7-1-21 Thursday

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Back in 2018 we fostered a litter comprised of 9 kittens – some related to each other, some not. We named them after Maine towns and called them (obviously) the Mainers. They were a hot mess, those kittens, and were my very first experience with ringworm. It was a good time!

Two of those kittens…


Floofy tortie Millinocket and her floofy orange brother Dexter.

Dexter and Millinocket (now Mollie) were adopted together – their people drove down from Kentucky to get them. And here they are today! (The kittens, not the people.)


Little bit of attitude? Yes, please.


So much floof in one little box.


Aren’t they gorgeous?

Sharon reports: These two are sweet little muffins. Dexter does like to test “No Chew” tape on cords. Mollie must insert herself in everything. That sounds about right!

(Thanks, Sharon!)

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Sights from around Shady Cove: the squirrels and other random things.


Yes indeed, little chipmunk, in the back yard seems like a wise place to hang out.


This is the mountain you can see from our front steps. One morning back in February I looked out to see that the mountain had frost, but only at the top. I thought it looked cool.


We have, in the 3 1/2 years we lived here, become pretty good at catching the chipmunks the cats bring inside. (I’ll note again that when Kara/Sheriff Mama was still around we hardly ever saw live chipmunks in the house. She usually left chipmunk parts by the back door. The year my parents came to visit, she left at least one chipmunk per day by the door. I guess she really liked my Dad!)


Oh, Earl.


“WUT.”


“You tawkin’ to ME?”


Tiny snail.


This is a katydid (also known as a bush cricket.) I think they’re so cool looking.


Teeny tiny frog.


I know I’m supposed to hate deer and that they’re pests and all that, but I am going to miss seeing all the deer that roam this neighborhood. Every time I see one (or a bunch), I always stop and watch them. (I’m sure the new house will have deer, but probably not quite so many. Or maybe in a year I’ll be complaining about the deer. Who knows?)

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Way way way deep down in the sub-cockles of his heart, Archie is a sweet snugglebug. (In real life, he prefers limited petting and sitting in your lap whilst looking angry about it.)

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Previously
2020: “WHAT. IS. THAT?”
2019: Flaunt ’em while you’ve got ’em!
2018: My GOODNESS you’re a suspicious bunch, demanding to know why I was emptying out my foster room.
2017: The princess does not work for her food, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
2016: “Look at my foot, innernets. LOOK AT IT.”
2015: Playing with Da Bird. Naturally Stefan had to get involved.
2014: Why do they have to grow up? Whyyyyy?
2013: I think we can all tell exactly what move Scorch is considering here.
2012: No entry.
2011: Finnegan’s face is cracking me up. “THIS ARE MY SPOT YOU GO AWAY.”
2010: Bolitar, at home wherever he happens to land.
2009: Saying goodbye to Mister Boogers.
2008: Poor little monsters, they have no idea what’s coming!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: For the most part Mister Boogers left the kittens alone, though Oy kept going over and sniffing at him, and he could hardly stand it, and he would growl and raise his paw to smack that kitten across the room, but then I would say “Mis. Ter. Boog. Ers.” in my Mean Lady voice, and he’d put his paw back down and walk awa

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