8-29-19 Thursday

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Jacques raced across the room, and it caused Fleur (who is prone to floofing) to put on her floof suit just in case.

She felt it prudent to keep it on for quite a while, but eventually de-floofed.

Francois and Jacques show a couple of the kittens the proper way to eat.

And then Francois had some milk bar time. (He doesn’t try to belly up to the milk bar very often, but when he does Margeaux puts up with it for approximately 30 seconds before she gets up and walks off. A girl’s got her limits. Katriane won’t let him anywhere NEAR her milk bar.)

More dinner.

I put Henri up on the shelf to see if I could get a good picture of him, and he thought the occasion called for some floofin’.

And then I was trying to get a picture of Gabrielle and Jacques and Francois heard the feather teaser jingling and came running.

That little smile on Francois’s face is killing me dead. (That’s Fleur snuggled up to him.)

The little kittens turned 7 weeks old (!) yesterday, and I decided it was time to go from fingernail polish on the ear to collars to identify them.

(Now instead of getting comments from complete strangers on Instagram/Facebook along the lines of “DON’T PUT THAT ON THEIR EARS, FINGERNAIL POLISH IS FULL OF DEADLY CHEMICALLLLLLLLLS!” I’ll be getting “OH MY GOD WHY ARE THEIR COLLARS SO TIGHT?! THEY CAN’T BREEEEEEEATHE!!!!!”)

Here’s Josephine (aka JoJo), who had blue on her ear (you can still see a tiny bit of it), but since I apparently used all my blue collars in the past, she’s got a purple collar.

Luc doesn’t get a collar since there are only two gray kittens, and Fleur wears one.

Formerly pink-eared Beauregard now has a red collar. (I’d have put him in a pink collar, but had none.)

Fleur (formerly yellow-eared) is in a neon green collar because (you guessed it) all the yellow collars have been used.

Gabrielle doesn’t need a collar because she’s got that handy line on her nose, so I can tell her apart from the others.

And Henri doesn’t need a collar because he’s distinguished by the other brown tabbies by not having a collar. Well, and not having the line on his nose.

At weigh-in yesterday, I found that Henri is charging hard at the 2-pound mark. Josephine is the tiniest at 1 pound, 4 ounces, and everyone else is in between, most of them hovering at 1 1/2 pounds. You can see their weight chart at the bottom of their page, here.


Jake’s loons are present and accounted for.


2018: Apparently everyone suddenly needed to sharpen their claws.
2017: Ya wave yer paws in the air like ya just don’t care.
2016: First he patted gently with one paw…
2015: #Torres #photobomb.
2014: “Well, I don’t like the sound of THAT.”
2013: It’s the one where they go on vacation to Hawaii and Arya ends up hanging off a cliff and a stranger saves her by grabbing her hair and pulling her back up the cliff! This one always gives me goosebumps.
2012: Thistle having a little alone time in HER box.
2011: And Gracie was all “Yeah, whatebs.”
2010: No entry.
2009: “Thank you, internets, for my new eyelids!”
2008: Sometimes she growls at him.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: So Rambo had his belly shaved, too, and he and Jodie are awfully funny looking, laying around with their little shaved bellies.



8-29-19 Thursday — 17 Comments

      • I have a cat whose tail is so big that when he puts on his floof suit, you can’t tell by looking at his tail. You have to look at his back.

  1. Francois and Fleur snuggling is too much. Hard to believe they’re 7 weeks, they all seem so tiny still!

    Kisses to Jake!

  2. I’ve learned too loose collars is a probably more of a problem than too tight. Too loose they can get their front paws stuck under the collar, or their lower jaw. Kitten necks are quite thin under the floof.

    • Isn’t it crazy how skinny their necks are? I check their collars every couple of days, and as long as I can fit two fingers under them, I figure we’re good. The bigger problem rather than making the collars too big or too small is that eventually someone figures out how to peel them off and then the collar disappears into another dimension. (Thankfully by then I can usually tell who’s who.)

  3. Mmmm, the joy of having to deal with pearl-clutchers. I don’t envy you. I can’t foster yet, but once I get my permanent resident count to something I can easily handle, I’m looking at fostering. I don’t think I’d blog like you do, though, for exactly that reason.

    • The worst part is that sarcasm is my knee-jerk reaction, and I’ve typed and then deleted “Well, something’s gotta kill them” more times than I can count. 🙂

      • *laughs* A woman after my own heart. Perhaps: “Well, they seem to be just fine, random strangers on the Internet who don’t have any of their own affairs to have heart attacks over notwithstanding”

  4. Francois: I’m gonna go to the milk bar!

    Margeaux: Nice to have goals, kid. But I’m not going to nurse a cat almost as big as I am.

  5. I have to say that my life is kind of royally crazy and stressful. I look so forward to your posts/pictures of the babies you foster. I have fostered one sweet girl and I so wanted to keep her but knew I couldn’t because my 3 didn’t care for her. Cats are my only link to sanity most days and I thank you so much for sharing the fosters.

    • Thank you for reading, Teri. :)(And wanting to keep fosters but knowing it’s not the right choice for your permanent residents is SO hard. You have my sympathy!)

  6. Thank for being willing to deal with the comments from the peanut gallery so that we can continue to enjoy your kitteny goodness. We appreciate it. Our only worries are about the EXTREME lack of toys and soft places to sleep. (KIDDING!)

  7. Fleur reminds me of a tiny dinosaur skeleton in the first pic, and in the second one, her tail looks just like a mascara brush 🙂