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Just put his name on the permanent residents list and when Fred notices say “this old thing? He’s been there forever!”

I’ll make no bones about it – I do want to adopt Corbie and keep him here forever and ever. I’m having a hard time convincing Fred of that, though, which I ask you: is that fair? I think NOT. I’m sure Fred will cave sooner or later if he knows what’s good for him, but hell – I certainly don’t have to tell him everything that goes on around here, do I? I could always shrug and say “I dunno! I guess no one wants him!”

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I am betting you Maggie holds out for a good long time. As much as I love little teeny tiny baby kitties, I think she has figured out that *this* is THE LIFE. Food, personal servants, more food, tummy scritches, her own private guest room and bath… I mean really, why mess that up with kids? πŸ™‚

She’s no dummy, that’s for sure! She’s already figured out that sometimes when I go into the closet of the foster room (I keep that door closed, because I don’t want her to go in there to give birth, I want her to do it in the foster room itself!), sometimes I come out with a can of food that I then open and put onto a plate for her. When I have to go into the closet for any reason, she stands right there and quacks at me ’til I come back out. If I’m not carrying a can of cat food, she sits down on the floor and glares at me. She’s such a character.

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“I shall ignore you until you bring me the canned food. You bring me the canned food, I’ll think about possibly finding you a kitten or six.”

I think I haven’t mentioned this, but Maggie is foster number 144 (I’m assuming I counted right and haven’t forgotten anyone, which is entirely possible). If she has six babies, that will put us at a grand total of 150!

(But, y’know, no pressure or anything, Maggie!)

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Rufus, snuggling with my dirty sock and giving me the attitude.

Thinkin’ deep thoughts.


Rufus has finally felt comfortable enough around me that yesterday when I went in to hang out with him, instead of running under the bed to hide and then slowly coming out to flop against me like he usually does, he kept playing. He did eventually come over to me for snuggles, but I like that he finished playing first.

Now we need to work on getting him a little more relaxed. I’d like to let him out into the house because I think he gets bored in that room alone. Corbie did go in to say hi for a while yesterday, but I think having lots of cats and toys to play with is just what he needs. He’s still enough of a scaredy cat that I don’t want to let him loose in the house, though – he’d probably just hide under the couch and never come out. Maybe by the middle of the week next week we can let him out for a short roam and see how it goes.

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Joe Bob say, “Hel-LO laydeez! How YOU doin’?!”


2010: A future litter of kittens (when it’s MY turn to name them!): Dither, Ponder, Discuss, and Swagger. I’ll call them The Verbs!
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3-18-11 — 13 Comments

  1. Ya know Joe Bob. That box? There’s no shame in going up a size. So you’re a size 12, and not the 8 you like to think you are. The ladies will still think you’re a hunka hunka burnin’ love.

    • “But I’m a size 8, NOT a 12! I refuse to wear a 12! REFUSE!”, says Joe Bob. πŸ™‚

  2. Joe Bob is gorgeous! @Brigitte, we say, “That’s 2 lbs of potatoes stuffed in a 1 lb sack!” πŸ™‚

    All the kitties are fabulous and I hope you get to keep Corbie! πŸ™‚ Hey…Fred kept Alice….I think that is your ace in the hole!

  3. Hey Joe Bob — looks like 10 pounds of cat in a 5 pound box! πŸ™‚ Sweet!

  4. I can take care of Corbie’s adoption paperwrok Tuesday night! *wink wink* Are you still having any peeing issues? How’s Coltraine doing?

    • The pee has lessened, but not gone away completely. I walk around the damn house with the flashlight (which I find easier to use than the black light -that thing messes with my eyes!) and clean up cat pee every morning. Today there was only one spray. I can live with that (don’t get me wrong, I don’t LIKE it, but I can live with it!) Coltrane is doing just fine – he’s a sweet boy and in fact he’s sleeping right behind me right now. πŸ™‚

  5. AWwwwww here’e hoping sweet Corbie becomes a Permanent Resident soon! πŸ˜‰

    Go Maggie – let’s have some babies!! What a cutie!!

    Rufus is really quite a handsome young chap!!! Great to read that he’s getting more and more relaxed around you!

    Hello there sexy Joe Bob! Take care

  6. I am totally in love with Rufus, and that third picture, with the round belly and the fluffy pantaloons and tail, just melts me into goo. He makes me regret my firmness about being a 2-cat household, and also makes me regret living so far away from y’all.

    Please give him extra skritches from me. What a lovely boy…

  7. Rufus is such a handsome lad with his yellow eyes and the white tie/bib and white socks!

  8. OK, I’m on serious mancat overload! Joe Bob, you are a hunk, hon! ROFL over “pantaloons!” Yepper… they sure are! And Maggie, seriously, dear, I think you should shoot for 6. Robyn and Fred don’t ask for much…

  9. I do hope Corbie becomes a permanent resident too – He reminds me of a previous cat our family used to have!

    Plus the fact that I love the little guy too…