So, yesterday I teased y’all with a picture of this little guy, Pharrell.
His story is that he was dumped near a feral feeding station in Huntsville, and when the caretakers showed up to feed the ferals, there was little Pharrell. They trapped him (he was so light he didn’t set off the trap at first!) and I got the message “I think we found your Pharrell tonight!” They thought he was around 7 weeks old, but I think he’s more like 8 weeks old, due to his weight and his eye color.
He is a scared little muffin, but the instant you touch him, he starts purring like crazy. I started him out in the bathroom Tuesday night, but – because I wanted him out where there’s more activity and (to be honest) I wanted to be able to use my bathroom – I put up the playpen in the front room yesterday morning and put him in there. Every time I thought of it, I went in and picked him up for a snuggle, and as the day went on he grew more relaxed. He, unfortunately, has a lot of parasites; I was originally going to put him in with the Coaches when I brought him home, but I don’t want him to transmit anything to them, so we’ll wait until he’s finished all his meds.
One thing of note about him: he seems to have suffered an injury to his tail. It’s about 2 inches long mostly a big bloody scab. He’s on an antibiotic and we clean his tail and put an ointment on it twice a day. He doesn’t mind us messing with it, so I’m hoping it doesn’t hurt too much. I’ve taken pictures, but won’t post them until it’s healed and I can post a whole series of them.
He is going to be the sweetest boy ever, I guarantee it.
(I also just about guarantee that his nickname will be some form of “Nub.”)
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Pink has a think.
“Whatchoo want, lady?”
If you look very very closely, you will see that a tiny bit of Adele’s tongue is sticking out.
That’s ’cause she was about to yawn, I guess.
OH, the floof.
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Stefani (see the orange stripe on her cheek?) stares off into space.
I put all three of them up on the shelf to get a picture of them together, and you see how well THAT worked.
“That is because I am the good girl (and you are waving a feather teaser around), lady.”
Not the clearest picture, but here’s Stefani in mid-leap and Levine in full Ears of Annoyance.
Shelton discovered the cloth loop attached to that bed and found it tasty.
Levine came along and was all “Oooh, whatcha got?!” and Shelton said “MINE.”
I put that scratcher house down there so they’d have something to jump down onto – they’re still kind of small, and the floor is so far away!
It works well, as you can see.
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Stefan atop the fence post. Behind him, the back yard (and beyond that, the back forty). I took this on Christmas Eve when we were about to leave for Fred’s mother’s house. I was putting gifts in the truck, and saw Stefan sitting there. I asked him to wait while I grabbed my phone, and he kindly obliged. I love this picture.
Happy New Year – y’all be safe, please, I need my fellow kitten-lovers back here safe and sound tomorrow morning to plow through the epically long 2015 In Review post!
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Previously
2014: “Hush up, lady. I wasn’t skeered of that car. At ALL. I was just making sure that the cat tree was structurally sound!”
2013: Skepticism is apparently a family trait!
2012: The New Year’s Eve of OUR dreams includes being sound asleep long, long before the stroke of midnight.
2011: Loony Jake’s all “MY catnip banana!”
2010: No entry.
2009: They pile up on each other and sleep like the dead.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.