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If you could find a way to relax, Rum, that’d be great.
Reverb’s havin’ a think.
Fred pointed out this box as being “A good box!” and I didn’t want to add it to the humongous pile of boxes in the shed (we do auction packing and shipping here, so I always have a zillion boxes on hand), so I took it into the foster room. I thought for sure Rum would climb in and Rumdangle, but Reverb claimed it before he could.
Rum did eventually check out the box, but was not impressed.
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Confession: I ALMOST posted this picture as last night’s “good night innernets” picture.
But I just KNEW that people would see that tortie sitting there in the background and be certain that it was a pregnant cat and get all excited.
That tortie is a male and is not pregnant.
Yes. That tortie is male.
Some of you are VERY excited to hear this, and others of you are like “…And?”
Only 1 in 3,000 torties/calicos are male – pretty rare!
So anyway, before I go into their story, meet the fosters – two of them.
This is Kate. She is a female tortie. (Please note the orange dash on her forehead.)
And this is Ollie, the male tortie.
Kate and Ollie both had wet FIP. They underwent and completed treatment, and now they’re in the “observation” stage. A very small number of cats who are treated for FIP relapse; if they’re going to relapse it’s in the 84 days after treatment ends. Ollie is actually through his observation period, just needs bloodwork before he can be declared cured. Kate will be through her observation period in mid-March.
They are brother and sister, are 9 1/2 months old, and came from a trailer park when they were much younger. They are scaredy cats.
Kate.
Ollie.
I’ve had them since last Wednesday and while Ollie was hiding at first, he’s now out and about. He really likes the beds on the wall. He hisses if you walk toward him, reach toward him, or otherwise do something he doesn’t like. However, if you give him some treats you can pet him while he’s eating. Fred has picked him up and held him VERY briefly a few times and he put up with it. I don’t think it’ll be long before he’s demanding petting. He has an upper respiratory infection, for which he’s on meds (he eats his medication mixed with Churu, thankfully. If we had to pill him or shoot liquid meds into his mouth, there’s no way we could. He is SPICY.) His right eye is visibly smaller and cloudy AND a darker color than his left eye. That’s due to a suspected previous injury to his eye, and is permanent.
Kate, on the other hand, spends all day hiding. At night, once the lights go, she’s a party girl – comes out, eats, plays. I gave her a few days to decompress and now we pull her out of her hidey hole a couple of times a day and hold her. She doesn’t like it and breaks away at the first opportunity, but I believe she’ll come around in time.
I don’t – at this point – consider them a bonded pair. They totally ignore each other, but we’ll see in the weeks to come.
Rum and Reverb are totally fine with them – basically just shrugged and pretty much accepted them immediately. I’ve seen them all chasing each other around and playing with/near each other, so there’s been no drama on that front.
That’s the news from the foster room!
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Alice is a perfect little cinnamon bun.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) this weekend.
Reverb’s sweet, curious face is the CUTEST. He’s all “You talkin’ to me?”
Reverb pie (my favorite!) with a side of Rum.
YouTube link
Reverb’s feelin’ kneady, and Rum is feelin’ purry. ❤️
“Tryin’ to Rumdangle here, lady.”
The cat tree is bearing fruit! Reverb on the top, Rum on the lower level.
Good night innernets. (Rum)
Let’s start off the day with your daily Rumdangle, shall we? We shall!
Reverb came up to get some petting and Rum thought it was a good time to lay the ol’ chomperoo on him.
In case you missed it, the online auction to benefit Forgotten Felines of Huntsville (that’s the rescue I foster for) is now going on – check it out and get bidding! (New items are added each morning; it ends Saturday, February 7th.)
Reverb needs a kiss. 😽
Good night innernets. (Rum, with the lights-on, no-one-home situation.)
Rabbit rabbit rabbit. (Rum)
Wikipedia: “Rabbit rabbit rabbit” – a superstition in Britain & North America wherein a person says/repeats the words “rabbit”, “rabbits” and/or “white rabbits” aloud upon waking on the 1st day of a month, ensuring good luck for the rest of it.
I will never get tired of watching Reverb play. He is a big fan of the track toys!
Reverb’s all “Rumor has it it’s Churu time, lady.”
Good night innernets. (Rum & Reverb)
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Previously
2025: No entry.
2024: Good lord, these three and their Precious Moments eyes!
2023: Queen Brioche wouldn’t mind a little breakfast in bed, if y’don’t mind.
2022: A closer look at the belly.
2021: “SHE’S IN MY HAM-MICK.”
2020: Haaaave you met Isabella?
2019: No entry.
2018: “Whatchoo MEAN ‘child support’?”
2017: She’ll be 10 in April which is not by any means OLD, but it’s certainly oldER and technically she’s in the senior category now.
2016: Extreme Ears of Annoyance.
2015: I swear she must be half monkey.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Giving me the side eye to see if I’m impressed (I’m not).
2011: How tiny IS Tiny Alice?
2010: M’Lynn the skittish.
2009: It wasn’t until after she put her glasses on that Samba realized she’d been whispering sweet nothings to a water bottle all evening long.
2008: No entry.
2007: Possibly if I stopped buying toys for the cats there wouldn’t be such an issue with them scattered everywhere, but I guess cat toys is my other illness.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.