly little lovers, and then went off to Petsmart. Molly (silver tabby) and Harlan (brown tabby) were adopted, but Everett, Lucy, and Sally sat and sat at Petsmart. In January 2012, they came back here for a break from the cage, and during that time I took some pictures that were among my favorites.
Yesterday, I got an update on Everett Peppers, the Da Bird-lovin’ jumper who reached amazing heights in his quest to CAPTURE that thing!
We’ve had Everett Peppers for almost 2 years now, and we LOVE LOVE LOVE him, and of course we kept his awesome name! We also have a 7 year old kitty, Lulu, who at first was extremely unimpressed with Everett. There was a lot of hissing in the beginning. Lulu is getting a bit crotchety in her middle age, and tends to be displeased with most things in life, except for my 11 year old son (who is HER human). However, she finally came around and has decided that Everett is not, in fact, the devil. He’s still a bit too high energy for her liking, but she tolerates him, and even allows him to snuggle with her (assuming she is already asleep and comfy when he shows up). Everett on the other hand just LOVES Lulu so terribly much and constantly follows her, tries to clean her, play with her, and snuggle with her, much to her continued annoyance.
We learned very quickly that Everett NEEDS at least 20-30 minutes of active play time chasing da bird every single day. If not, he will go find and drag da bird into your room and place it on your face at 3 am until you wake up and play with him. He is the perfect mix of energetic, playful, loving, and sweet of any cat I’ve ever met! He has chosen me as his human (partly because Lulu is a bit territorial over my son), and sleeps with me every night. I’m convinced he might be part dog because he loves to play fetch, and will meet me at the door, tail wagging, when I get home from work. He also loooooves to have his belly rubbed!
One last, but very important note: I can’t say enough good things about adopting a cat from Love & Hisses. If you have room in your home, and in your heart, do it! Lulu was a shelter kitty (from The Ark, a wonderful local shelter), and while adopting any cat from any shelter is a great thing, there is a notable difference in Everett. It is clear that he is well adjusted to being in a home and around other cats. It’s also very clear that he was loved very much in Robyn’s home. I think kitties who are lucky enough to spend their foster time in a home with other cats and someone who sincerely loves them so much have an easier time adjusting to home life. My only regret is that we didn’t rescue him from the cage at Pet Smart sooner! He seems to have a bit of PTSD from the cage, as he cries and cries whenever he has to go into his carrier, or gets separated from the family in another room.
We love Everett Peppers so very much!
Emma also reported that Everett lost his white whiskers last summer, and they haven’t grown back in. Everett’s white whiskers were how I was able to easily tell him apart (from a distance) from his sisters. They gave him a jaunty air, but I guess he decided he didn’t need them any more!
Thank you so much for the update on Everett, Emma! I sure do love seeing his sweet face and hearing about how he’s doing.
In case you read Love & Hisses very early in the morning, you might have missed where I edited to add that this happened:
Tony and Melfi did come back (as I mentioned yesterday), but with the way adoptions have been this past week, I think they won’t be around for long. And HOPEFULLY the same will be true of their mother!
Every now and then, Jake gets kind of fixated on Stinkerbelle, and he follows her around, and tries to play with her. She DOES NOT want to play with him, and she’s made that perfectly clear. He kinda scares her! The other night, he was doing his thing, and tried to join her on one of the platforms in the front room. She let out her scary scream, and I don’t know if she actually made contact with him or not (I wish the camera had been tilted upward just a bit more!), but down he came.
(The fall is kind of scary looking, but rest assured that he is FINE, and we’re probably going to put a blanket on that table to catch any falls in the future. Personally, I think we need a safety net like they use in the circus.)
Thank you, everyone, for your good thoughts for Alice. She came through surgery just fine, and is now home recovering. We kept her in Fred’s room overnight, just so she could relax without the other cats harassing her, and she was in HEAVEN. Perhaps you’ve heard that she loves her Daddy, yo?
To answer the questions a few of you had, we realized on New Year’s Eve that Alice was spending a lot of time in the litter box. It was too late to get her in with the vet that day. And then the next day, we realized that there was blood in her urine. Other than the peeing, she was acting fine – eating, playing – and so rather than take her off to the emergency vet, we opted to wait ’til the office reopened on January 2nd.
(If Alice had been a boy, we would NOT have waited. Females can get blocked, but it’s unusual and is a lot more common in males.)
So we took her to the vet on Thursday, and they thought she had a urinary tract infection. We got antibiotics, and started her on them immediately.
Saturday morning I walked into the kitchen and found Alice squatting in the sink. When she jumped out, I could see that she’d peed a little, and it looked like it was all blood. She’d been on antibiotics for only a day and a half, but it seemed that she was getting worse instead of better. There’s a vet about half an hour away who’s open on Saturday, so Fred called and got an immediate appointment for her. We took her, they did an extensive exam, and weren’t able to get a urine sample. They told us to keep her on the antibiotics, and gave us the tools to get a urine sample (“tools”: sterile sample container and a syringe).
Sunday, Fred got an excellent urine sample (it was easier, since Alice was peeing in the sink at the time; yeah, I know: gross), and then late on Sunday he got another one, just to be safe. He took them to the vet on Monday and dropped them off, they sent them off to the lab, and then on Tuesday they called and asked us to bring her in for an X-Ray, whereupon we saw the stone.
The funny part of that visit was that, after we’d decided on surgery, the vet started looking at his schedule and mentioning the possibility of doing surgery on Thursday. Which is when I laughed and said “Fred would like you to go out back and starting scrubbing for surgery RIGHT NOW!” When it comes to the cats, Fred is 100% Aurora Greenway.
The vet took one look at Fred’s crazy eyes and offered to work through lunch the next day. Heh.
So Alice is home, she’s recovering, and they’ve sent off the stone for tests so we’ll know exactly what we’re dealing with!
2013: “LADY YOU GOTTA SIT DOWN. I NEED SOME LAP TIME.”
2012: Also, so you don’t have to go without your kitteh fix, here I am getting my very first kitten for my (I think) sixth birthday, so it was mumblety-mumble years ago.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: She’s all ::sniffsniffsniff:: “HI TOMMY!” and he’s all “Yeah, whatever, runt.”
2008: No entry.
2007: Naturally, Mister Boogers heard us talking to them, and came up to be a jerk.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.