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Last night Cilantro, the lickiest kitten in the South, was….

2011-05-31 (10)


About time, I’d say. Now that the seal is broken, maybe the other three will find their forever homes too. Fingers crossed!

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Last week, the shelter manager sent out an email to the usual suspects, asking if anyone wanted to take a bottle baby. Since I haven’t had a bottle baby since (I think) the Bookworms, which was the Spring of 2010, I offered to take her. I was all set to bring her home, but then the people who’d found her had fallen in love with her, and decided to keep her.

I was like “Wah! MY baby!”, but really I couldn’t complain because that meant that baby has a home!

On Sunday, we were watching TV when Fred paused the show and said “I think your cell phone is ringing.” It was, indeed, but by the time I got to my phone, the voicemail had kicked in. A moment later, I had an email from the shelter manager with the subject, Want a bottle baby? Of course I did. I got the woman’s number, and Fred called to see when we could get our hands on this kitten.

We left the house almost immediately and set off to meet them in the McDonald’s parking lot in a town about 20 minutes away. Fred said that the woman said the kitten was “really, really tiny.” He also said that she sounded really relieved that we were taking the kitten, because they’re dog people.

We met them in the parking lot of McDonald’s – they were waiting for us – and she handed the kitten, who was wrapped in a warm towel (which had been warmed in the dryer) over to me, then signed the release form. The entire time, she was thanking us effusively for taking the kitten, and how the kitten had been so cold when they found her. I got into the car with the kitten and Fred got the bottle of kitten formula out of the back seat, and I put the nipple of the bottle in the kitten’s mouth. She looked up at me with startled eyes, and she wouldn’t latch on, but she drank every drop of formula I squeezed into her mouth. Once she was full, I burped her, and then I opened the towel to get a good look at her.

“Huh,” I said. “I thought their ears were more rounded than that at this age.” I opened her mouth gently (she had a cut under her lower lip) and looked at her teeth. I looked at her eyes. “This,” I said. “Is not a bottle baby. I think she’s got to be at least 5 weeks old.” No wonder she’d looked so startled when I tried to bottle feed her!

She sat quietly on my lap the entire drive home, and when we got home we set up a cage for her in the guest bedroom. Then I popped open a can of kitten food and put it on a plate, and she gobbled it down. Then she climbed into the cat bed and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I was scooping litter boxes when the phone rang. Fred answered it, and when I got downstairs, I said “Who was that?”, then realized he was still on the phone.

To back up for a moment, when we were getting the kitten, I’d given the people who’d turned her over to us, our home phone number and my email address in case more from the litter showed up. (If this were a movie, now-Robyn would build a time machine and go back in time in a futile effort to stop then-Robyn from handing out her number.) As it turned out, the kitten we’d gotten had been part of a litter of two, whose mother had given birth to them under a trailer. A neighbor of the people who turned kitten #1 over to us got our number from them, and wanted us to take kitten #2.

Which of course we were willing to do – obviously we’d want the two kittens to be together!

Fred could tell that the woman was driving while she was talking, and he said “Can you bring the kitten to us?”

Which is when she told him that no, she was too busy to drive to our house and bring us the kitten. She wanted us to come to her to get the kitten. She told him three more times how busy she was.

I mean, of course, WE weren’t busy at all. We were in fact just sitting around waiting for someone to do us the favor of allowing us to come get a kitten from them. OUR LUCKY DAY.

After the woman told Fred how very busy and important she was, he asked if she could at least meet us part of the way between where she lived and where we lived. They set it up so that we’d meet at the same McDonald’s we’d met the people who’d given us kitten #1, and off we went.

(No, of course we weren’t making rude and judgmental and profanity-laden comments about self-important “busy” people our entire drive there, why do you ask?)

Fred told me the woman had said that she “would” keep the kitten except that her daughter had allergies and THEN not two minutes later said “I just want to get rid of it” (“it” being the kitten). Well. I hope you weren’t trying to swear Sunday afternoon, because we were using up all the profanities.

We got to McDonald’s, and then had to wait, though admittedly we didn’t have to wait long. When the truck we were looking for pulled into the parking lot, I got out of the car. The back window rolled down, and a 6 or 7 year old kid held the kitten out to me. In one hand. No towel, no blanket, no BOX, just the kitten. Hanging out the window. In the rain. Fred came over with the carrier and got the kitten, then put it into the car while I handed the release form over to the woman.

She filled it out and I got the apologetic “Oh, I’m so sorry I can’t keep it, but my daughter has allergies and -” and I took the form and walked away because I had what I needed and I didn’t think I needed to stand around in the rain and be best friends with her. Fred stood and talked with her a minute longer because he’s polite like that (I’m usually very polite but y’KNOW…), and then we were on our way. She, I noticed, pulled into the drive-thru.

“I note she’s not too busy to go to the McDonald’s drive-thru,” I said uncharitably.

Fred did ask her if she had any idea where the momma cat had gone, and she said she didn’t. He also asked if she was sure there were only two kittens, and she seemed to be pretty sure, so that’s good at least.

When we got home, I weighed kitten #2, and found that she was only 13 ounces. She had all the same teeth #1 had, though, so maybe she’s the runt. Or malnourished. Or who knows? We put the two of them together and gave them a plate of food, and they hoovered it up and then curled up together.

We’d been calling kitten #1 “she” because the people we got her from told us it was a girl, but when Fred did a check later that evening, he told me that #1 was a boy and he thought #2 was also a boy but he wasn’t even close to sure about #2. I took a look yesterday morning and I thought #2 was a girl, but then I looked at pictures online and I thought maybe a boy and then I gave up and decided to ask them to sex the kittens at the vet. (Turned out, #1 was a boy and #2 was a girl.)

I dropped them off at the vet yesterday morning, then headed into Huntsville to go to Sam’s. I assumed the kittens would be there most of the day (they didn’t have an appointment, they were just working them in among the other appointments), but I was just about done at Sam’s when my cell phone rang and they were calling to let me know I could pick them up.

These poor kittens are loaded down with every parasite you can imagine, which did not surprise me at all. They’re on medication, and I’m hoping that in a few days they’ll be feeling better and will feel like doing more than just laying around sleeping. They’re a mess, but let me tell you – I love them already. (I know, you’re shocked!)

Meet Charlie and Patty Peppers.

That’s Charlie in the back.

Poor little Patty is just a straight-out mess. Her eyes are goopy and she needs a bath, but we decided to wait ’til tonight to bathe them.

Charlie’s a mess, too (little cuts around his mouth and his left fang is chipped off at the end). But here’s my question: does he remind you of… anyone? Anyone… with attitude? Anyone… Bookwormy?

Bolitar/ Buster, perhaps?

Only time will tell whether he has the Buster sass.

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Everett and Harlan, hangin’ on the stool. (Everett is actually not bigger than Harlan – it’s the angle of the picture or the way they’re sitting or something.)

Everett took off to parts unknown, and Harlan decided to…

..sharpen his claws.

And sharpen them some more.

Meanwhile, Sally’s wondering “What ARE you doing?”

“Just how sharp do you need those claws to be?”

“And why’s your back end still on the stool? Why are you half on and half off?”

Harlan tells her “Because I CAN.”

And then he couldn’t hold the position any longer.

The end.

PS: The Peppers Gang is off for spaying and neutering in a bit. Wish them luck!

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Joe! Hey, Jobey!


Someone requested more Joe Bob in their day!
“Someone? Someone who reads your blog thingy?”



“They have EXCELLENT taste.”

“A bit of the ol’ Joe makes everyone’s day a bit brighter.”

So true.


2010: They were distinctly underwhelmed.
2009: When a kitten falls asleep on you, it’s bad luck to wake them up.
2008: No entry.
2007: Wherein Stinkerbelle becomes a permanent resident.
2006: No entry.
2005: Good thing for him he’s so cute.



9-7-11 — 21 Comments

  1. Ooooh! New kittens! I hope they get better soonest. And whichever one is far better off with you two than with very important woman! I love your expression about using up all the profanity in the world on Sunday. That’s why I couldn’t swear!!

    And oooh! Those Peppers! That whole butt on stool claws on scratcher series was hilarious!

    Finally, ooohhh!! Joe Bob, my other love!! I swoon when you come near!!

  2. Does Joe have charisma or what?! Thanks for the hefty dose, the delicious Cilantro news, the tale of two kittens (welcome to Paradise, Patty and Charlie), the scratch session (one of my two does the same thing — apparently it stretches out parts of her the expected approach simply can’t), and yesterday’s Molly montage. Best of luck today, sweet Peppers!

  3. Oh poor new Peppers! I am SO glad you are safe now! (And I may have used up some of wednesday’s cuss words just now reading that story…). Eat up sweet babies and feel better soon!

    And good luck original Peppers at the vet! You’ll be back home before you know it and playing like crazy!

  4. Aw, little munchkins… Feel better soon, little dudes! I mean, sleeping and eating is pretty awesome, but once you start playing you’ll be all “whoa! this playing thing is so cool!”.

    Joe Bob is quite the dreamboat alright…

  5. All I can say is, thank goodness “That Women” met you at McDonalds and at least handed over poor little Patty so she now has love and a place to stay. And three cheers for the first lady who although she could not keep the baby, wrapped it in a warm blankie and drove to meet you without a fuss and passed on your number to her less than wonderful neighbor.

    I’ve gotten quite a number of stray kittens in my life in as bad a shape or worse, I’m pretty sure that with good medication and love they will be up and around in no time.

  6. Well, at leat that VERY BUSY woman didn’t just dump that poor little baby on the curb in the rain. I’ll give her that much.

    Besides, they have a MUCH better chance and life starting off with YOU!!!!

  7. People do need to remember, that when someone is doing YOU a favor…YOU should make things convient for THEM!

  8. First of all CONGRATULATIONS to Cilantro’s new slaves, may their slavery be blessed.
    Aaaand….. a Boli-Buster lookalike!!!! Someone’s smiling on me! I mean, tabby and whites, great, but that cute smudgy nose…sigh!

  9. Yeah for Cilantro!!!

    Patty is so tiny…please give her lots of hugs and kisses…so she will grow up big and strong!!

  10. I LOVE YOU GUYS! *sniff* Thanks for making my mornings awesome!
    Have to admit, as I was reading the captions, I SWEAR that I read “Only time will tell whether he has the Buster sass” as “BUSTERS ASS”…

  11. Our mommy volunteers at a no-kill shelter. She has seen or heard it all! We hope these cute babies will be healthy in no time.

  12. that does explain what happened on Sunday and my swear words 🙂 They aren’t all used up today though are they, because I have a few choice ones for those people and the condition poor Patty is in. So glad that she’s with you and will be looking and feeling much better soon..

  13. OH NEW KITTENS! if i lived closer and didnt already have so many cats i would take them in a heartbeat, they are sooo cute! — then again i’d also take molly and ciara and god knows how many others lol

    hopefully momma cat does not have anymore — but if she does hopefully she has them hidden where ever #1 was found — at least those people were nice about it, even if they were “dog” people.

    oh joe bob — you are too handsome for words

  14. So so so so happy for Cilantro!! Yay!! Let’s hope the other Spice Girls and Ciara get adopted too asap!! Wonderful news!

    Oh the new Peppers. What a start in life!! I worry about their mum! I hope she’s ok!! Poor mum!

    Hi Joe Bob – yay that you’re so chatty!! take care

  15. So happy that the Spice Girls and Ciara are in the process of being adopted! I miss them already! (especially Ciara – what a gorgeous kitty she is!)

    Yes, the woman that you met at Maccas was terrible! Good thing that Charlie and Patty are in your hands now rather than hers! I must say though, you are one lucky woman! To have Fred drive you all the way in a heartbeat for you to do your job in saving these kittens! What an inspiration!

    Aww.. Jmy first time seeing Joe Bob! (I usually see photos of Corbie, Sugarbutt, Jake and all). Ahh! I’m in love already already!

  16. Joe Bob (formerly Moon Man) will always have a special place in my heart. Wow, Charlie Peppers sure does look like Buster.

  17. Three cheers for Cilantro! Well done little girl, make sure your ub up against the other gilrs so they get to go home quick smart, too.
    The new Peppers kittens are (OF COURSE!) better off at your house. Happy, speedy healing little babies; there really is a size difference, huh?
    And was Joe Bob “talking” (read: complaining)at you the whole time you took photos of him? Aww, sweet.

  18. Yay for Cilantro! I wonder if she’ll keep her name?

    And are you sure that poor little Patty and Charlie are really siblings? Charlie is so much bigger!