You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. YOU KNOW YOU DO. You better hurry up! (And yes, of course I’m happy to send cards to other countries!) Send your name and mailing address to hollydays@gmail.com .
I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.
If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does and doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.
One more day to enter to win a copy of this adorable book, here! You can enter ’til 3 pm tomorrow. I’ve got two copies to give away, so your chances are good! Again, go here to enter.
Meet the new guys!
Jax, Clay, Tig and Opie.
They’re eight weeks old and a bit shy, but they’re already starting to come around, especially when Fred waves a feather teaser at them.
Their story is that they were born to a momma who’d had at least one litter. They were living on the porch of a woman’s trailer, and she was overwhelmed and asked Challenger’s House for help. Since I’d sent the shelter manager a “my foster room is empty, GIVE ME KITTENS” earlier in the week, she asked if I wanted them. Did I? Of course I did!
(The woman who owns the momma cat will likely have her spayed through SNAP.)
They’re in good shape so far (of course, ask me in another couple of days, which is when the diarrhea usually hits!), and like I said, they’re nervous, but interested in playing.
Edited to add: They’re named after characters from the series Sons of Anarchy, and they’re all boys. We’re calling them the Sons collectively!
Tig likes the covered bed.
Clay’s wondering what’s going on over THERE? (Jax behind him.)
Opie, keeping an eye on me.
Jax is such a gorgeous boy.
“What’s she doin’?”
“I dunno.”
Tig and Opie, hanging out under the scratcher.
Oh, and one note of interest: Clay, Tig and Opie (the tuxies) don’t have tails! Jax has a regular tail and Clay has a tiny little nubbin of a tail, but Tig and Opie don’t have tails at all.
Edited to add: Also, despite their lack of tails, they seem to be using the litter box and getting around just fine. Some cats born with little or no tails have nerve issues in their back ends. It’s possible that an issue will present itself with one or more of these three, but at this point they seem to be okay and don’t have any problems climbing up the cat tree in the foster room.
Opie shows off his lack of a tail.
On another note, Sally, Lucy, Harlan, and Everett are still at Petsmart waiting for their forever homes. If they’re there too much longer – another week and a half, they’ll have been there a month – I’ll probably see about taking Charlie and Patty down and replacing Harlan and Sally, keep Harlan and Sally here for a couple of weeks to give them a break, and then switch them out with Lucy and Everett, and repeat as needed.
Now, for some Crooked Acres profanity. Apparently herding the ducks out to the pond makes us feel the need to swear. It’s a short video, and I’m really posting it more for the sound than the video, but there are some flashes of the ducks.
We’ve watched this video about 20 times and laugh our asses off every time. Who says we can’t amuse ourselves?
Y’know…
As long as you guys are comfortable. But there ARE two empty beds on the other side of the desk!
Previously
2010: You see how I can go on and on and ON about this shit?
2009: THEY’S TOO GODDAMN MANY CATS IN THERE
2008: I AM BESIDE MYSELF WITH EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2007: It’s a pisser that the things that are the least fun – cleaning, laundry – are a neverending cycle.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I want to marry you, Consumer Reports.
2003: The Bean’s nickname for today is “Stanley Rotten.”
2002: Xmas meme.
2001: And then Miz Poo SMACKS him again.
2000: No entry.
1999: I’m just saying.
Why no tails? A genetic defect or the breed of cat? I have never seen a cat without a tail.
Also, I want to adopt Patty and Charlie – just that whole nonsense of me being in Texas and you in Alabama that stops me from sweeping in and getting them.
It’s hard to know, Suzy – the Manx breed of cat can be born with little or no tail, but it could just be a genetic mutation with these guys. OR they could be Manx. With the cats that end up at the shelter, there’s really no good way to know for sure.
Texas isn’t SO very far away.
Your edit clarifying that the lack of tail is not causing a problem is several photos above the paragraph mentioning that the kittens have no tails. It’s too early on a Saturday to confuse me like this, Robyn! (c: (I read the edit twice, read back through the text above that point, and said to myself, “Oh, one of THOSE dreams again, the hyper-realistic kind. Wait till I tell Robyn I dreamed she got a litter of tailless kittens, she’ll HOOT!”)
I always forget to do that pesky proofreading.
KITTENS!!!!!
LOVE the duck video. Those ducks, and the potential goose, are a constant source of amusement for me. Well, wait. Your suggestions to Fred ABOUT the ducks and potential goose are what crack me up!!
The kittens are adorable. Jax is especially gorgeous.
Oh my, Jax is for sure a heart breaker! Beyond gorgeous.
P.S. Not sure about the tailless kittehs, but one of my two indoor cats has no tail. She looks a bit like Opie (only with Ms. Poo’s tortie coloring), and is nearing 10 years old, no problems with lack of a tail.
Ooooh, I have such a weakness for no/nub tailed kittens.
In a large house of many available sleeping areas, WHY do they all insist upon wanting the same damn space? Weirdos.
Is Tig just as sexay in real life as he is on the show. That’s one of my favorite shows next to Dexter. Tig is freaky and cool and I like that in my tough, criminal type biker guys. (I have too many to count ya know) Wakes up now.
Didn’t you used to have a page that linked to some of your favorite products? I’ve been trying to find those grocery bags that turn into a little ball to stick in your purse but I can’t remember what they were called…I just remember you mentioning them!
OK, this is going to be sooooo confusing for me over the next while on your blog! “Tig this, Tig that” – what, I didn’t do a thing!!… I’m clearly from another planet though, ‘cos I have never watched or even come across the names of the characters of Sons of Anarchy (had to google it right now), so I had no idea Tig was now a TV-famous nickname.
For the record, I’ve been Tig for 40 years now (nicknamed by my parents after Tigger from Winnie-the-Pooh, I was a very bouncy baby!), and I’m a girl, not a murderous guy…
But I’m still glad to see a little Tig cat at Crooked Acres, whoever he’s named after!
Hugs,
Tig