Zelda conveys so much attitude with just the slightest head tilt.
Jay and Zelda pose, while Nick and Myrtle have a snooze.
Well, something has Nick’s attention!
Myrtle’s little pink toes in the air just kill me.
While Zelda watches, Nick gives Jay the ol’ smackeroo (and Myrtle’s off in her own world).
Jay hates it when he’s the only one awake.
Nick just needs lots and lots of kisses. (He’s not sure what he thinks about kisses, but he’ll learn to like them, OH YES HE WILL.)
We have a lights (barely) on, no one home situation going on here with Zelda.
“This discussion doesn’t involve you, lady.”
Ooh, big stretch for Jay!
Myrtle’s little face is JUST. SO. SERIOUS!
3 of the kittens have made the occasional trip outside of the crate, but as fast as they come out, they go right back in. Nick has made zero trips outside the crate yet – I wonder if he’ll be the kitten who never returns to the crate once he leaves. I’m really ready for these kittens to leave the crate and do some exploring – but I guess they’ll do things in their own time!
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In case you’re new here or haven’t been around in a while: Trixie and Rocco have taken up residence on our front porch. They belong to someone in the neighborhood (we’re not sure who), and no – we are not planning to bring them inside and make them 100% ours because Charlie LOATHES Rocco. They have been spayed/neutered (edited to add: we had them spayed/neutered, I meant to say) and vaccinated (generally speaking, if someone doesn’t spay/neuter their cat, they likely don’t keep their vaccinations up to date, so we took on that responsibility) and if there’s bad weather expected, we set them up in the garage with beds, food and a litter box.
I know it’s hard to see what’s going on here, but if you look at the center of the picture, you’ll see Trixie sitting in the tree in the front yard. She and Rocco like to occasionally hang out in that tree, though they don’t usually go quite that high!
Rocco got a trip to the vet last week for an abscess on his hip. We worried about how he’d handle it – he’s very strong and doesn’t like to be carried, and we weren’t sure how he’d deal with strangers. Turns out? Aside from peeing in the crate (which you can’t really blame him for; if a guy’s gotta go, he’s gotta go) he was perfectly fine. He got some antibiotics and is doing well.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Line ’em up! From left: Myrtle, Zelda, Nick and Jay. So much attitude in one short row.
I’m watchin’ Myrtle, Myrtle’s watchin’ me. I think she’s cute; she thinks I’m weird and maybe a little obsessed.
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Myrtle’s got the hiccups, Jay’s cleaning his paw, and everyone’s kinda sleepy. Just another morning in the crate!
Nick has his paws properly crossed because he’s got MANNERS, thank you.
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Myrtle escapes the crate – FINALLY! – but then goes back into the crate because that’s where the milk bar action is.
It does, indeed, look as though Zelda’s going to be a floofy medium-fur kitten; that explains the constant case of (very cute) bedhead she’s got going on.
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The kittens had a long afternoon/evening nap and are starting to wake up. SO MANY YAWNS!
Good night innernets. (Nick)
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Previously
2022: Bramble’s checking things out.
2021: Yes, as you know there are NOT 70 soft and snuggly places to sleep in the foster room so that these poor wee muffinheads have to cram themselves onto the bottom of that scratcher.
2020: No entry.
2019: They have a combined weight of nearly 11 pounds, which is 4 pounds MORE than Caroline weighs.
2018: Katarina and the Crazy Eyes.
2017: I mean, I don’t know. You think Andouille might be a bit of a mama’s boy?
2016: MWAH!
2015: “Hey! I can’t see you, but I know you’re there and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
2014: “HALLO, INTERNET PEOPLES.”
2013: Buttercup whispering in Leia’s ear. “Say hello to your public, PRINCESS BRATTY.”
2012: “I appear to have gotten myself into quite a pickle.”
2011: McMaos, named.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: He seems to like having the run of the house, if the fact that he ran around like a bat out of hell the entire time is anything to judge by.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
I clearly missed the ears sproinging open, but am watching carefully for them to move to their final location.
And Myrtle thinks you’re only a “little” obsessed? Well, to be fair, she doesn’t have a basis for comparison, but you can’t fool us!
Nick is such a little panther in that 1st picture of him.
Rocco reminds me of my sister’s kitty Simon. He was another big tuxie boy. Luckily, he was pretty cooperative, but he was amazingly strong. If you were eating something he wanted, he would grab your arm and pull it towards his mouth, and it was always surprising just how strong he was!
That sounds VERY much like something I could imagine Rocco doing!!
I’m confused about Rocco. He clearly has one of his ears “tipped”, which is usually a sign to TNR (trap, neuter, release). Has it always (as long as you’ve known him) been that way? Am I mistaken that you had him neutered? Was his ear tipped at that procedure? If it was already tipped before neutering, wondering why he wasn’t already neutered.
I realize you might not know the answers to some of this, but I’m curious. Unless I’m WAY off base about some of this, it sounds like he’s not-a-feral-but-living-that way. He certainly seems to have “adopted” you for at least some of his “cushion” to the feral life.
We had his ear tipped when we had him neutered (and Trixie’s ear was tipped when she was spayed) – we know they have another home somewhere in our neighborhood, but honestly don’t know how many houses they visit on a regular basis, and didn’t want someone else with good intentions to take them to be spayed/neutered when they’d already been done.
Ah succinct and easily comprehensible, and completely makes sense (now, sorry, I have the DUH), thank you. Gotta wonder about people who not only neglect them but also have no curiosity as to why they’ve now got tipped ears. >.<
We were VERY prepared for someone to angrily knock on the door and ask what the hell we’d done to their cats, but… nada. (And to be honest, I thought that having them ear-tipped would shore up our defense that “Gosh, we didn’t think they had a home!” if it came down to it.)