Before I get to the weekly roundup, just a reminder that the August online auction is NOW going on, through next Saturday (the 15th), and some of the cool stuff you can bid on includes…
This cross-stitched picture made by yours truly. (I used to cross-stitch quite a bit, but stopped for several years. Now I’m back at it!)
And these three familiar post-bath faces – Jacques, Moop and Arundel. I have these very same pictures (mounted to Gesso boards) hanging in my bathroom and just love ’em.
You can go like/follow the Facebook auction page here. New items are being added every morning through the week, so you don’t want to miss out!
I was trying and trying to get Planchet to dive into that basket of toys, but he just wasn’t going for it. Hmph.
Your Daily BOOP, featuring Athos.
Porthos is showing off his pearly white (very sharp teeth) and those pretty, pretty eyes. (That is a blanket he’s lying on, not my legs. I do not, as of yet, have cat tattoos on my legs, but give me time.)
Look who it is! There’s Clyde and Jasmine (formerly known as Cutey). Jodi reported that she’s noticed when Clyde is tired, he is DONE (you can see it in his face), but Jasmine is a lighter sleeper. Also, Jasmine kisses everyone because she’s a little lovebug. They’re doing great, had some new (human) friends to play with the other day, and have discovered that they’re BIG fans of the laser light. (Thanks, Jodi!)
Your Daily Boop, featuring Constance. Constance is now officially OVER the 1-pound mark and I couldn’t be happier. (At just under 7 weeks old, I’d expect her to be more like 1.75 pounds – but she’s happy, healthy and gaining – and as anyone who has ever adopted one of our kittens knows, we don’t grow ’em small here.)
Planchet & Winter playing. I love to watch these two play (okay, I love to watch them ALL play!)
BOOPing d’Artagnan, who will neither confirm nor deny his Da BAYbee status.
Aramis, keeping Constance clean. It’s a big job, but I think he can get it done!
Breakfast! (I was briefly excited that I’d gotten all 8 kittens at the plate, but then I counted and realized Rochefort was too busy playing to come eat.) Clockwise from orange Athos (at 12:00), we have: Athos, Winter, Planchet, Porthos, Aramis, Constance and d’Artagnan.
Your Daily BOOP, featuring Porthos. He is such a pretty boy, isn’t he?
Play time in the kitten room. They certainly do entertain themselves!
Our very first foster litter was Mia and her kittens – Snoopy (he’s the one flopped over her), Flossie (the black and white kitten giving the camera the eye), Oy and Edgar (nearly identical black and white tuxies), and Peanut (the brown stripey one back there.) They were named before we started using themes to name litters.
They came to us in May 2005 when the kittens were… well, I don’t know how old they were. None of my blog entries from back then mention how old they were, but by their appearance and behavior, I’m going to say they were probably about 4 weeks old or thereabouts.
Unfortunately, Mia got very sick (I don’t know exactly from what, though there was conjecture that she’d gotten into some kind of poison at the junk yard where she lived before she and the kittens came to us – whatever it was, it didn’t affect the kittens) and passed away on July 5th of that year.
Her kittens were with us a little while longer, and then went to Petsmart where they were adopted out.
(And I remain amazed that after going through losing Mia like that, and as hard as it was to say goodbye to her kittens and leave them at Petsmart, we continued to foster.)
Your Daily BOOP – featuring Rochefort.
In August 2005, about three weeks after Mia’s kittens went off to Petsmart, we took floofy gray tabby girl Jodie and gray boy Rambo. They looked like siblings and were about the same age, but weren’t related. (You’re going to ask me what their stories were and where they came from, and I am all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because I was very new to fostering and never thought to ask what their backstory was.) They were with us a little more than a month, and ohhh did I like those two little goobers, but one of the things I promised when we started fostering is that I wouldn’t ask to keep every kitten we fostered, and so they went off to Petsmart in mid-September and were adopted (together!) shortly thereafter.
D’Artagnan on the cabinet, trying to figure out what he’s doing. That boy cracks me up. (After this I moved the cat trees so they’re right by the cabinet, so the kittens can use them to get down if they want to.)
Winter was talking and talking to me, so I started making a video, and OF COURSE she didn’t have a thing to say. Always happens (but look how PRETTY.)
Laundry day is a WHOLE LOTTA FUN.
Back in September 2018, we got mama kitty Ryder and her 9 – I SAID 9! – kittens. Among them were dilute tortie girl Dynamo and orange and white tabby boy Axle. Dynamo is now Piper and Axle is Axel and while they weren’t adopted together, I do have pictures of each of them and here’s a post to say – happy 2nd birthday, babies!
Piper is a total Daddy’s girl, will floof up in an instant, and has the most amazing tail (I mean, look at that thing!) And she is just the happiest girl ever. Happy birthday, Piper!
Axel is the quintessential laid-back orange tabby (I always say orange tabbies are the surfer dudes of the cat world.) He’s working hard on relaxing, loves his Mama, dryer balls, and he’s just a big ol’ snugglebug. Happy birthday, Axel!
(If you adopted one of Ryder’s other kittens, we would love an update!)
Aramis, trying to decide whether to join Constance in the pie plate.
The two most important questions in fostering: are you Da BAYbee?, and What’s that on your head?
2019: Luc didn’t grab that tail, but he certainly watched it long enough.
2018: She doesn’t eat with the PEASANTS, thank you, and will wander along later to eat some leftovers when the crowd has dispersed.
2017: Wherein Fred predicts Mercury has another week before she has her babies, so she has them immediately to spite him.
2016: Breakfast time isn’t always an orderly affair.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: Stop showing off. No one’s paying attention to your silly disco moves.
2012: Meet Tony Rocky Horror Pickle.
2011: The many moods of Harlan Peppers.
2010: On vacation!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Yes, miss Maryanne has made herself at home here, but no – we’re not keeping her (I know y’all don’t believe me – but we’re not!).
2006: No entry.
2005: I think he might be all talk, though.