Vote for Gracie! (Thank you!) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Yesterday, Oldcat did a post about Kara and her kittens and determined that the kittens’ father mostly likely looked a lot like Spanky! Go check it out, … Continue reading “9/28/11 – Kitteh Wednesday”
I swear, that cedar scratching post is one of the best things we’ve ever made. Every single kitten who’s been in that room just loves it like nothing else.
Patty enjoys ripping toys apart to get to the tasty fiberfill center (and got mad at me when I took it away).
Checkin’ out the toys.
Charlie supervises.
“Oooh, what’s THAT?”
::chomp::
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When he’s not jumping for the feather teaser, Everett likes to talk to it.
And yes indeed, Everett DOES have some fearsome claws, doesn’t he? He’s very careful not to use them on humans, though. He knows we’re big wimps (and yes, I do try to keep their claws trimmed, but sometimes it gets away from me.)
Invisible shifting while driving the invisible 18-wheeler.
Well THAT’s an awkward land, Everett.
“Let the party begin, I HAVE ARRIVED!”
Harlan critiques Everett’s form.
Talking to the feathers.
Checking out Harlan’s pot belly.
He flails! He misses!
More talking to the feathers.
Talk…
Talk…
Jump!
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Just in case you thought that the fosters are the only ones who get in on the feather teasin’ fun…
He totally looks like he’s break-dancing here.
This picture makes me dizzy. So I had to see if it made you dizzy, too!
And, a video of the permanents (Elwood, Buster, Alice) making a play for the teaser. What amazes me is how lightly Elwood lands for such a big cat.
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Previously 2010: Also, swearing a lot helps, too.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry. 2007: Everyone, go forth and give me a “hubba hubba” in your blogs! 2006: YOU’RE WELCOME. 2005: Phear my l33t fotograffic skillz. 2004: Dear Stephen King: Stop defending what you did, and just write the goddamn story.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
Vote for Gracie! (Thank you!) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Yesterday, my parents had to say goodbye to their sweet dog Benjie. Benjie was such a good guy – he’s one of those dogs who makes people … Continue reading “9/27/11 – Tuesday”
Yesterday, my parents had to say goodbye to their sweet dog Benjie.
Benjie was such a good guy – he’s one of those dogs who makes people like me, who has no interest in having a dog in the house, change their mind. He came with them a couple of times when they visited us, and he was so sweet, he’d just sit there and watch the cats circle him.
The first time he came with them to visit us, a little beagle showed up, and they were immediately the best of friends, running around, playing together, even (if I recall correctly) curling up to rest together, too.
(The lady two doors down eventually adopted that beagle and named her Sugar.)
He was just a real character – everyone who met him loved him.
He traveled all over the place with my parents, and he was a good little travel companion and the best errand assistant.
He will be very much missed.
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You didn’t think that Everett was the only jumpin’ Pepper, did you?
First, Everett displays the correct jumping form, while Molly gets into catching position…
Then Everett’s all “Remember, VERY IMPORTANT: Jazz Hands!”
“No, no, NO! You must BELIEVE that you can flyyyyyyyyyyy! Like THIS!”
“LIFT off! Like so!”
“Jazz hands like this? Am I doin’ this right?”
“Fly! FLYYYY!”
“This doesn’t feel right. You sure this is a real jazz hand? It feels awkward.”
“I am FLYING!”
Sally is awestruck. “Look at his FORM! The pointed TOES! My god, he’s PERFECT!”
Everett says “Yes! YES! That is perfect! Beautiful, perfect jazz hands! Pointed toes! You’re a natural!”
Harlan begins to lose his perfect form.
“Reach for it, Harlan! REACH!”
“I… who taught you the Invisible Motorcycle move? That’s far too advanced for your skill levels!”
“By god. Jazz hands with his BACK paws! He’s a prodigy!”
Later that day, Everett was walking along, minding his own business, when out of NOWHERE, smacking him RIGHT in the face…
Stupid feather teaser.
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Charlie looks like he’s making fun of the size of Patty’s belly.
Charlie givin’ me the ‘tude.
Laughing at his own joke.
More attitude, while Patty’s all “Whuh?”
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Judging by the look on Tommy’s face, there’s either a knife-wielding serial killer behind me, or nothing at all.
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Previously 2010: We are some meatloaf-loving motherfuckers.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry. 2007: Little kitties on my desk top, little kitties made of fur and hate, little kitties on the gatetop, little kitties, not the same. There’s a gray one and a black one and an orange one and a calico, and they’re all made out of fur and hate and they look not the same. 2006: Hey, we’ll only be living here for another six months or so. Let’s BURN THOSE BRIDGES! 2005: Did I bring “a book” with me? HELL NO I didn’t bring “a book” with me – I brought FIVE books with me. 2004: No offense to you stoners out there, but the Warrens totally look stereotypical stoners.
2003: No entry. 2002: I think I’m going to start calling him The Todd. 2001: Does that kid’s face just scream “dilemmanated”, or what?
2000: No entry.
Vote for Gracie, pleeeeease! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ From Elayne: Can anyone recommend a WordPress expert who won’t charge thousands of dollars? My site’s seriously outdated (my fault entirely) and appears to have been compromised and … Continue reading “9/26/11 – Monday”
Can anyone recommend a WordPress expert who won’t charge thousands of dollars? My site’s seriously outdated (my fault entirely) and appears to have been compromised and I would deeply appreciate any help in getting it sorted, where by “help” I mean “someone who’ll say, ‘I’ll handle all this, you just give me some money and appreciation at the end’ because I’m utterly clueless.”
The only place I could think to recommend would be Make My Blog Pretty. I haven’t used them myself (because CLEARLY I’m a super-awesome blog designer myself ::coughcoughHAHAHAHcoughcough:: ), but I’ve read enough blogs who recommend them that the name has stuck in my head.
Y’all have any other suggestions? Please share!
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Fred had Friday off (he’d worked enough hours the week before to earn the day off), and we talked about going up to Nashville to visit the big flea market up there – my idea – but I decided that it wasn’t going to be worth the drive, because when it really comes down to it, (1) we don’t need any more shit in this house, and (2) flea markets tend to be the same old shit, no matter where they are. Would it have been fun to to visit and people watch and see what there was? Maybe. But I didn’t want to make the drive to get there, spend an hour walking through, and then have to drive all the way home.
We tossed around ideas for things we could do (a day trip to Gatlinburg, you might be amazed to hear, was not something I could interest Fred in. What? It’s only a five hour trip each way!), and finally Fred suggested that we check out the Unclaimed Baggage store in Scottsboro. I’ve been there twice – once with my parents and the spud, once with Nance and Rick – and found it pretty interesting, and got some good buys.
So early Friday morning, we headed out. It took us a little over an hour to get there, but Fred took us on an alternate route down some country roads with pretty scenery, so I had no complaint.
Unfortunately, in the years since the last time I visited Unclaimed Baggage, they’ve apparently wised up to the fact that they had really good, really low prices, and have upped the prices and gone a little more commercial looking. The electronics were not priced low enough, in my opinion, and the clothes were way too expensive. The books were, well, a little pricier than I would have liked, but I did end up with two hardbacks in spite of myself. In short, we drove over an hour to get there, spent $15 on books (Fred bought one, too), and drove over an hour to get home.
We really need to take up hiking or something, I guess, something to do that will get us out of the house on nice days so we’re not sitting at home 24/7 and slowly going crazy.
(I should add that it doesn’t really bother me to sit at home all the time, I manage to keep myself busy, but by the end of a three-day weekend without going anywhere, Fred is on the verge of losing his MIND.)
So we were on our way through Madison, which is on the way from here to Scottsboro, and I realized that the land where they’ve been promising a Walmart for at least the past five years was completely cleared. There’s been a sign up on that property (which was about 85% forested) since we bought the house in 2006, and I’m pretty sure that originally it said that Walmart was coming in 2010, and then the date kept getting pushed back.
Apparently I hadn’t noticed last time I went up the road that they’d started clearing the land in preparation for actually building the Walmart, which is now slated (I think) for Spring of 2012. I suspect they finally got moving on building the Walmart because a Target is in the process of going up just down the road, and it’s slated to open on March 11th.
(So instead of having to drive 30 minutes to Huntsville to go to Target, I’ll only have to go 20 minutes to go to the Madison Target!)
(Also, it’s rumored that one of the stores going in around the Target is a HomeGoods store, which I’ve heard about but never been to, so that’s a potential “Woohoo.”)
ANYWAY.
Right next to the Walmart site is a strip club, Jimmy’s. I love to drive by Jimmy’s because there’s a billboard next to Jimmy’s, and of course some church or another is always advertising their Sunday services or whatever in hopes of guilting the god-fearing men who might potentially be about to have a weak moment. I can only imagine how much money Walmart has offered Jimmy’s to vacate the premises, but it appears that Jimmy’s is owned by someone who has no intention of moving.
I kind of look forward to seeing Walmart and Jimmy’s existing side by side, is that wrong?
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Saturday morning, I got up and went out to work in the garden. I pulled up four or five tomato plants that were on their way out, and tossed them on the compost heap. I picked tomatoes from the remaining plants and ended up with just a handful worth keeping, but a bucket’s worth for the chickens and pigs. Honestly, the only reason I haven’t pulled all the tomato plants up is because the chickens love nothing so much as tomatoes, ripe or not, and they especially like the wormy ones, so it’s worth going out there and pulling tomatoes for them a couple of times a week.
The okra plants are still producing, but very slowly. They’re on the way out too, I suppose.
I got half a bucket full of bell peppers, which I sliced and put in the dehydrator. I don’t like peppers – bell or otherwise – but Fred does, so he’ll have plenty ’til next year.
Fred picked the muscadine vines clean. We ended up with exactly a gallon of them, so I made a batch of muscadine jelly. I still find it amusing, how much jam and jelly I make, given that we hardly ever eat the stuff.
Sunday I did laundry, cleaned the bathrooms, and just kind of puttered around. I made a batch of Green Tomato Chili for Fred to divide up into single serving containers and stick in the freezer to take to work as lunches. Since I was making it just for him, I added several bell peppers to the recipe, and then he went out and picked a couple of Ghost peppers for me to add as well. When the chili was done, he tasted it and said he couldn’t even taste the heat of the Ghost peppers.
(Which made me roll my eyes, because I’m SURE anyone with NORMAL taste buds would have detected them just fine!)
All in all, a really good, productive weekend here at Crooked Acres!
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Update on Coriander and Ciara! No pictures, but one of the Saturday adoption counselors reports:
The girls are doing great. The mother & sister (and 2 year old nephew) of their new mom came by Petsmart today. The extended family thinks the girls are the greatest cats in the world. They are getting along with the Lab and Coriander runs to the door with the dog when their humans get home. Coriander likes to play soccer with her ball and the girls take up the whole sofa
I can absolutely see Cori racing to the door with the dog when their humans get home. How CUTE is that?!
I love hearing that my girls are happy. And just so y’all remember what they look like, here’s one of my favorite pictures of Cori:
And I just love this one of Ciara:
I love SO MUCH that those two went to their forever home together. I love that Ciara was Maggie’s only girl, she had ALL those brothers, but she ended up with a forever sister anyway!
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In the last few days, when we go into the guest bedroom to hang out with Charlie and Patty, they do their level best to get out the door. This is normal kitten behavior, of course, but new behavior for these two. They’re easy enough to catch – or stop from escaping the room – but I had stuff in my hands Saturday evening and before I could stop him, Charlie went marching out the door and down the hall to sniff wildly around the living room before Fred scooped him up and returned him to his sister.
For a very short period of time yesterday, Fred took first Patty and then Charlie up to see how they’d react to the Peppers Gang. Both kittens were interested but intimidated by the bigger kittens, and after a little while Charlie went into the closet and hid behind the door. Patty hid, too, and watched them play. The big kittens hissed and growled at the little ones and then ignored them.
After that, Charlie and Patty didn’t try to get out of the guest bedroom. I guess now that they know those BIG SCARY KITTENS are out there somewhere, the guest bedroom isn’t so bad!
Pretty Patty Peppers.
Charlie Peppers, the little poser.
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When the feather teaser comes out, Everett gets…
Oh, what’s the word…
..it’s on the tip of my tongue…
…it’ll come to me…
“dramatic” isn’t it…
“grabby” doesn’t quite cover it…
..what’s the word?…
FLAILY. That’s the word. He totally gets all flaily, with his claws flying.
What? Flaily IS SO a word!
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“Hey, you little whippersnappers! Get off my lawn!”
Old man Spanky keeps on rollin’. He just turned 15 on the 15th. Looks good for an old guy, doesn’t he?
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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry. 2007: So am I getting this right – if you have nothing of substance to mock about a woman, you talk about her huge v@gina? Is that how that works? 2006: Sugarbutt lolled seductively on the counter, giving me his best “Hey Momma, what you got there for the Sugarman?” eyes. 2005: I’m sure I’ll get used to it, though, the way I got used to the neighborhood kids always running across our yard and always setting up shop in our driveway.
2004: No entry. 2003: Immediately, screaming like a little girl, Fred levitated across the room to the fireplace, where he began dancing a jig, slapping at his legs, and screaming intermittently. 2002: But it’s still tempting. 2001: J’accuse.
2000: No entry.
Did ya vote for Gracie over at the Greenies competition, didya, didya, huh? (Those of you in Canada and other countries who can’t vote, you are excused. I appreciate your trying, though!) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading “9/23/11 – Friday”
(Those of you in Canada and other countries who can’t vote, you are excused. I appreciate your trying, though!)
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We have a property line asshole next door. We put in a new hedge at the front of our property and she came over claiming it was in her yard.
After digging out the surveyors papers she agreed we were right. And yes, she agreed, their side fence was TWO FEET in our property. “But that is ok” she decided and went sheepishly into the house.
Ohhhh, Amy, I would make a HUUUUUUGE stink about her being two feet onto your property. This could happen to you!:
My Grandparents lost about an acre of land because his neighbor overfenced into their property (they had something close to 80 acres if I remember right so an acre was sort of a drop in the bucket). When my grandfather went to talk to them about it, the neighbors were all “But we put it in! And it was expensive! And Wah cakes!” so my grandpa was all neighborly with the “I guess it’s alright”. Then, when my grandfather wanted that land back some time later, the neighbors put up a fight and won because they had had it fenced in for so long it somehow became theirs. It pays to be “those” neighbors sometimes.
I’m sure someone out there can give us the specifics, but in many (if not all!) states, if you allow your neighbor use of your land for a certain amount of time, they eventually get to claim it as their own. Which is a special form of assholery, if you ask me.
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Some other friends put a fence only between themselves and their next-door neighbor, leaving three sides fenceless. The neighbor got sort of pissy about that, I’m told.
Fred mentioned the idea of putting up a fence (“How high do they make privacy fences?” he asked me last night.) just on that side of the house. Because, hey, we don’t really have problems on the other side of us, since there’s a church there AND a ditch that pretty clearly marks the property line.
Maybe we need a ditch along the property line on that side, too!
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“99.999% of the time, the household goods sold at flea markets are hot.”
Not true! There is a cottage industry of extreme couponing with the goal of selling the stuff at flea markets.
Wait. Are you trying to tell me that those extreme couponers don’t all hoard their stuff in the basement or the garage or the extra bedroom?! I had never considered that they might sell that stuff at flea markets, but it makes sense now that I think about it.
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When you and Fred bought the house, didn’t it have a pond in the back but it really didn’t have water in it? If I recall, didn’t you have it filled in with dirt? Maybe I’m mistaken…
I can’t for the life of me find it, but I have a drawn property map somewhere, I’ll see if I can’t find it or slap one together in the next week. In short no, you aren’t mistaken, we did have a small pond that was located in the area between the back of the back yard and the beginning of the back forty. It dried up because we had a dry summer, and we didn’t like where it was located, so we had it filled in.
This is what it looked like during the brief period of time when it was full:
And here, the summer before, with dead catfish floating on the surface and the spud on the other end:
The new pond is going to be located at the back of the back forty and will be roughly four times as big as the pond we had filled in. The guy was supposed to start digging the pond on Monday but OF COURSE Mother Nature is a WHORE and it rained on Monday and Tuesday, so we’re not sure when he’ll be able to start digging. Soon, I hope.
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RE: the Pond – are you going to put a plastic liner in the bottom and put large stones around it, or is it just going to be a hole in the ground. Sounds like you are going to have fishys for the duckys – so are you going to have a pump thing heater thing – or go all naturale, like a normal creek/pond.
I don’t think we could afford enough plastic to put a liner in the pond we’re having dug, so I guess it’s going to just be a hole in the ground. It’ll be like a normal creek/pond. I don’t see putting a heater in the pond, but we are talking about a solar-powered aerator. We’re talking about planting a couple of trees near the pond, and I’d like to have a bench so we could sit back there and watch the ducks paddle about.
(Fred’s talking about putting his kayak in the pond. I’m not sure if he’s kidding about that or not…)
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A little while ago you were talking about grey versus silver tabbies. I got all confused. Now I thought my boy was a grey tabby and the vet tells me he’s blue! He’s beautiful but what’s the difference grey/silver/blue??
Oldcat – my go-to expert when it comes to this sort of thing – had this to contribute last week:
Grey versus Silver tabbies –
The difference depends on what you mean by a grey tabby. I have heard of ‘grey tabby’ used as a contrast to ‘brown’, and for tabbies where the stripes are grey. Brown tabbys have a high degree of rufousing, so the hairs between the stripes can show a distinct orange or brown color. Tabbies with low levels will be a pale grey.
If a tabby has the dilute gene, the stripes themselves will be blue grey. Shiela looks like this might be the case with her – are her paw pads purplish or black? There is also some variation of how dark regular non dilute cats are, so it could be that as well.
True silvers have a different gene, the Inhibitor gene, that keeps any pigment from showing. Thus the hair near the skin will be pure white. Chinchilla Persians have this and a wideband gene that makes the pigmented part of the hair restricted to the tip. The black tip over white is supposed to make it look silvery. But if you look on these cats the paw pads and gums show that under it all these cats are black.
So in jargon terms I would call Shiela a blue tabby with low rufousing. The Inhibitor gene would make her background much whiter
Oldcat, can you weigh in on what exactly constitutes a “blue” cat?
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Several people sent me these videos, and they cracked me UP!
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as to fostering being hard.. it really depends on what you mean by hard.. The actual physical work of doing it really isn’t. Even when you have very sick kittens, it’s more hanging out and cuddling them and a few moments of medicating. EMOTIONALLY it can take it’s toll. Most of us have to remember that we are doing good even when the outcome is not what we want. Kittens die. Unless you take only the healthiest and older kittens you are most likely going to have to deal with a kitten passing on your watch. Or kittens can become really sick and you nurse them back to health and they become really loving devoted kittens and your heart breaks when you have to give them back. out of the hundreds of kittens I’ve fostered, the sick ones are still near and dear to my heart (and so are the ones I have lost). There are a bunch of kittens I no longer remember with out the help of my blog, but there are some that will always pop up in my mind from time to time and will live in my heart forever. You do loose little bits of your soul every time you send those special kittens back, but they are that much stronger and better for having taken it with them.
I should add here that often times the most difficult thing about fostering is the sheer frustration. You’ve got kittens, they’re doing fine, they’re healthy, they’ve been dewormed, they’re having perfect poops and then BAM! for no reason you can determine, they have diarrhea and they’re tromping through it and tracking it all over the place and you’ve changed absolutely nothing about their diet or anything at all. So you start sprinkling Slippery Elm on their food and you take fecal samples to the vet to be tested, and you try this and that and the other, and sometimes it just drags on FOR NO REASON, and other times it just clears up all of a sudden and you don’t know why. So frustrating!
“I just spent at least two minutes talking to a cat who was sitting under my desk, up against my foot. I talked to it, petted it with the foot it wasn’t laying up against, and then finally peeked under the desk to see just which cat it was.
It was a slipper. No wonder it wouldn’t purr.”
And just recently, I kicked a slipper and then apologized to it. Stupid slippers.
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surely that’s not a ‘glare’ look? I thought it was more…well…blonde. Like trying to work out the square root of…ah… something square-rooty. 🙂
“Math is harrrrrrrrd!”
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A coworker sent me this; I wanted to make sure you’d seen it. My favorite bit is the kitten with the fish vending machine.
SO CUTE!
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1) How is The Poo? I can’t remember seeing a recent picture of Miz Poo; is she doing ok?
She is doing just fine, and I’ll post some pictures of her at the end of the entry. I tend not to get so many pictures of her because she’s always right on top of me, which makes it kind of difficult to get a good picture. She’s 12 years old now and slowing down, but NOTHING stops her from getting up on the bed with me every night. Also, nothing stops her from approaching anyone who walks into the house – whether she’s ever seen them before or not – and demanding attention.
4) Regarding the excellent cat relationship chart you made some time ago:
someday, may we have an updated version, now that you’ve added to the herd? That chart was a HUGE eye-opener for me. I admit, I had visions of your cats sleeping together in big fuzzy piles, much like tiny kittens will clump together when snoozing. Clearly, I was WRONG. Now, in my mind’s-eye, I see it more like each cat needing its own personal space bubble, changing in size depending on who is nearby. I’ve been thinking about this a lot since Bolitar came back. I find it very interesting that he’s been accepted back into the herd with little fuss, yet Joe Bob, whose return story is almost the same(?) was NOT welcomed back as smoothly. (Somewhere, at some fancy university, there’s someone just waiting to write some sort of paper on cat herd behavior — what a gold mine of information you may have! 🙂 )
I will do my best to get that chart updated soon with Alice and Buster and Corbie added – I made that chart in April of last year. A lot has changed since then, hasn’t it?
I would love it if the cats would pile up like kittens, but they don’t very often. If there are cats snuggled up together, Tommy is almost always involved. There’s something about him that most of the other cats really like – maybe his easygoing nature, maybe his willingness to groom whatever cat is in tongue’s reach.
I am betting that most of the reason Buster was accepted back relatively easily as opposed to the response that Joe Bob got is because Buster was here for months before he left, and he pretty much grew up here. I mean, he was still a kitten when he left, but he was, oh, seven or eight months old, and the other cats had had a chance to really get to know him as he grew up and make him part of the herd. Joe Bob was only with us as a foster for about six weeks before he left, and he was already an adult when he came to us. He was accepted by Sugarbutt, Tommy, and Mister Boogers before he left, though, which is why we were so surprised when he came back and none of them wanted anything to do with him.
One reason I think Joe Bob and most of the other cats don’t get along is because Joe Bob is touchy; I originally thought it was just the other cats being jerks, but I’m thinking that’s not necessarily so. If the other cats are looking at him, thinking about looking at him, or thinking passing thoughts about him, he KNOWS, and he doesn’t LIKE IT, and he gets all growly and hissy toward them. There are times – three and a half years after we brought him home for good – when I’ll see him rub heads with some of the other cats (disclaimer: it’s almost always Kara or Jake, and when it does happen, it’s when they’re all milling around waiting for me to give them food), but for the most part if every other cat on the face of the earth disappeared, Joe Bob would be A-OK with that. He’s a people lover, not a cat lover.
Wow. I certainly can go on about our cats, can’t I? 🙂
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Have you seen the purrfect house for cats? Several people sent me the link, and I have to agree – that is the PERFECT house for us!
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I don’t know why but for some reason I pictured George and Gracie as being regal all the time.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! No, George and Gracie are total goofballs. They play and they prance and they roll around on their backs like goofy dorks all the time; they can fake it pretty well, but mostly they are never ever regal.
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I recently acquired a new kitten that had shown up at a coworker’s home,who checked out healthy and I think he’s about.. 6-7 months not really sure, and did the required transitioning phase for him and my other two girls, Ember whom I’ve had all her life, and Miss that I’ve gotten just a little over a year ago. He leaves Ember alone for the most part, but just continues to antagonize Miss all the time. I can’t tell if they’re fighting, or rough housing half the time. She’s not happy with him when he does it but when he’s behaving she has no problem with him. He’s going to be fixed this Friday and was wondering if that would help bring his aggression level down, and I’m wondering if this is also because he’s still a kitten just in his ‘teenager’ stage and they’re both fully grown cats. Both the girls are Fixed so I’m not quite sure what it is about Miss that has him fixating on her.
I’m posting this in case anyone out there has any suggestions or thoughts on the situation, but it’s my opinion that they’ll work things out. If she seems to be handling things okay rather than being scared of him, then I think it’ll eventually calm down. She’s closest in age to the new guy, correct? He may think/ know that Miss is more likely to react to and play-fight with him, so he concentrates his energies toward her rather than Ember. He’s still pretty young and he has all that energy of a kitten, but I would bet that being neutered will help calm him down a little.
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Where is the like button?! 😀
At the top and bottom of each entry, of course!
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That wicker cat bed thing is so.cool. Where did you find that?
A friend gave it to me about a year ago (her cat wouldn’t use it). Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find it anywhere online – she said she thought she got it at Costco several years ago.
But then GD and Jenna and Sissy pointed out that Petsmart has similar wicker cat cave/ beds, so I went and looked on their web site. I didn’t find anything on the web page, and I had already gone to Petsmart and come home, so it was too late to look at the store myself, but I would recommend checking there.
The tea towel, alas, appears to be sold out as well.
Um. There’s no room at the inn? Those are just horrifyingly wonderful (or wonderfully horrifying, take your pick!)
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You know, if you’re putting in a pond, you could probably farm your own crawfish 🙂
I originally misread this as “catfish” and I was going to say that we will most likely have catfish in that pond. But CRAWFISH! Hmm, I am going to have to think about that, because that certainly sounds like it’s right up my alley.
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Those tiny chicks, SO adorable. I just want to pick up one and pet it. Do you ever do that? Or would it put Momma Hen off the babies?
Fred occasionally picks them up and we pet them, but they get kind of freaked out so we don’t do it often. There’s less of a chance of the Momma Hens refusing to take care of their babies and more of a chance that the Momma Hens will attempt to peck our eyes out. They do NOT like it when you mess with their babies.
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Did your cats actually notice that the electric fence was out?
They didn’t – but it was only out for less than a day, because we went up to Lowe’s the next day and bought a new transformer to replace the one that fried. Fred noticed that one of the cats – Tommy, I think – was closer to the fence than he usually gets, but no one climbed the fence. I’m sure that if it had gone on for longer than a day, someone would have figured it out, and then there would have been trouble!
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Is wee but powerful Patty getting more relaxed around you and Fred?
She is more relaxed than she was, but whereas her brother runs toward us when we walk into the room, Patty runs and hides under a corner of the bed. She comes out pretty quickly, but it’s still her first instinct to hide. I’m hoping that that will go away eventually. She comes to be petted, but I have yet to hear her meow or trill or make any noise other than a purr.
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How about a question?
A question about cat farting that is?
We recently re-entered the world of cat ownership, and this brother and sister team passes some wickedly awful gas. The male in particular lets ones go (silently) that have the sulphur/egg smell.
They were just turning a year old when we got them, and they had been in foster care with something like 18 other cats. (Hmmm, familiar?) The woman taking care of them admitted she could no longer afford to feed them a very high quality food, but I think that what we’re feeding them is decent.
I read online that cats fart and the protein in their food makes it stink, but I also see people that write that you should have a cat with bad gas checked out.
WDRT? (What does Robyn think?)
I think that cat farts are nasty, is what I think. And they ALWAYS do it when you’re least expecting it, don’t they? The little monsters!
Okay, seriously, I think that it’s probably one of three things (or maybe a couple of three things – or heck, even all three of three things!)
1. How recently did you get them? Because if they were switched from a cheaper food to a more quality food, it could take their systems some time (even a few months) to adjust.
2. Have they been dewormed or checked for worms/ parasites? I know that Giardia and Coccidia can cause the most awful gas sometimes – but if their litter box leavings are in decent shape, it probably isn’t either of those. (I know that it’s possible for Giardia/ Coccidia to exist outside of diarrhea, but I’ve never witnessed that myself.)
3. They’ll grow out of it. I offer as an example of this one Loony Jake. When young, he was a gassy, gassy boy. And he was fond of walking by, farting at you, and then slinking off. You’d be minding your own business and then just about fall over from the stink. Gah. SO NASTY.
If the gas gets worse (if that’s POSSIBLE) or there’s diarrhea present or they’re acting anything other than completely healthy and energetic, I’d get them to the vet.
I know readers out there have opinions on this topic. Y’all chime in!
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You can’t really see it, but she was smacking at his tail.
She sure does get the upper hand easily. I’m starting to think he’s letting her win.
::chomp::
He looks like he’s not quite sure what happened.
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“THIS TIME I’m going to get it! For real!”
“Come on… come on…”
::SIGH::
“Lady, I’m starting to think you’re driving me crazy on purpose.”
“Now pet me.”
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THE BOOKWORM BRUDDERS
(Buster and Corbie)
WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU
THAT THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL.
Buster, atop the pantry in the kitchen (nice of him to match his mustache to the color of the pantry, no?).
Keeping an eye on Stinkerbelle.
Corbie chills out in the back yard.
“WHO left this pop-up hamper here?” Detective Corbie’s on the case!
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Miz Poo, in the cat bed next to my computer (that’s where she usually is during the day).
Look o’ love.
Still keeping an eye on me.
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Previously 2010: Until then, I’m going to try to achieve a state of Sugarbutt-type zen. 2009: Things that are annoying the SHIT out of me lately. 2008: I’m sure SOMETHING will get peed on while she’s here, anyway.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry. 2005: UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. 2004: Questions and answers. 2003: I feel like Eudora’s a creepy old lady hovering over my shoulder, reading my email, and threatening to tell my mommy on me. 2002: Anything more complicated than that, and I think you’ll have to look elsewhere.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
Vote for Gracie! Please? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sights from around Crooked Acres. Last week, it stormed. A bolt of lightning hit close enough to the house to fry the underground fence around the back yard … Continue reading “9/22/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday”
Last week, it stormed. A bolt of lightning hit close enough to the house to fry the underground fence around the back yard (the little box inside the house that runs the fence, I mean to say – the wire itself was fine). Fred didn’t realize ’til the weekend that it also spot-welded the hook that holds the gate to the chickens’ maternity yard closed.
Happy pups.
The ducks are getting bigger every day.
They always stick together.
“Guys, come back over here! Bob found a bug!”
They seem to prefer this smaller container over the kids’ pool. I hope they like their pond, whenever the guy gets it dug.
“Who, me? Slacking under the chicken coop? Why, no. I’d never!”
“Yes he would!”
Side eyes.
Scratching an itch.
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!”
“::puff::puff::puff::gasp::pant:: Someone said there were COOKIES over here?!”
“I would totally get out of this wallow if you gave me a cookie. ::sideeyes::”
Mama hen and her babies.
These are the chicks who were born last week. We had another six hatch yesterday. And the Silkie is sitting on seven eggs. ::sigh::
Almost as much as tomatoes, chickens love watermelon.
That white one there in the middle is all “MINE, ALL MINE.”
“Hey! Y’all get away from my watermelon!”
This gangly teenage rooster grabbed a chunk and ran off with it so he could eat in peace. That’s the smart move!
I just put this poster up in the foster room. I think it’s really neat – I saw one in a vet’s office, and had to get one for myself. I’d kind of like to get a feline internal organs chart to go along with it, but I’m not having any luck finding one.
The walls are getting crowded in there. Over the door to the closet is Fat Cat Capsizing. To the left of that is the Guide to House Cat Coat Color and Patterns, and to the left of that is the picture Katherine gave me several months ago, which I like more every time I look at it.
On the other side, the skeletal poster, a “Keep Cats and Kitty On” print, and a shelf that holds the phone and laser toy. Oh, and though you can’t see it, a gorgeous cross-stitched kitten picture my grandmother cross-stitched for my daughter and which I borrowed for the foster room (she’ll get it back some day!)
I try, at least one dinner a week, to serve nothing but food we grew at Crooked Acres. Sunday, we had pork chops, okra, and butternut squash fries.
And then Monday, pork chops (left over from the night before), roasted acorn squash (the last of the THREE we ended up getting), and tomatoes and mozzarella.
But don’t be too impressed – Tuesday and Wednesday, we had shrimp that we definitely did NOT grow here (but it was oh so good!)
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One minute he’s sitting there minding his own business…
And the next!
He’s getting his butt kicked!
By his very own little sister!
Soundly kicked!
I guess she’s not frail and fragile any more, to say the least!
And then they nap.
I’m truly not quite sure how she gets up there. I’m assuming she jumps up? Climbs up? Who knows. Maybe she’s Super Patty and she leaps up there in a single bound!
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Never! Give! Up!
“Not sure how I got up here, and not sure how I’m gonna get down.”
I love Everett’s orange eyes.
Sally Peppers is not impressed.
Goofy Lucy Peppers.
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Newt, trying to blend in with the leaves.
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Previously 2010: The many moods of Marty. 2009: That was one big fucking dose of Benadryl and I was high as a kite. 2008: “Shit!” he exclaimed. “We forgot to check Nick for toots!”
2007: No entry. 2006: If I were manic-depressive (wait. Do they call it bipolar now? I haven’t kept up on my psychiatrically politically correct terms lately), I think I would have been considered to be in a manic state yesterday. 2005: Never-ending. 2004: If you had any idea how much time I spent backspacing and retyping words when I write my entries, you’d burst into tears of sympathy. 2003: Who the fuck are Nikki and Paris Hilton, and why would I give a good goddamn what they’re wearing or doing or driving or fucking?
2002: No entry. 2001: You know you’re getting old when you have to ask a 12 year-old girl who’s on the TV.
2000: No entry.
Did you vote for Gracie today over at the Greenies competition? Thank you so much, everyone who has voted for Gracie, she appreciates it a lot! (Okay, she doesn’t care. But I appreciate it. Thank you!) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading “9/21/11”
Thank you so much, everyone who has voted for Gracie, she appreciates it a lot! (Okay, she doesn’t care. But I appreciate it. Thank you!)
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Chelsea asked:
So I have a question. My boyfriend and I rescued a kitten from outside about two months ago. We’ve had him checked and all that stuff. He’s about 5 months old. He’s a great cat except for one thing. Whenever we eat food, he sits and meows insistently. He’ll crawl around trying to get on the table and chairs and stuff to get our food. We feed him lots, both wet and dry food. It doesn’t matter what we eat- cereal, chicken, pasta, a sandwich, a salad- he’ll sit there and meow like he’s never eaten.
How do we get him to stop meowing? Aside from locking him out of the room when we’re eating, we can;t think of anything. It’s annoying. And we worry about people who come over and hear his meow and feed him. We don’t want them to encourage him. We never feed him from our plates. He’s done this since we got him.
My response was:
Chelsea, I’d suggest keeping a can of compressed air or a spray bottle of water at the table with you while you eat, and the instant he starts howling, shoot it at him. Be consistent, don’t put up with the howling (I know, it’s hard to be mean to them when they’re so darn cute) and eventually if you’re consistent, he’ll get the message.
And then smack anyone who feeds him from their plates!
But then I thought that maybe y’all would have other suggestions, so if you do feel free to share!
I don’t put up with any of the cats howling for food when we’re eating. Occasionally, if we’re having something that smells really good to him, Spanky will sit next to me and rest his cold, cold nose against my leg in hopes that I’ll offer him my plate when I’m done. I put up with that because he’s the old man of the house and age has its privileges, but any other cat who harasses me gets a squirt from the can of compressed air immediately. Do I come howl at them when they’re bellied up to THEIR food? I do not. I expect the same consideration from them.
(If I must be honest, if I DID howl at them when they were eating, they’d probably just move over so I could eat out of the bowl. But that’s beside the point!)
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Remember Greg Brady? He was adopted by a family who loves him to death – his new name is Riley – and here’s how he looks these days:
To all of you at Challenger’s House…a big Thank You! We adore our Challenger’s House kitties (Riley aka. Greg Brady and Cheeto). J We adopted them at separate times, but they get along wonderfully.
I love seeing my fosters go to such great homes!
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Cavorting Time
(with George and Gracie)
Juuuuust hangin’ out. Watching chickens.
Chillin’. And then, suddenly…
LET! THE CAVORTING! BEGIN!
Oh, how Gracie loves to grab George’s tail because it drives him NUTS.
“You come over here, I bite you face.”
::chomp::
Playing dead. But Gracie’s not fooled.
George considers his next move.
“Your breath stinks.”
“Well, your mama dresses you funny.”
“Dude, seriously. Your breath.”
“It’s knocking me out.”
“It kills me like this.”
“You better run, ’cause I’m coming to kick your butt!”
“Long as you don’t breathe on me!”
Crazy pups.
I love it when they run around like wild things.
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Jake and Alice, kinda snuggling. What I think happened is that Alice was in the bed, asleep, when Jake climbed in with her.
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Previously 2010: BUT IT WILL BE MADE WITH LURRRRRVE. 2009: If it had been an orb weaver, I’d be writing this from the Great Beyond, having died due to a heart attack brought on by the horror of having something the size of my head crawling down my face.
2008: No entry. 2007: I think I need more sleep. 2006: Photographic proof that I met a (Not So)Scary Internet Person and lived to tell the tale! 2005: I mean, it’s not bad enough the man has road rage, he’s got to have fucking walking-through-the-house rage too? 2004: “No, this is real time!” Fred sighed.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry. 2001: Written by hand.
2000: No entry.
Gracie wanted me to remind y’all that you can vote for her once a day over at the Greenies competition. You know, if you wanted to. Hey, don’t look at me – I’m just passing the message along! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading “9/20/11 – Tuesday”
Gracie wanted me to remind y’all that you can vote for her once a day over at the Greenies competition. You know, if you wanted to. Hey, don’t look at me – I’m just passing the message along!
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Reader Chrissy asked:
Our newly adopted cat, Kiero, will only eat his sister’s food. And by “sister” I mean, our dog Leona. We put his kibble in front of him and he will turn up his nose but as soon as we pour Leona’s food into her bowl, Kiero makes a beeline for it. Leona is good about sharing but we’re worried that Kiero isn’t getting what he needs as far as nutrients. He sat for nearly 6 months in a cage at our local animal shelter with two other cats and ate fine according to the employees there. I’m sure he’s just enjoying having the freedom to try something new but we’d like to get him on his own food. Do you have any suggestions?
I don’t have any suggestions myself (except to maybe separate Kiero and Leona at feeding time so he can’t get to her food? Is that an option?), but I know someone out there has a good idea, so y’all feel free to share your tips! (Chrissy, check the comments over at Love & Hisses, too, I’m posting this over there as well.)
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After I mentioned the Flehmen response in my entry for yesterday, Katherine (Nate and Dora’s Mom)(Nate and Dora were formerly River and Inara, Kara’s kittens) sent me this picture:
Here is Tucker with his reaction after drinking water out of an igloo at a horse show. They do this all the time if they smell something odd, stanky, etc. I never figured out why he did it, except another horse had had a drink before him. Back wash? When one of the mares was in heat, she’d turn and spray pee on them. Naturally this was their response to that rude behavior! They ARE gelded, don’tchano. But we still had her fenced off from them.
Tucker’s all “WHY I NEVER!” Hee!
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I swear upon everything holy – ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME SPRING OF 2012 ROBYN?! – that next year I am growing one – ONE, SPRING 2012 ROBYN, NOT TWO, NOT TWO AND A HALF, ONE – row of tomatoes. This nonsense where I plant two and a half rows of friggin’ tomatoes and then hardly ever get any decent tomatoes is FOR THE BIRDS. I’m going to plant one row, twenty four plants, and I will lavish love and attention upon every one of those tomatoes, and if I get a ton of decent tomatoes (NOT holding my breath), then that’s fabulous and if NOT, then I will buy a shitload of tomatoes at the farmer’s market to roast and freeze, and I’ll call it good enough.
BY GOD.
I think I mentioned that I yanked up the jalapenos on Sunday because they were starting to get all drama queeny and wilty and annoying, and I’ve made a ton of sweet pickled jalapenos, so it’s all good. The eggplants never really yielded anything decent, so I’m putting eggplants on the “if you plant any of these, I will rip your face off FRED” list for next year, and I’ve pulled up those plants. The acorn squash plants were doing really well, and then they all of a sudden started dying off, so in the end we got three acorn squash. We got about ten butternut squash, and may get more before all is said and done.
So at the moment, I’ve got about ten cabbages growing in the raised beds, two and a half rows of tomatoes in the big garden, and a half row of okra. Oh, and the Bhut Jolokia and bell peppers and Tabascos are still coming in, but those only require attention from Fred (if he wants something done with them, it’s his job to harvest them, I’m not messing with them), so the garden is pretty undemanding for the time being.
I thought about getting Mums for the front porch like I did last year, but the Begonias and Periwinkles on the front porch are still looking pretty happy, so I think I’ll keep those there ’til they start to die off and skip the Mums this year.
We’ve hit the time of year where I go through twice as much laundry in the course of a week, because I start out the day in jeans and a sweatshirt and switch to shorts and a t-shirt by mid-morning, then switch back to jeans and the sweatshirt for the evening. I’m not complaining (that was one long, hot summer), just reporting!
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Do y’all remember Gail, who had a kitten literally follow her into her car on the first day of school? I posted a request for help for her here.
Well, last week I got an email from her. She’d had the kitten tested, and he came back as a strong positive for feline leukemia. Gail was, of course, heartbroken, and I couldn’t offer her anything but sympathy.
BUT THEN.
I got this email from her:
So after spending yesterday trying not to cry in front of my classes and fratically contacting all of my old contacts from running an exotic shelter, and pulling in every favor for every ferret and iguana I took in, I found a place for Oscar Wylde.
Sunday, we are traveling to upstate new York to a lovely woman who runs a shelter. She is going to quarantine him for 60 days and re-test. At that time, if he is negative, I will take him home (as I should be moved into a place by then) and isolate for another 60 days and retest. Either time, if he is positive (going to use the bone marrow test I think), she will take him into her groups FeLV+ building where he will free roam with 13 other positive cats.
No matter what, he is getting a chance. I did not want to take him to the local FeLV+ shelter as he would be put in with all the other positive cats and would have no chance to see if he can fight it off.
Feel free to share with your group. I am so glad I insist upon isolation when bringing foundlings in. I just wish I had instant tests on hand. And that this kitten wasn’t so damn cute. Thats him sitting on top of max’s lap in the bathroom. Poor thing, it is a really small bathroom.
Raven, my 6 month old tomorrow calico is a star crossed lover. She sits outside the bathroom door and talks to him day and night. He purrs against the door and tries to stick his paws out. She really wants him.
I thought some of y’all might be wondering what had happened with that kitten. Doesn’t he look like the sweetest little character? And the name is so awesome that I’m adding it to my list of potential names for future fosters!
(Keeping my fingers crossed that Oscar Wylde tests negative in 60 days – but SO glad that he’s got a place to end up, whether he retests as positive OR negative!)
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“This little tiny toy duck tastes like chicken. GETIT? TASTES LIKE CHICKEN!”
“You aren’t laughing. Clearly you have no sense of humor.”
Their eyes are such a gorgeous color right now.
Charlie gives me the attitude.
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Letting the Peppers Gang have the run of the upstairs is working out so well that I’m hesitant to give them the run of the house. They seem perfectly happy to hang out upstairs that I don’t see any need to push it. Adding Buster to the permanent resident mix is enough upset for the moment (even though there’s not been much of an upset, really) that I think we’ll stick with things the way they are for the time being.
Harlan’s all “And your mother dresses you funny!” and Sally’s giving me the hairy eyeball, all “That’s right, he said it! You wanna make something of it? I will mess you UP!” and Lucy’s all “Yeah! What they said!”
“Hey, guys! Come see what she’s wearing TODAY! TOTAL class! Why, that t-shirt’s only three sizes too big, and I think the shorts are older than she is!”
I cannot stand how cute Lucy is. When I go upstairs to hang out with them, she flops down on her back next to me and she trills at me until I rub her belly. And woe betide me if I stop petting before she’s ready for me to stop!
Invisible dance partner.
Harlan’s pot belly cracks me up.
Leaning tower of Everett.
She keeps her eyes on the prize.
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Sugarbutt, in Stinkerbelle’s bed atop the kitchen cabinets. It’s odd – that’s been Stinkerbelle’s bed for months and months. Then last week, when Buster decided he’d start hanging out on top of the cabinets, directly across the room from her, Fred put a cat bed where Buster was hanging out. Next thing I knew, Buster was hanging out in Stinkerbelle’s bed, and Stinkerbelle was hanging out in Buster’s bed. Then suddenly Sugarbutt was all “Don’t mind if I do!” and he was in Stinkerbelle’s bed, Stinkerbelle was in Buster’s bed, and Buster was in Jake’s bed on the platform in the corner. Where was Jake? Hanging out in the box on the floor. Jake’s so laid-back, he doesn’t care.
Another odd thing: I happened to catch sight of Buster about two feet from Stinkerbelle one day. She was hanging in her bed, he was hanging out near her. She wasn’t growling or hissing or having hysterics. I do NOT know what that was about, because she’s never taken well to having other cats that close to her, except for her beloved Tommy. If it turns out that she’s developing a crush on Buster, I will be beside myself. THAT HUSSY BETTER NOT STEAL MY BUSTER FROM ME, is all I have to say.
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Previously 2010: Poor ol’ Egg
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry. 2007: “Hmm,” I say to Mister Boogers. “It’s almost 80 outside, but only 74 inside. Imagine that!” 2006: You really don’t want to fuck with the Plumbing Mafia. 2005: “GodDAMN you, Mister Boogers!” I yelled. 2004: “This book makes me want to have a baby!” I said to Fred when I was about halfway through the book. “Let’s have a baby!”
2003: No entry. 2002: Gag city. 2001: I think you know what I’m thinkin’. 2000: I’d like to return to my regularly scheduled life, please.
When I read this post, it made me laugh a lot. Have you ever had someone repeat back something you’ve said and you don’t remember saying it but it SOUNDS like something you’d say, and it makes you laugh and laugh and say “I am one FUNNY motherfucker!”? That happens to me all the damn … Continue reading “9/19/11 – Monday”
When I read this post, it made me laugh a lot. Have you ever had someone repeat back something you’ve said and you don’t remember saying it but it SOUNDS like something you’d say, and it makes you laugh and laugh and say “I am one FUNNY motherfucker!”?
That happens to me all the damn time. Just happened last week, in fact. One day, Fred started laughing and I said “What?” and he said “I’m just thinking about what you said yesterday.”
Before I go on to tell you what HI-larious thing I said that made me laugh and laugh when it was repeated to me, I have to tell you that Buster and Corbie share a certain trait, and that is the trait of if there is another cat’s ass nearby, they will get up and go over to the cat and sniff and sniff and sniff until all the stank is off that cat’s ass, and then they will stand there and demonstrate the Flehmen response, which always makes me laugh because they just look SO brain-dead when they stand there like that, totally lights-on-no-one-home. Like so:
Anyway.
So apparently Corbie went over to sniff Maxi’s back end, and Fred said “He’s up her bunghole to his ears! Look at this!”
I was doing something vitally important at my computer, so I didn’t bother to look (I’ve seen cats sniff each others’ asses, I didn’t need to witness it to understand the nuances of ass-sniffery), just said “Who?”
“Corbie,” Fred said.
“Yeah,” I said. “He’s a real asshole connoisseur.”
I didn’t even remember saying it when Fred repeated it to me, but I fell over and laughed and laughed and laaaaaaaughed.
Oh, how Fred disapproves of it when I laugh like that at something I’ve said because he thinks it’s the height of tacky to laugh at your own self. Myself, I say if you can’t laugh at your own wit, what’s the point of living?
(God, I crack myself up. ASSHOLE CONNOISSEUR!)
PS: LOOK what I found on my hard drive. The asshole connoisseur in action!
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On Sunday, I did some work in the garden. I picked the last of the jalapenos and pulled up the plants. I picked tomatoes. I picked okra. I thought about pulling up the weed fabric from around the watermelon plants, but the ground was so dry that it was near impossible to pull up the staples holding down the weed fabric, so I’ll have to wait and do that after we get some rain to soften the dirt to make the pulling up of the staples easier.
Then I went into my raised bed garden area (which is located behind the back yard) and picked the last of the watermelons and stirred up the dirt in the small raised beds in preparation for transplanting cabbage plants later that day. I happened to glance up and saw that the guy next door was standing near their shed, and I nodded at him, then went back to what I was doing.
As I walked back to the house, I glanced over at the shed and saw that the truck belonging to the other guy who lives there sometimes (a woman owns the house; her two sons move in and out pretty regularly. Well. Now there’s a trailer on the other side of the house where one (possibly both) of them live. I don’t know exactly how it works over there, and I’m not that curious.) was parked by the shed, and that a cinder block was basically on the property line. I went into the house and said “I don’t know what they’re doing over there, but they’re pretty close to if not over the property line.”
Fred and I Kravitzed around, staring out the kitchen window to see what they were doing, and then going out onto the front porch to see if we could see any better. Back to the kitchen window, where we saw that while we’d been on the front porch, they’d put another cinder block down and atop the cinder blocks was a truck cover.
“That’s way over on our property line,” I said. “You need to go make them move it.”
Fred dithered for a while, but ultimately went over to talk to them, and they did move it (he reported that one of the men seemed annoyed, but the other one was all “Yeah, okay, no problem.”)
And we spent the rest of the day feeling like nit-picking assholes who couldn’t STAND to be neighborly and let the neighbors’ shit use up a few feet of our property. But damn, it’s not like they’re using their entire property and have run out of space or anything. It turned out that they’d put it behind the shed because they didn’t want it to be visible from the street ’cause it would look crappy (I think?) but there were OTHER places ON their property they could have put it to accomplish the same goal. Ultimately what they did was move it to the other side of the shed.
“We are such assholes,” Fred said. “We’re like those people who lived next door to us in Madison.”
When we lived in Madison, for an entire fucking solid YEAR, the lady who lived next door would come out and walk up and down the property line and up and down and up and down and I’d call Fred and say “She’s doing it again. What the motherfucking FUCK?” Well, as it turned out after she’d passive-aggressively walked and walked and walked the property line for that year, she finally came over and asked Fred not to cut over the property line when he mowed because it looked funny and the yard guy wouldn’t treat their entire front yard with fertilizer because he assumed it was our property not theirs. Which was FINE with Fred, I guess he hadn’t realized he was doing it, but she certainly could have saved her energy by mentioning it way back when he first did it instead of walking and walking and walking and probably talking at length to her husband about what an asshole Fred was.
Wow. I really don’t miss those neighbors.
It’s my contention that Fred needed to nip the property trespassing in the bud immediately rather than letting it go, because YOU GIVES ‘EM AN INCH THEY TAKES A MILE, amiright?
(We still kind of feel like assholes, though.)
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Charlie and Patty Peppers are doing better and better every day. Charlie will meow at me when I go into the room, and if I sit on the floor, he comes right over to be petted, will sit in my lap, and purrs constantly. Patty’s still a little shy. She’ll eventually come over to be petted, but if I make any sudden movements, she scurries away to hide. They’re both playing a lot, and Saturday night Patty knocked Charlie over onto the floor on his back, pinned him down, and bit his neck. She’s no shy, retiring violet when it comes to kicking her brother’s butt!
In the two weeks we’ve had them, Charlie’s gained about eight ounces, and Patty has exactly doubled her body weight. She’s only four ounces smaller than Charlie now. They still get a bit of canned food in the morning and again in the evening, and they finish every last bite.
::thlurrrrp::
“Why you not pettin’ me, lady?”
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She ain’t too proud to beg.
::glare::
Chillin’.
Sleepy Harlan.
Shower Inspector inspects again. He’s very thorough!
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Loony Jake in the sun, looking not so loony.
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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry. 2008: Confession: It wasn’t ’til I watched the video that I realized he was saying “Children of Thalidomide” (I thought it was “Children of the Little Mai”, figured it was a Vietnam reference), and I thought “Bay of Pigs Invasion” was “Bay of Pigs and Beijing.” Duh. 2007: I have not yet attained the level of dorkitude that would allow me to answer “yes.” 2006: “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “That’s the monkey (ex-boyfriend) gave me. She can crap all over it if she wants.” 2005: We meet Sugarbutt, Tommy, and their siblings!
2004: No entry. 2003: Since he’s a year older than me, that’ll give me two years to theatrically take to my bed and waste away. Sounds about right. 2002: Obviously whoever lives at 308 belongs to the Bitchypoo “If I don’t know you, I ain’t answerin’ the door” school of thought. 2001: I hate you, Mr. Mailman. 2000: Only US Magazine would consider it newsworthy that Michael Douglas is changing diapers he hasn’t been wearing.
Attention, Michiganders! PAAW is having a low-cost vaccination and microchip event this weekend in Madison Heights. $10 vaccs, $20 microchips, dogs and cats – DEFINITELY worth the price. You can find out more at their web page, here, or friend them on Facebook! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading “9/16/11 – Friday”
Attention, Michiganders! PAAW is having a low-cost vaccination and microchip event this weekend in Madison Heights. $10 vaccs, $20 microchips, dogs and cats – DEFINITELY worth the price. You can find out more at their web page, here, or friend them on Facebook!
Is Buster a burbler too?? Maybe it’s more common than I’d thought – I never heard that particular type of purr until I got Packer, but now I’ve heard it from two of your cats in the space of, what, two weeks? Buster Burbles might be a good band name. Burblin’ Buster? Buster Burbler. I’ll work on it and get back to you.
Who was the little black Pepper in the “Wild Things” video towards the end who was trying to stay clear of the shenanigans and got pounced on anyway? I LOL’d at that almost as hard as at the head-bonk and total wipeout in the “Yellow Stool” video. Yellow Stool would probably not be a good band name, but WOULD be a pretty good reason to see the gastroenterologist, and I am going to bed now with my tired-ass self.
I think Buster Burbles would be a GREAT name, and when I find my musical talent, I will totally name my ’80s cover band Buster Burbles. Hmm. Buster and the Burbles?
That was Sally Peppers toward the end of the shenanigans. I’d say she’s a lover not a fighter, but she’s been witnessed starting plenty of fights. They can all BRING IT when they want to!
(Also, I would have used a term other than “Yellow Stool” for that video, but (1) I couldn’t think of a better way to describe that piece of furniture and (2) It made me LOL to type it that way. I amuse myself far too much.)
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re The Pond–I know several people around here who’ve had ponds dug, and they started out by having them filled with water from the nearest town–I think the fire dept. actually sells the water & does the filling? And I think it was fairly cheap to get done…
At this point, I don’t know when the guy is going to get out here to dig the pond, since we had rain the other night and he was already behind in the work he was doing, due to the rain we’d gotten last week. If the damn pond is ever put in, we’ll see if the local fire department does that sort of thing, it would be kind of neat to not have to wait for the winter rains to fill the pond!
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So now do we get weekly reminders how pretty Buster is too?
Of COURSE. If y’all forgot how pretty Buster is, I’d never forgive myself.
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I’ve been lurking since the day the McMaos were born – the post came up on my mom’s Google Reader, she sent it out to my sisters and me, and I’ve read every post since. While I love them ALL, I think Miz Poo is my favorite of your cats – my Quinn is a tortie, too, so I’m probably biased. I just wanted to let you know that during Hurricane Irene, when we lost power (I’m in NJ), I started reading Fred’s book on my Kindle. I finished it this past weekend, and I really enjoyed it! Tell Fred to keep writing!
Thank you! I’ve told Fred that you enjoyed it (and conveniently included a link up there to Fred’s book for those of you who haven’t read it and might be interested – it’s available on the Nook as well).
Fred’s about 25% finished with his next one, and you can read a rough draft of the first chapter, here. I’ve read most of what he’s written so far and I really think it’s the best thing he’s written.
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Will you be able to put the black Peppers kittens up for adoption around Halloween? I’ve heard (but never confirmed) that shelters around me do not adopt out black cats in October in fear that they will be abused or used in satanic rituals or something. But maybe that’s just a local rumor? (I do live in the Salem MA area…)
Challenger’s House doesn’t usually put a hold on adoptions of black cats around Halloween, but the adoption counselors are aware of the whole issue and are always (around Halloween and at all times!) careful who adopts Challenger’s House cats.
God bless the CH adoption counselors, because sometimes people get maaaaaad when they’re turned down. I know that one man said “Geez, lady, it’s just a CAT!” to the shelter manager once (which strangely did not convince her to adopt to him!). They have a Do Not Adopt (DNA) list that they keep current.
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99.999% of the time, the household goods sold at flea markets are hot. Random assortment of “new” items, usually in smallish quantities…people professionally shoplift all of it! It’s crazy, there is at least one documentary out about it. 48 hours? One of the new corps. had a big thing on it a while back. (p.s. not trying to make you feel bad for your purchase! I once bought a bunch of Nivea moisurizer overly cheap from a flea market in TN once!)
I should have added that the entire reason I bought hair stuff at the flea market table is because the Sunsilk styling spray (I can’t even remember the name of it, but I’d recognize the bottle – it was a leave-in spray conditioner in a yellow bottle and had UV protection in it) is no longer made. I saw the familiar bottle on the table and HAD to have them. Otherwise, I don’t generally buy that stuff because I figured it probably sits in a hot truck with the sun beating down on it. The idea of people buying food from those tables just gives me the willies.
Also, Lisa sent me this link yesterday – Meth lab found in flea market. That’s the flea market we went to over Labor Day weekend and that we occasionally visit! I had no idea that sort of thing was going on – but I probably shouldn’t have been so surprised, either.
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Wasn’t Sheila (from the Rescuees) a silver tabby? Or was she just grey?
I was thinking she was just gray, but went and looked, and I think I’d call her a silver tabby. It’s hard for me to tell – she was darker than Molly is, but the light parts of her coat were pretty light, so… I think she’s a silver tabby (but I could be wrong)!
PS: Look! It’s Sheila and a much younger Buster!
Awww, and Sheila and Reacher! I’m going to say, comparing the two, that if Reacher’s a silver tabby, then Sheila definitely is, too!
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I’ve thought about getting into fostering and was wondering if it was hard at first. I do have an extra room that I could strip down and remove the carpet. Can you remember what you went through when you first got started in fostering and how long have you been doing it ? Love your journal and hope you never stop. Especially love the pictures with the cute sayings. Also enjoy the photos from around the yard.
I would highly recommend taking the carpet out of the room if you can – otherwise it’s going to get seriously stained (at least, my carpet in our previous house certainly did!)
It’s hard to say whether fostering is hard – there are hard times, especially when you’ve got one or more of a litter who are sick for no discernible reason and you don’t know what to do for them. But the joys of fostering far outweigh the hard times and it is so, so worth it.
I think really all you need to start with is a room where they can be segregated from the rest of the house’s animal residents, litter boxes, cat beds to sleep in (though even old towels and old blankets can serve that purpose) and some toys (and when I say “toys”, I mean anything cats will play with. You don’t have to go out and buy toys; my cats love to play with straws and crumpled up balls of foil and the rings off a milk jug. I do buy a lot of cat toys, but that’s not because they’re demanding them, it’s because I’m clearly a cat toy hoarder.) Anything else you need, you’ll figure out along the way.
We’ve been fostering since May of 2005 – Mia and her babies were my very first set of fosters – and Charlie and Patty Peppers are fosters numbers 164 and 165. The number would be higher, but in the Fall of 2005 when Fred agreed that we could adopt Sugarbutt and Tommy, he made me promise to wait until they’d been with us for six months before I started fostering again. It turned out to be almost a year before the fostering bug bit me again, I took Maddy as my very first bottle baby, and we’ve been doing it ever since!
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Myself, I’m wondering if the lady didn’t just make up the “my doctor said” thing. Seems like the most logical explanation – that she didn’t want to keep the cat for whatever reason/s but was (rightfully) ashamed about saying so, and thus added “my doctor says” to her excuse for extra credibility and blame-dodging.
Curious, though – everyone I’ve known who’s had to take a pet to a shelter or rescue agency says they give you the third degree about your reasons for relinquishing. A former friend had an unrehab-able sprayer and her landlord said it was her or the cat; when she tried to take the cat to the rescue agency they told her they needed a letter from her vet saying that the cat had been checked for UTIs and attesting that the owner had done, in the vet’s opinion, everything possible to properly box-train the cat and that relinquishing was the only option. And a friend of my mom’s wasn’t going to be able to care for her dogs after a major surgery, and got the same type of response from a different shelter – they were willing to take the animals (with a suitable donation) but they really grilled her long and hard about other options… friends, family, boarding until she was recovered (which was expected to be up to 18 months, so not feasible) – they even suggested that one of their volunteers could come over a few times a week to help with big stuff (grooming, yard cleanup, walks) in exchange for the same “donation” they would require for her to relinquish the dogs. They really ran her through the wringer; she didn’t want to have to give them up and it seemed like they made it as hard as possible for her, even though she was expected to be bedridden for 3-4 months and then minimally mobile for at least a year after that. (One of her grandchildren eventually moved in with her to help out, and they were able to re-adopt the dogs back. Yay!)
So I’m curious now whether the people at Challenger House challenged (ha) the lady’s story of “ammonia fumes,” or if they just decided it was better to take him back than to risk her dumping him off in a field somewhere.
I’ve honestly wondered whether she used the “my doctor said” excuse to return Buster because there was some other reason that she felt didn’t have as much strength to it. Was she overwhelmed with the idea of having her third kid and having to care for Buster, too? Let’s be honest here, Buster’s a drama queen. Was she worried that he wouldn’t be good around the baby? I can say that he talks a good game, with the complaining and growling (we say he’s “blustering” when he starts up), but even when he grabs my hand because I’m doing something that displeases him, he never uses his claws on me.
Because Buster was a Challenger’s House cat to start with, her story wasn’t challenged because any Challenger’s House cat will be accepted back at any time, whether that’s two days, two years, or a decade after the initial adoption (though you won’t get your adoption fee back if it’s been longer than, I think, 30 days).
Had she called the shelter and said “Look, this cat’s smudgy face bugs me. I don’t want him any more.”, he would have been accepted back. There was a time when she would have tried to convince someone who wanted to return a cat that they should try this or that, but she’s been doing this long enough that she can tell whether someone wants advice on what to try or just wants to bring the cat back for whatever reason. If they’re intent on bringing the cat back and she tries giving them advice, it’s entirely possible that they’ll just opt to, I don’t know, dump the cat on the side of the road or turn it into a kill shelter instead. Better not to question them and get the cat back, you know?
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I saw this page on my local online newspaper and thought I would share, it is such a cute idea:
Charlie’s protectiveness of Patty is one of the sweetest things I’ve heard of in a long time. Does Challenger’s House even do that – insist on kittens being adopted together?
They do strongly suggest kittens being adopted together; I’m not sure if they insist on it, though. And actually, I’m starting to wonder if Charlie and Patty were so on top of each other all the time just because they were in such a small space. Now that they’re in the guest bedroom, they’re almost never in the same space – he likes to sleep on the cat tree, she curls up on the bed. They do play together, but I’m not sure they’re as closely bonded as I initially thought. Though even if they aren’t, I’d still love to see them go to the same home, of course!
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I need some help for a co-worker of my husband’s. He and his wife have had a kitten (5 to 6 months old,not spayed yet) for a couple of months and she is very active and has a fantastic personality.The problem is that she likes to put her teeth on your hands when she plays. She won’t break the skin and to be honest it wouldn’t be a problem if his wife wasn’t watching kids all day in their house. They have tried the can of air (which worked perfect to keep the kitty off the counter) but it doesn’t seem to phase her when she’s nibbling. I talked to them yesterday and they are willing to keep her if they can break her of this nibblyness deal. Otherwise she is going to have to find a new home :-(.
I don’t have any suggestions here, but I’m hoping maybe someone out there has some helpful hints!
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Just love Charlie and Patty, no matter how crusty or raggedy they are! And am I the only one who is thinking Charlie Brown and Peppermint Patty?
You are not – and for good reason! Sally and Lucy’s names were stolen from Connie – Sally here, Lucy here – and when I needed names and decided to keep “Peppers” as the surname for these two rather than go with a whole new naming theme, I ultimately opted for Charlie and Patty. Though I kind of think that Linus would have been a really good name for him, too!
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I’m still worried about the junior Peppers’ mother. Has there been any talk of trapping the poor girl?
There hasn’t, because she seems to have disappeared. The woman who handed Patty over to us said she’d call if the mother cat showed up again, and as of yet we haven’t heard anything. I am REALLY hoping that she doesn’t show up to drop another litter under that trailer.
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5-hour drive to IKEA? I personally do not see a problem with that.
I know! Does anything sound like more fun than renting a little U-Haul van and driving to Ikea, loading up the van, and maybe spending the night before heading home? Because I don’t think so. Fred, however, is a big party pooper who has no idea how to have fun. 🙂
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Did the chickens react to the ducklings suddenly in their midst?
The chickens don’t seem to have noticed that there’s anything different at all. The ducks are smart enough to keep out of the chickens’ way, and the chickens just ignore the ducks.
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Is there a difference between a gray tabby and a silver one?
I’m thinking a gray tabby would be darker, but I just went and looked at some pictures and, uh, I dunno. I’m thinking they’re pretty much the same thing!
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Piggies are so adorable. How can you eat them?? I am vegetarian and one of the things that made me give up meat was the intelligence and cuteness of pigs!
We’re not vegetarians and have no plans to change that, and since we have the time, room, and inclination to raise our own food, I think it would be irresponsible for us not to. Our pigs (and chickens) are spoiled rotten from the day we bring them home until the day they leave, and we’d much rather our food come from happy animals than from those who live their lives in CAFOs.
(For the record, I’m pretty sure they’d have no objections to eating you.)
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Question about the piggies — how old are they and how much bigger will they get?
They’re about five months old currently and weigh about 125 – 150 pounds. One of them will be leaving us around 10th of October (the man who’s buying that pig prefers to go through a different processor (camp counselor?) than we prefer) and she’ll be 200 – 225 pounds. The other two will be going around the end of October (a little over six months old), and should weigh 225 – 250 pounds at that point.
Love that Buster is back where he belongs — how is he doing with Corbie?
There’s really not been a lot of interaction between Buster and Corbie. The occasional head-butt, the occasional sniffing of each others’ back ends, other than that, nada. As far as they’re concerned, it’s no big deal.
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The pig farms I’ve ever driven by have a, shall we say, distinctive aroma. (OK, it smells like pig shit from miles away.) Do you have a problem with piggy smells, or is it not a problem because they have room to roam and are treated more humanely than a farm?
I’m going to guess that the pig farms you drive by have wayyyyy more than three pigs, am I right? If you go out by the pig yard here, the worst smell is that of the pig feed they’ve knocked onto the ground, which has gotten wet and is kind of fermenting. The pigs themselves don’t really stink. The grass that grows in their yard, which is well fertilized by them, is the prettiest, greenest grass I’ve ever seen!
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Have you ever had anycat bit you or bunnykick you in your (and their) sleep? We’ve only got 5 cats, and only one sleeps curled up in my side, usually with my arm around her. One night I woke up to a searing pain in my finger. She had bunnykicked me really hard. I had a gash from the top of my finger to the bottom. Last night I woke up to a searing pain in my thumb. She’d apparently BITTEN me pretty badly. I’m certain she did it in her sleep, as, even if I’d been smothering her or otherwise annoying her, if she’d been awake when she did this, she’d have run away, because no matter what, they are not allowed to hurt us. Even if they accidentally catch a claw on us during play, they run away, because they know hurting a human is not allowed. So, since both times, she was still laying where she was after doing this I’m certain she did it in her sleep. Must be some really bad dreams. 🙁 Has anything like this happened to you?
I have to say that that’s never happened to me! That could be due to the fact that Miz Poo is the only cat who sleeps right up against me (I usually get Tommy at the end of the bed and Elwood next to me, but not touching me). That’s certainly not a pleasant way for you to wake up, is it! I’d offer some advice on what to do, but I really cannot think of a thing.
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have you seen this? cute overload
I had not seen that. How frickin’ CUTE. The way kittens sleep on their backs with their mouths open just kills me DEAD.
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has Molly officially assumed Ciara’s “I’m a cut you” mantle, or is she still trying out for the role?
She’s still trying to decide if the role fits her. I think she’s got the glare down, but she tends to go from the “I cut you” glare to the “I love you” eyes too quickly. She’s got to learn to hold the glare for longer!
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Aw look at that buster man — he’s so happy! I cant recall were he and Elwood close before? Or is he just that lovey?
I’m trying to remember – I think they were pretty close. Elwood’s pretty good with the little ones, once they’re past a certain size (the little little ones kind of freak him out, but Jake loves them) and by the time Buster left, he was about seven or eight months old and thus just the right size to tussle with Elwood and then snuggle with him.
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About those automatic litter boxes, I know of two types, the ones that rake it when they leave and the one that tumbles so the stuff goes into a little holding area. The rake ones can freak them out because of the noise if they havent left the area when it starts, making them afraid to use it. (One of my cats stands outside the box for about five minutes when she’s done, scratching walls and floors like she’s still trying to cover even though she’s not actually IN the box any more…) The tumble ones coat all the sides until it’s like being in a tunnel of poo which most cats can’t deal with, so they’ll tend to hang out the side. I used to think one of those would be great, but now I don’t think it’s worth trying.
A few years ago, back when our permanent residents number was in the single digits (sigh), we had a Litter Robot. It worked well enough, and some of the cats would use it, but some of the other cats were freaked out by it, so we also had to have regular litter boxes. But between emptying the drawer at the bottom of the Litter Robot and then wiping out the inside of the thing once a day so it didn’t get gross, I was spending more time dealing with it than I would have spent scooping the litter box. When the globe cracked less than a year after I got it, I wasn’t sorry to toss the whole thing in the garage.
Peppers v2.0 are too cute! I hope they get adopted together too. Just curious, why the same last name instead of a new one?
It was mostly because I just like the last name “Peppers” for kittens, I think it’s awfully cute. I was originally thinking of naming Charlie “Buster Peppers” because he looks like Buster (and Buster’s “official” Challenger’s House name is Bolitar), but then I thought that might be confusing – and that was before I knew Buster was coming back to us! Charlie and Patty will likely be the last Peppers we have, though.
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Charlie’s definitely the more curious (and less scared) of the two. He’s always the first to approach, but once he’s determined that things are safe, Patty comes along behind him.
“What doin’, lady?”
She’s a petite little thing.
Charlie shows off his scratching-post prowess.
He’s a climber (this is how he gets on the bed – he climbs to the top, then steps onto the bed!)
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Everett Peppers has two white whiskers, on his left side.
“What you want, lady?”
::glare::
Harlan’s not quite sure what’s going on.
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CROOKED ACRES
PRESENTS
THE BEAUTIFUL BOOKWORM BROTHERS
(so you won’t forget how beautiful they are)
Buster monkey-walks across the walkway.
…thinks about it…
and smugly lands on the platform where Loony Jake likes to hang out. Awfully proud of himself, no?
Corbie prefers to sit pretty whilst keeping an eye on the bird in the yard.
A VERY close eye.
(And yes, it’s my goal to get a picture of the two of them together! I hope that much beauty doesn’t break the camera.)
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Previously 2010: Sights from around Crooked Acres. 2009: (Thank god – being unable to understand someone with a thick accent always makes me feel incredibly stupid.) 2008: I’m certainly enjoying all the naked male behinds that pop across the screen pretty regularly, too.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry. 2005: Just call us the three bears. 2004: small things that will remind me of my grandmother. 2003: Man, this whole running-a-business thing is strictly FOR THE FUCKING BIRDS. 2002: Fred (as if narrating a book): “She was a bitter-butted woman….”
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
Attention, Michiganders! PAAW is having a low-cost vaccination and microchip event this weekend in Madison Heights. $10 vaccs, $20 microchips, dogs and cats – DEFINITELY worth the price. You can find out more at their web page, here, or friend them on Facebook! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading “9/15/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday”
Attention, Michiganders! PAAW is having a low-cost vaccination and microchip event this weekend in Madison Heights. $10 vaccs, $20 microchips, dogs and cats – DEFINITELY worth the price. You can find out more at their web page, here, or friend them on Facebook!
The watermelon plants keep putting out flowers, but I think we’ve gotten all the watermelons we’re going to get.
The Bhut Jolokia (Ghost) peppers are really coming in now. I think the jalapenos are just about played out, though.
Annnnd the Tabascos are starting to come in, finally.
“Me? Just sitting on these here eggs. You?”
Taking a short break from sitting on the nest.
Mama hen and her babies. There are five of them, because the one thing we need around here is more chickens.
The ducks are doing well. They’re starting to feather in (see the speckled brown feathers around their wings?)
I love how they always look like they’re smiling.
All four ducks in a row. Notice that two of them have white rings on the backs of their necks and two don’t? I’m hoping that means we have two males and two females.
Such pretty little things, no?
“Hallo.”
Giving me the side eyes.
Always alert to the possibility that I might have cookies.
Hangin’ in the wallow.
Sitting down for a bite to eat.
“Know what would hit the spot? A cookie. Be a dear and rustle one up for me, would you?”
“You has a cookie for me?”
“…or perhaps TWO?”
Perhaps you’ve learned that pigs like cookies?
They also like to play and be sprayed with the hose.
The chickens’ maternity yard appears to have a mascot. (I’m assuming it’s the same frog in both pictures. They LOOK the same to me, anyway.)
Happy George.
Watching the ducks.
Gracie (front) and George keep an eye on the chickens.
George loves the smell of acorns in the morning.
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We put Charlie and Patty Peppers in the guest bedroom yesterday, and they were up on the cat tree in no time flat.
Patty watched Charlie fling himself off the cat tree to the floor, and she was amazed.
Charlie tried out the scratching post.
And they played for a while before curling up and napping – Charlie on the cat tree, Patty in a cat bed on the bed.
I think they’re going to be okay. They’re starting to act like real kittens!
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Four of the Peppers were sleeping in that cat bed at the end of my bed. Harlan decided to be different and sleep in the cat bed on the chair. (That yellow thing on the bed is a back scratcher I had been waving around in the air in a vain attempt to get them to look at me.)
Sally and Lucy like to hang out in the Ham-mick and bunny kick each other.
Everett’s checking the cleanliness of my bathtub.
Harlan and Lucy snuggle up for a nap.
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Buster and Elwood in the back yard.
Buster Brown gets around.
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Previously 2010: So high he resorted to toe-sniffing. 2009: I wanted to file for divorce. 2008: It took me ’til dinner time to get the house cleaned, and I swear to god the house doesn’t look any different at ALL.
2007: No entry. 2006: He shifted position and eyed Fred with bright-eye malevolence. 2005: Maybe I just like to bitch, y’think? 2004: Waiting for Ivan. 2003: No more Benifer. How sad.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry. 2000: Speaking of N Sync – that Lance Bass is a cutie, but I get the distinct feeling that although the lights are on, no one’s home.