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I would like to publicly apologize to Tortellini, Pierogi and Wonton. Before I moved them out of the foster room, I was 100% sure that they were the ones kicking litter out of the litter boxes all over the floor. I called them out by name every time I swept up the litter. “Dumplings!” I said. “STOP KICKING LITTER EVERYWHERE.”
Turns out?
Yesterday morning.
It was Calliope the whole time! But I mean, come on. Who’re you going to assume is doing it? The wild young kittens, or the polite, sedate, pregnant adult?
Anyway. Sorry, kittens!
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Yesterday, while Calliope was eating, I decided it was time to change out the bedding. Instead of picking up the kittens one by one and putting them in the pie plate – they were sleeping so soundly! – I turned the bedding they were on into a sling, and gently lifted them out of the crate and into the pie plate. (You can’t tell, but there’s a pie plate under there.)
Calliope finished eating, and I wondered if she’d just leave them where they were – I am not kidding, they were sound asleep – but she took one look, said “Those don’t belong there!” and went in to grab one. (I scooped up a couple and moved them while she was on her way into the crate.)
And back into the crate she went. I scooped up the rest of the kittens to join her.
Then of course they were awake, so I took the opportunity to weigh them, and then they were REALLY awake, and they wobbled around the crate and complained.
Calliope kept an eye on me.
Pandora went for a wander.
Then everyone settled down at the milk bar.
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There was a gnat in the window that caught Tortellini’s attention.
Wonton came for a brief visit.
Then it was time for a nap.
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These pictures are from a few weeks ago (before the Dumplings moved out of the foster room). I came out of the shower to find Charlie and Magoo all snuggled up.
Rough life, Magoo.
Brudders.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky/Threads) yesterday.
WE’VE GOT A HISSERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. 🐍 (Zephyr)
Throw Back Thursday: I’ve never shared this picture before (because it’s so blurry), but the picture yesterday of Calliope carrying Zephyr made me think of this picture of Kim Wexler carrying Mike (2022), and every time someone gives me a hard time for holding up a kitten in one hand (“don’t hold that kitten like that, you’ll hurrrrrt it! You have to be gentle!” ::clutches pearls:: ) I think of how roughly Kim grabbed Mike by the side of his neck and carried him to the crate with him dangling to and fro and he was all “Lah dee dah, this is my life now” and he was FINE.
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It’s time for hissin’! This bunch is much less hissy than some previous fosters, but at least we get a half-hearted hiss from Cassandra before Zeus tells me where to go.
(Please be patient – a representative from the “Well, actually” contingent will be along soon to inform us all that I am WRONG, that neonatal kittens DO NOT hiss, that these kittens are OBVIOUSLY in distress and I need to get them to the vet ASAP.)
FOR THE RECORD, if you’ve been considering applying to adopt one (or two) of these kittens and have hesitated because you’re afraid that people on social media will come after you with torches and pitchforks for “breaking up” the threesome, rest assured that I will protect your identity. 🙃 Of course we’d love to have all three adopted together, but they are not bonded and would be fine split up as long as there’s at least one playful cat in residence for them to play with. (Email INFO (at) FFHSV.ORG to inquire.)
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Kitten complaints at the milk bar. Do I love little bitty kittens complaining? I certainly DO, it’s the cutest. (And also, Zephyr being SO LOST AND CONFUSED while six inches from his mother is cracking me up. Bless his little bitty heart.)
Cassandra says “Mama, Mama, my paw is almost as big as yours!”
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The kittens playing on the stairs – and Uncle Magoo keeping an eye on them. (Pierogi ain’t skeered of Uncle Magoo anymore, clearly!)
Good night innernets. (Tortellini)
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Previously
2025: Organizing kittens (TRYING to, anyway.)
2024: Pita demonstrates how to deal with mouthy customers.
2023: This is the sign of kittens who haven’t spent much time in the carrier, obviously.
2022: No entry.
2021: No entry.
2020: Make way for Lola!
2019: Look at the little SMILE on Antoine’s face.
2018: It’s feather teaser time!
2017: Beignet (who will be Bella) had donned her very special floofypants for the occasion.
2016: Barnaby Mouse, preparing to melt.
2015: I believe I interrupted an important conversation wherein Carlin was explaining to Skelton that “This toy? MINE.”
2014: Throwback Thursday: Stompers
2013: “Am. So. Sleepy.”
2012: “BABY STOMPERS NOT SKEERED OF YOU.”
2011: He was an absolute sweetheart and we are all the better for knowing him, even if only for a short time.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: They’re also a little more willing to bite my face.
2007: Disapproves of “this Koontz fellow.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.