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In case you didn’t see it over on the Love & Hisses Facebook page, Mercury was adopted Friday night! Kennebec and Baby Beans weren’t adopted this weekend, but there were adoptions of FOUR other kittens on Saturday, so hopefully their people will come along soon.
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Several months ago I put the game cam out and happened to catch a light-colored cat at the feeding station. Then we saw him off near the woods. Then, a couple of weeks ago, the camera caught him at the feeding station when it was light out!
Isn’t he pretty?
Saturday Fred called me into the computer room, and we looked out the window to see this.
We realized that the food bowl at the feeding station was empty, and that there was dried cat food in the bottom of that box (that’s the reason the box was out in the driveway, because it was on its way to the pile of boxes that were going to the recycling center, but I needed to dump out the dried cat food first), which he was eating. Fred felt bad for him (that dried cat food was… shall we say… regurgitated cat food. I’m trying to be delicate here, I know y’all have sensitive stomachs!), so went out to put food in the feeding station bowl. The instant Fred set foot on the side porch, that cat was off like a shot.
This is actually how Rupert showed up last year – we saw him on the game cam long before we ever saw him in person. Hopefully the new guy will start coming around more during the day, and we can get him to trust us. I’d like to trap him and see if he’s totally feral or if he can be tamed, but we have so many raccoons who visit the feeding station at night that I don’t know how we’d ever keep them out of the trap.
I can say for sure that he’s a boy – I’ve seen proof via game cam pictures. At least I don’t have to worry about him getting pregnant – but I’d like to, at the very least, stop him from fathering any babies.
He looks young to me (but then, so did Rupert, who turned out to be about 7 years old), and color-wise he looks a lot like Coltrane. I’m calling him Stefan.
One thing Fred’s been talking about is making a feeding station that the raccoons can’t get to. Raccoons can climb – but, as Fred pointed out (and someone let me know if this is wrong), they can’t jump. So if he made an elevated feeding station that the cats could jump up on to but made it so it couldn’t be climbed, the raccoons wouldn’t be able to empty the food bowl every night. Right?
We have quite the raccoon population around here, as the game cam has shown. I took pictures from February 8 – 9 and stitched them together in a video. That black cat is the one we call Blockhead Tom. He’s been showing up for a while now, and he’s completely feral. We can’t get anywhere near him. The cat who looks white is the new guy. Newt shows up as well.
Sorry it’s so long – I made it so that each picture would only show for half a second in an attempt to shorten it, and took out the pictures where nothing was happening, but it’s still over three minutes long.
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Batman, from before I moved them to the guest bedroom and installed Lilybet in the foster room.
Kittehs with attitude.
::pbbblt::
“I’m Batman.”
Not impressed.
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I don’t know, y’all. I go back and forth on whether she’s actually pregnant.
Sometimes I think well, there’s a little bit of roundness there.
And then I think well, maybe not.
She certainly is a snuggly lovebug.
She usually climbs right into my lap and lays there and purrs, and then she runs off and starts batting toys around.
“I could be pregnant!”
“Or not.”
Early early early Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of Lilybet in the foster room (which is right next door to mine) singing – imagine a happy, high pitched, musical meow. She did it seven or eight times before stopping. I thought “She’s either having those babies or going into heat. I should go check on her” and then immediately fell back to sleep. When I got up a few hours later, the first thing I did was check on her. No babies, and not in heat. So much for that theory!
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No, I’m not snickering like a 12 year-old boy. Why do you ask?
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: And it’s QUIET.
2010: No entry.
2009: Kitten’s all “::Gasp!:: It’s Tom Cullen, the Ambassador of Love!”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.