“Now listen up here, kid. You’re the smart one from that batch of goobers, so I know I can count on you to figure this trackball thing out. You see that ball? It’s impossible to get. YOU’RE the one who’s gonna figure it out. You’re the Chosen One.” (Katriane & Gabrielle)
Working on their fighting skills.
Four years ago, we had these bottle babies – the Squash Bugs (named after types of squash) – who had to be kept in a cage between feedings because they weren’t yet litter box trained. Here, they were screaming to be fed (I actually had their sister in my lap drinking her bottle.) It’s not the sharpest, clearest picture ever, but it’s one of my favorites. From left to right: Zucchini, Calabash and Pattypan. (Not pictured, but in my lap: Ambercup.)
Four years ago (2015) was our summer of bottle babies – every time we got a set weaned, we got another set. This litter was called the Swimmers (because they were literally pulled out of a puddle of water during a storm). This little gray guy was Spitz, and he didn’t want any stinkin’ canned food, he wanted his bottle. OH, that face.
A word from Margeaux.
Nap time with Katriane.
This picture cracks me up because it makes Katriane (on the right) look so much bigger than Margeaux, when Katriane’s actually the smaller one. They’re giving me the eyes of “Enough pictures, lady. Give us the treats you’re waving over our heads!”
Guess what? We have an adoption pending on Margeaux AND Katriane (yes, together). They’ll be with us until mid-October so that Margeaux can finish raising her kittens and Katriane can continue to teach them her silly ways, and then they’ll go to a wonderful home. They’ve shown me in the past few weeks that they really are a bonded pair, so that they’re able to go home together makes me very very happy. (I always worry about the adults we foster, because adults are so often overlooked in favor of kittens.) (PS: Margeaux is going to be spayed on September 4th. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it happens before we have to suffer through any heat cycles!)
Now if all 6 of Margeaux’s kittens were to be adopted straight from here (and in a perfect world, in pairs), I would be even happier! (We’ve got a while yet on that front, though. They’re not quite 6 weeks old yet, so are still another 6 weeks away from them being able to go home.)
Josephine and Fleur show off their hunting skills.
2018: No entry.
2017: I can’t stand how cute he is!
2016: “I’m not crazy, lady. I’m not going over THERE.”
2015: Phelps has had his bottle, obviously.
2014: She is just the silliest little goofball, this girl.
2013: “YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, LADY!”
2012: Saying goodbye to Rupert.
2011: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2010: He meows, stretches, then goes down the cat tree, meowing the entire way.
2009: Have I mentioned that Sam is a back climber?
2008: Kara & babies.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Yesterday afternoon Rambo and Jodie were snuggled up on the cat bed on my desk, and she sat up and stretched, and then there was this ::fwoomp!::, and she was gone.