Innernets, would you please give a warm welcome to LoJack?
I am guesstimating him to be about 9 weeks old. His story is that he showed up in someone’s outside dryer vent, and when they tried to get him, he got scared and ran up into their car. They lured him out with a hot dog (boy after my own heart) and waited to see if a mother or siblings showed up. None did, and so he came to me.
He eats very well, he understands the litter box just fine, and he might be the most playful kitten I’ve ever seen in my life.
We’ve had him since Wednesday evening. He spent the first night in the bathroom, then made it clear that he doesn’t like to be alone (he has very strong lungs). So he’s been spending his days in Fred’s office and his nights in my bedroom with me. The first night was a bit rough – I don’t think I slept for more than an hour at a time, and at 2:30 am he was up for some vigorous bitey playtime.
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“It’s 2:30. In the morning. Are we sleepy yet?”
The second night went a bit better, and by Saturday night he would go off and play by himself, then come back to the bed to snuggle up and sleep. (Seriously, I fell asleep at 10 and woke up at 1:30 find him flopped out on his back with his head resting on my arm.)
This cradle has been sitting in Fred’s office waiting for me to put it away, and LoJack discovered it. And then I died from the cute.
Seriously.
“Chill out, lady. I know I’m CUTE.”
Climbed up onto the dirty laundry to sleep. SERIOUSLY.
So I named him LoJack because he will be joining Ryder’s Fleet. We started the introductions on Saturday (in an ideal world we’d have kept him segregated for 3 weeks and then started a slow introduction, but this boy needed friends pronto. I did get him dewormed before I started introductions, at least). I’ve got pictures to share of the first introduction for tomorrow’s post, but I can tell you that there’s been very little drama and no Floof Suits from the Fleet.
He is a very confident little kitten, and is prone to stomping his way into new situations – he reminds us both a LOT of Stompers, not in looks but in attitude.
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Solenoid, up close.
“What, weird lady? WHAT?” (Cam)
“Lady, why you always pointing that camera at me?” Because you’re so CUTE, Dynamo!
Basket full o’ cute. (Clutch, Cruise & Dynamo)
“Tell them to make room for me, lady.”
Snuggly Dynamo and Pulley.
That is one FULL basket. We have Fender, Axle, Dynamo, Cruise and Solenoid. Half the kitten population now!
Same basket, different time. Same number of kittens, different configuration – Clutch, Axle, Gauge, Dynamo and Pulley.
Cam and Gauge in the sun. They are SO pretty, aren’t they?
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There must be some law about the kitchen island needing to be occupied by one brown tabby at all times. If Kara’s not there, Dewey is – and vice versa!
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Previously
2017: Breakfast at the Milk Bar Cafe.
2016: Chesnee approved the durability of these clumps.
2015: Stefan and the terrible, horrible, no-good, very rough life.
2014: Ralph, practicing his Crazy Eyes.
2013: “I don’t NEED to be tutored, because I am already the smartest boy ever!”
2012: You wish you had my glamorous life.
2011: No entry.
2010:I love the way Reacher and Corbett are basically the same pattern, in different colors.
2009: My poor babies.
2008: And if not, I can always buy their love with a plate of chicken baby food.
2007: Best. Picture. EVER.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.