Crooked Acres Thursday.
Don’t get too excited – it’s a Crooked Acres Thursday, but I only have a few pictures from around Crooked Acres. It’s been a weird week – between Malachi showing up and my attempt to get the foster room painted finally and a couple of appointments that kept me out of the house for most of the day Monday, I haven’t had a chance to get out there with the camera. And some of these pictures are from the game cam so, y’know. Lower your expectations, is all I’m sayin’.
Caught by the game cam: squirrel in mid-hop, headed for the food.
Archie with some serious Ears of Annoyance, clearly thinking “Eff all y’all.” Archie is my spirit animal.
Carla Mae, headed for the feeding station. I love that there’s a squirrel on the feeding station platform, looking at her.
“What?”
Stefan (to the right), playing with a pod from one of the many sweet gum trees. If anyone wants small spiky balls that make you want to scream when you step on them, you just let me know. I’ll send you a bunch. Cats love to bat them around!
I don’t remember whether I mentioned this floofy brown tabby who showed up at the feeding station a few times. We’ve only seen him once during the day, but are keeping an eye out. He certainly is pretty.
This squirrel – she’s got a pecan in her mouth – sat atop Kara’s favorite cat house in the back yard for a good five minutes. I had just about decided to go out and see if something was wrong when it scampered up the tree. Pretty good picture for one taken through the window, isn’t it?
“Hellew?”
“Hellewww? Anyone home?”
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Tuesday night, we kept Malachi in the upstairs bathroom. He curled up in this bed and slept the night away.
Yesterday, we moved the bed into Fred’s room. Malachi agreed that this was a good idea.
That boy is SUCH a love. All he wants is to be petted, and when he’s not being petted, he wants to pile up in his big, soft bed and sleep. He’s still having some pain in his mouth (I think I mentioned that he had 3 or 4 teeth removed), and when he tries to eat hard food, he cries. Fred fed him canned food mixed with baby food several times yesterday, and he had no problem eating that. He’s only 8 pounds, and I think he needs to put on, at the very least, 2 pounds. He’s pretty bony. I wish I knew his story.
Dewey wanted nothing – NOTHING! – to do with him. I mean, there have been a lot of changes in the house this week. First we closed off the foster room so I could prep it for painting. Then we brought some NEW guy in and expected him to be friends. NO THANK YOU, said Dewey. Dennis stared at him, then ignored him. Jake and Stefan wanted nothing to do with him. I know they’ll adjust in time, but it’s funny to see their reaction to the mellowest cat in the world. (Some of his mellowness might be due to the pain medication he’s on, but even before we brought him inside, he was pretty laid-back and friendly.)
Unless he absolutely doesn’t get along with the permanent residents (or, I guess I should say, THEY don’t get along with him), he’ll be staying. I know, I know, SHOCKING.
We’re planning to rename him. Malachi is a great name, but it doesn’t fit him. When we figure it out, you know I’ll introduce him formally.
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Oh Dennis you beautiful, beautiful boy.
It’s a rough life, isn’t it?
Such a little flirt.
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Previously
2016: “Well, hello little mousie!”
2015: Meet Simon and Garfunkel!
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Ducks of a feather really DO flock together.
2011: The Box.
2010: She made her angry high-pitched meow, she stomped around, she glared at the basket.
2009: These sisters are so adorable, they kill me!
2008: To our surprise, the owl was still alive when we got home.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.