2-19-20 Wednesday

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Back in June of 2018, we had a cobbled-together litter of kittens named after Maine towns, including this little muffin…

That’s Buxton, nicknamed Buster, who was just the cutest little cutie pie.

If you weren’t reading Love & Hisses back then, you missed out on our first experience with ringworm wherein I bathed all nine (NINE! NINE! NIIIIIIIIINE!) of them every other day in the middle of the summer (which was fine, it’s not like it ever gets hot in Alabama in July), then I’d scrub down their room and wash everything washable every single day resulting in 7 trillion loads of laundry daily. I can’t believe I made it through that experience in one piece, but every one of those kittens was the SWEETEST.

Well here he is today, just as adorable as ever!

Heather reports: He is awesome! Except he likes to wake me up at 4:00 am by clawing underneath my bed, and will then paw at the blinds, and if that doesn’t work and I manage to close the door to my room, he’ll sit outside and meow 😂. He still has the sweetest tiniest voice! We really do love him so much. He’s a cuddle bug!

I love it! (Thanks, Heather!)


The kittens turned 1 week old yesterday, and here they are with their weights followed by their birth weights.

Alejandro: currently 8.8 oz, birth weight 5.1 oz.⁠
Javier: 8.1 oz/ 4.7 oz⁠
Diego: 8.1 oz/ 4.1 oz⁠
Pablo: 6.6 oz/ 3.8 oz⁠
Carmelita: 7.9 oz/ 4.8 oz⁠

Yeah, they’re chunky monkeys.


Diego sings the song of his people.

Also Diego, back there hissing.

And Alejandro dons his hissypants.

I caught Isabella in the middle of reclining. It cracks me up how mama cats will sit directly on top of their kittens, then the kittens start screaming “HEY! I’M NAPPING HERE!” and the mothers always look so puzzled and get up and look under them like “Where’d YOU come from?!”

Mama’s not only a milk bar, she’s a comfy couch.

Sleepy little muffins.

We have a wanderer.

One of Carmelita’s eyes is starting to open, not that you can tell from this picture. You’ll have to just trust me.

Pile o’ cute.


I know I’ve been remiss in sharing how Kara’s doing lately, and that’s because she was doing okay, but lately she’s… not. It’s become harder to get her to eat, even her old favorites aren’t working. Our time with her is nearing an end, and we have begun waffling every day whether it’s time. We waited too long to say goodbye to Spot and to Spanky, and we promised each other we’d never do that again. But every time we decide that maybe it’s time, she seems to rally. When she still manages to find pleasure in the day, it’s hard to make that decision. Connie says always that it’s better to make the decision a week too early than a minute too late and I agree completely with her. There’s not a cure in Kara’s future where we can keep her with us for another 10 years. I don’t know when we’ll make that decision for her, but I don’t think it will be much longer.

Which brings me to Frankie. Lately, Frankie has had the sniffles and sneezies. He responded well to antibiotics, was nearly completely back to himself, and then over the weekend he got suddenly much worse. Fred took him to the vet yesterday and, well, I’m going to just cut and paste what Fred said.

Frankie was diagnosed with “very likely” leukemia today (the cancer kind, not the viral kind). To get a more detailed prognosis would require the kind of testing we’re unwilling to put him through.

He’s being treated for a secondary infection to see if he responds to that, and we’ll take it from there. There are apparently two forms of leukemia, one fast and deadly and one slow and more chronic; hopefully if he DOES have it it’s the slower one.

This is exactly what Stefan had two years ago. I have hope that the results for Frankie will be different, but if I’m to be honest, I don’t expect they will be.

Frankie from last fall.


2019: So to answer the question that has been asked a trillion times, yes: Charles and Caroline will be adopted out as a bonded pair.
2018: Such a pretty Frankie.
2017: No entry.
2016: Joe Bob’s been spending a lot of time snoozing on the heated throw on the couch, because he is SPOILED
2015: No entry.
2014: He’s such a little flirty pants.
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: A moment later, Fred yelled “We have another cat!” and went running into the laundry room to get a bowl of cat food.
2007: Look how tiny Maxi and Newt are!
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.