Tuesday night, John Smith was adopted! Yay!!!
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Do y’all remember Starsky and Hutch? A lot of you weren’t reading way back then in 2010, so the quick story is that when they were 4 weeks old, they were tossed from a car, and rescued by the friend of another Challenger’s House foster mom. I took them, and then they went off to Indianapolis to live with Jennifer and her son Kiefer, and were renamed Percy and Jack. This is them, tiny little monkeys, not long after I got them:
Well, it’s been a few years, and as kittens do, Percy and Jack have grown up. I got these pictures of them from Jennifer!
Keeping warm? We are up here wondering how much longer this crap go on. Frozen frozen frozen. I am feeding birds like crazy (and a bunny under the deck) who prides himself on hopping around and teasing Jack and Percy!
Had to share what one of these crazy fools did – – and we are out to prove science wrong. Came home yesterday from work to the marshmallow bag laying in the middle of the kitchen (it was purchased less than 24hr prior). Looked around and there are marshmallows EVERYWHERE!! Jack (Starsky) has a sweet tooth. He nibbled and licked everyone of the loose marshmallows. Surprise since we didn’t think cats have taste buds for sweets? Then again – Jack is a lttle whacky anyway. He is the mooch in the house and wants to see what everyone is eating. Maybe that is why he is a stunning 17 pounds 4 ounces. Yeah, he will keep anyone warm on the coldest night.
But don’t fret. Percy weighs in at 17 pounds and spends his time watching bears and cats on TV. He just chooses not to eat the crap Jack begs for. He likes the finer things in life like cat treats and tuna.
Percy’s Burt Reynolds impression.
(Thanks for the great pictures, Jennifer!)
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By the way, several people have asked how we’re doing, weather-wise. We’re located in Northern Alabama (close to the Tennessee line), and have really only gotten a dusting of snow. Actually “a dusting” is probably an exaggeration. There’s a danger of black ice on the roads, but other than that, we’re fine. It spat down snow for a little while on Tuesday, but nothing accumulated. Birmingham (which is a couple of hours south of us) got it much worse than we did.
I had no idea, when I bought a heavy winter coat from LL Bean for my trip to Wisconsin last February, that it was going to come in so handy at home! One of my jobs in the morning is to open the coop so that the sun will shine into it (the chickens will stand in the door of the coop and sunbathe on really cold days), and since the temperature has dropped so low (it’s been below freezing for a couple of days now), the water in the water dishes out there freezes pretty quickly. Fred fills their water bowls when he goes out there at 4:30, and then I go out anywhere between 7 and 8, and dump out the ice and refill them. Yesterday, I had to literally jump up and down on George and Gracie’s water dish to get the ice out.
(Most winters we don’t have to worry about the water freezing during the day. It might freeze overnight, but the days are usually warm enough that the water stays liquid.)
So we are just fine – I hope YOU guys are staying safe and warm!
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Um….
“Hey,” says Mariette.
“Who the heck is THAT?!”
Ferdinand is unconcerned about the fact that there’s a strange kitten hanging out just a few feet away.
“Uh,” says Maria (on the right), “Have we MET?”
::sniff::sniff::SNIFF::SNIFF::
“Because you kinda LOOK familiar, but you don’t smell like any of my brothers!”
“Are you a stranger? Do I need to put on my Stranger Danger suit? Because I really just don’t have the energy for that.”
This is Dennis.
And he is BEYOOOOTIFUL.
Luckily, he also has a Shakespearean name, so I can just lump him right in with The Players. He’s not related to them (that we know of), but he was rescued by the same foster moms who rescued the Players, in the same general location. Though at first glance he looks just like the other brown tabbies, he really doesn’t. He’s got green eyes to their gold/brown eyes, and where they’re long and lanky, he’s shorter and huskier. He’s a couple of weeks younger than they are, too.
In a move that Fred and I call “MEET YER NEW PARTNER!”, I basically just put him in with the Players and hoped for the best. There were a few half-hearted hisses from a couple of them, but after a few hours, it’s like they forgot he was the new guy, and he was snuggled up to Maria.
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“Excuse me, lady, I am waiting for my Tommy. You go away now.”
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Previously
2013: “You know you wants to kiss me, lady.”
2012: Pet store kitties pics.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Funny the things that will turn unfriendly cats into friendly ones, isn’t it?
2008: Those cats could not have cared less.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.