If you don’t follow Forgotten Felines of Huntsville on Facebook, you should go over there now. Polydactyl mancat Trent, who is likely Brian Boitano’s father, and tuxie mancat Jeremy, who looks like he could be father to Katarina and Oksana (though he’s not floofy the way they are) are both at Petsmart now, and available for adoption. Unlike their girlfriends Kristi and Katia, Jeremy and Trent are friendly.
As mentioned up there, Kristi’s kittens are 3 weeks old today. Which means that they’re the same age Katia’s kittens were when Kristi’s were born. How do I not have a third mother cat giving birth in my cat room right now? I need a new litter born in that room every three weeks IF YA DON’T MIND.
(Fred: “I mind.” He’s no fun.)
If you missed it on Instagram/Facebook/Tumblr/Twitter over the weekend AND in yesterday’s giant weekly roundup post, I walked into the room Saturday to find Ohno and Scott out of the crate. Ohno was hanging out right next to the crate and Scott had crawled over to where Oksana and Katarina were snoozing, and curled up between them. I scooped both Ohno and Scott up and put them back in the crate, and no one has been out of the crate again – but I suspect it won’t be long before they’re all crawling around the room and driving their mother crazy.
Katia’s kittens are 6 weeks old (as of yesterday) and while I haven’t actually seen them eat any of the kibble or canned cat food, I’m sure they’ve given it a try. They’re using the litter boxes – not at 100%, but pretty close to it. They prefer the boxes in the closet – in fact, prefer to climb into the BIG boxes – to the smaller boxes scattered around the room. Those babies are growing up – and at 6 weeks old, they’re about 6 weeks away from being ready for spaying/neutering/vaccinations and available for adoption. WHERE does the time go??
2017: No entry.
2016: No entry.
2015: Little bit of the smug going on there with Skelton.
2014: Sometimes I have to speak sharply to him. “Stefan,” I say. “CALM. DOWN. RIGHT NOW.”
2013: “Did I already clean your ears?”
2012: It always seems to end with someone getting his or her face bitten.
2011: Out of control kittens.
2010: Corbett marches to the beat of his own drummer.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: He always pretends he can’t hear me when I suggest we switch houses for the night, because he is a mean, uncaring sadist.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.