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I hope you're not allergic to cats...
Because this batch seems to be feline heavy.
Ruru is glowing.
He had his tail sticking out almost towards his face. He could have made himself easily go in a circle while fitting between the piano chair.
Wait till you see my toes. Bwahahaha
Ruru is glowing.
He had his tail sticking out almost towards his face. He could have made himself easily go in a circle while fitting between the piano chair.
Wait till you see my toes. Bwahahaha
Always Trust Your Instincts
This is something I have to keep reminding myself. Too many times, I've second-guessed myself, or allowed myself to be swayed by factors that I know shouldn't matter. And with very few exceptions, I've regretted it.
The latest situation is, sadly, Tucker.
My instinct said, "Get an older cat... one that's already mellowed out." Then this little guy came along and I didn't listen to my instincts.
My apartment is most assuredly not "kitten-proof." (Then again, is anything?) And every night, I'm being awakened by something or other. Last night, it was the very loud noise of a heavy ceramic canister being knocked onto the kitchen floor at four a.m. It didn't break, at least. This time.
It's only a matter of time, though, before something does break, and with my luck it'll be the shelving unit full of bottles of Torani syrup, and I'll come home to shattered glass and a rainbow of sticky mess soaking into the carpet and dripping into my downstairs neighbor's place.
I just don't have the patience for this. (Guess that's one of the reasons I've never wanted children.)
Tucker might be returning to the couple who brought him to me. They've said they'd be more than happy to take him back if things didn't work out.
Poor guy. They'll start calling him "Magellan" again.
Mon Petit Chat...
Meet Azrael, named after a combination of THIS & THIS, he was named by Fwiffo but the name was suggested by Savannah.
Here are some pictures and his story:
We adopted him from a farm where my mom rents a storage unit. My mom, in her evil ways, suggested we look at the kittens. I looked at Josh and in a deadpan face said:"Don't worry we are NOT getting any more cats." *sigh* You know, I sometimes hate being such a bleeding heart but I think Bast really likes how we take care of kitties. It seems once we give away one kitty to a good home we somehow have another fall into our laps.
I was seriously angry at the person who had these kitties especially after we brought home Azrael. The momma cat had TWO different litters one right after another. The person told us that the momma is always having kittens and she has to give all the kittens away. (So this cat is constantly pregnant.) She(the person willing to give them away at 6 weeks) seemed to care for them but I am a firm believer if she truly cared she would NOT have let things get to that point. Azrael is VERY CLEARLY emaciated & sick. A six week old kitten should NEVER look this way. In the picture you can see how tiny he is. He has a cold, diarrhea, mites, feas, underweight, a fever & lacking nutrition. You should NEVER EVER be able to see the bones in the face. (Don't worry he is quarantined away from our other kitties. We will be taking him to the vet ASAP when they open) (Here is a comparison of how big healthy kittens should be at 6 weeks instead of the picture of Azrael by Savannah above.)
Since bringing him home Saturday night I have treated him for fleas. I also cleaned out his ears and got rid of the mites. That's always fun. *Rolls eyes* I removed so much gook from his ears due to the mites. His breathing is much better now that I have been cleaning his passageways and treating his infection. His eyes are clearing up and he can almost open his eyes completely! Hooray! His stool is looking & smelling more normal instead of runny and well... lets just say gross.
He eats solids & drinks from his bottle fantastically now. I watched him carefully at the farm to see how he interacted with the mother. He was constantly following his momma to get some comfort or food but she ignored him. The other litter mates were much much bigger than him. It's clear why he doesn't even seem to miss his momma. Savannah has taken to sleeping next to him in a sleeping bag so he has constant company.
At the farm I was torn what to do so I put it out to the universe and said silently: "If he comes to me on his own it's his way of asking for help. That means he should come home with us." As if on cue he came walking to me from afar after I said that in my head.
So now we have a new addition. I am hoping beyond hope that he will make a full recovery & that he doesn't have feline HIV(FIV & FeLV) or feline lukemia. His personality is amazing and his purr is strong.
Remember, please, that in 1997 roughly 64% of the total number of animals that entered shelters were euthanized -- approximately 2.7 million animals in just these 1,000 shelters. These animals may have been put down due to overcrowding, but may have been sick, aggressive, injured, or suffered something else.
56% of dogs and 71% of cats that enter animal shelters are euthanized. More cats are euthanized than dogs because they are more likely to enter a shelter without any owner identification.
Only 15% of dogs and 2% of cats that enter animal shelters are reunited with their owners.
25% of dogs and 24% of cats that enter animal shelters are adopted.
Please Spay or Neuter your pet. It will save literally hundreds of lives. Neglect comes in many forms and letting an animal add to overpopulation is one of them. There are many vets who will do discount spaying or neutering for people who cannot afford it. (All information was found here.)
Sorry to sound like a rant & I wish I could be more eloquent about this. I feel very passionately for those who can't speak. When you have an animal you have made a contract with that soul/being/animal. That soul is giving you a precious gift that you have agreed to take care of. Not living up to that contract or promise to that living being will void that right you have to them. At least this is how I feel.
Meet Azrael, named after a combination of THIS & THIS, he was named by Fwiffo but the name was suggested by Savannah.
Here are some pictures and his story:
We adopted him from a farm where my mom rents a storage unit. My mom, in her evil ways, suggested we look at the kittens. I looked at Josh and in a deadpan face said:"Don't worry we are NOT getting any more cats." *sigh* You know, I sometimes hate being such a bleeding heart but I think Bast really likes how we take care of kitties. It seems once we give away one kitty to a good home we somehow have another fall into our laps.
I was seriously angry at the person who had these kitties especially after we brought home Azrael. The momma cat had TWO different litters one right after another. The person told us that the momma is always having kittens and she has to give all the kittens away. (So this cat is constantly pregnant.) She(the person willing to give them away at 6 weeks) seemed to care for them but I am a firm believer if she truly cared she would NOT have let things get to that point. Azrael is VERY CLEARLY emaciated & sick. A six week old kitten should NEVER look this way. In the picture you can see how tiny he is. He has a cold, diarrhea, mites, feas, underweight, a fever & lacking nutrition. You should NEVER EVER be able to see the bones in the face. (Don't worry he is quarantined away from our other kitties. We will be taking him to the vet ASAP when they open) (Here is a comparison of how big healthy kittens should be at 6 weeks instead of the picture of Azrael by Savannah above.)
Since bringing him home Saturday night I have treated him for fleas. I also cleaned out his ears and got rid of the mites. That's always fun. *Rolls eyes* I removed so much gook from his ears due to the mites. His breathing is much better now that I have been cleaning his passageways and treating his infection. His eyes are clearing up and he can almost open his eyes completely! Hooray! His stool is looking & smelling more normal instead of runny and well... lets just say gross.
He eats solids & drinks from his bottle fantastically now. I watched him carefully at the farm to see how he interacted with the mother. He was constantly following his momma to get some comfort or food but she ignored him. The other litter mates were much much bigger than him. It's clear why he doesn't even seem to miss his momma. Savannah has taken to sleeping next to him in a sleeping bag so he has constant company.
At the farm I was torn what to do so I put it out to the universe and said silently: "If he comes to me on his own it's his way of asking for help. That means he should come home with us." As if on cue he came walking to me from afar after I said that in my head.
So now we have a new addition. I am hoping beyond hope that he will make a full recovery & that he doesn't have feline HIV(FIV & FeLV) or feline lukemia. His personality is amazing and his purr is strong.
Remember, please, that in 1997 roughly 64% of the total number of animals that entered shelters were euthanized -- approximately 2.7 million animals in just these 1,000 shelters. These animals may have been put down due to overcrowding, but may have been sick, aggressive, injured, or suffered something else.
56% of dogs and 71% of cats that enter animal shelters are euthanized. More cats are euthanized than dogs because they are more likely to enter a shelter without any owner identification.
Only 15% of dogs and 2% of cats that enter animal shelters are reunited with their owners.
25% of dogs and 24% of cats that enter animal shelters are adopted.
Please Spay or Neuter your pet. It will save literally hundreds of lives. Neglect comes in many forms and letting an animal add to overpopulation is one of them. There are many vets who will do discount spaying or neutering for people who cannot afford it. (All information was found here.)
Sorry to sound like a rant & I wish I could be more eloquent about this. I feel very passionately for those who can't speak. When you have an animal you have made a contract with that soul/being/animal. That soul is giving you a precious gift that you have agreed to take care of. Not living up to that contract or promise to that living being will void that right you have to them. At least this is how I feel.
Ketchup
I've been working at the school. Housekeeping, which is just another term for maid service, or janitor. I'm cleaning out the dorms over the summer, and I'm looking for a full time position, anywhere on campus for the remainder of my attending the university. Who knows how long that will be. I really need it so that I can get free tuition, and so that I can pay off some of my loans that I have already accumulated. The interest rate on them is as high as all get out. We moved into a one bedroom. The cabinets are horrendous. I am having trouble switching the electric, and the internet guy is MIA for over two weeks. I take that back, he showed up last week, told us he was coming in the next day after 5, and never came. On the upside tho, we have been getting cable in replace of the internet, and we have been somehow managing to get the internet off of someone else for the time being. Went to the beach with Stephens family, it was nice for the most part. I can't stand when his one sister comes around. Everyone changes, and not in a good way at all. I get ticked off because of the change in attitudes, and I guess there is just too much cattiness when she is there. I'm on break, and I have been done with my work since before lunch. So, I have been reading some romance novel that someone left behind. I keep forgetting my Vampire Chronicles at home. I have a secret. I want to get in shape, and be a dancer. I've kinda hinted at it to Steve, but at the same time, he knows I can't stand cheerleaders, and dancers are cheerleaders half of the time. I'm going to a couple of bridal shows but they aren't until Aug. and then again in Oct. one is in PA and the other here in OH. We can't even pick a state let alone a location or date! We found a kitten at church and took here home. We are looking for a good home for her. She is a sweet adorable little thing, but we just can't afford her. Steve wants to keep her because he sees that she makes me happy, and I think he likes her too, despite what he says. But, I know we just don't have the means right now. Well, that pretty much caught everyone up. :) So long for now!
petz!
ladies and gents...and everyone stuck inbetween...i introduce to you.....*drumroll* MY PETZ!
here's the lo-down!!
1) Ms. Cotton: My Dad's cat. She's 4 and she's a calico manx (this means she was born without a tail because of her breed...from the Isle of Mann, Ireland). She is soft and loves to roll on her back and chase mice.
2) Inspector Gadget: My kitty, the old man of the house. He is 10 and he is a domestic shorthaired silver tiger. Yes, he has a tail. He used to weigh a lot more, but lost weight when we got a puppy a few years back. He loves to be elusive and the lounge in the sunbeams...oh, and KFC chicken.
3)Butters Stotch (aka Buddy): Shawna's cat. He's 3 and a white and gray splotched manx. He is technically manx, but was born with half of a tail. His hobbies are drooling, purring and sleeping. He's the biggest of the cats and the most cuddly of the males.
4)Prince Legolas Greenleaf (aka Lego, Legs, Leggy, Lardass): My mom's dog...he was supposed to be mine. He is a 5 year old beagle and poodle mix. His hobbies are going fishing with mom and dad, begging for table scraps, and playing cat shepherd.
5)Emmett: The only of my 2 male mice that will hold still for a picture. He's about 5 months old, son of Algernon (R.I.P) and Rupert (she's the mommmy...named for Rupert Grint before I knew she was a lady mouse). He's the biggest of the mice and likes to eat and snuggle with his brother Edward.
6)Isabella: Emmett's sister and littermate. She lives in the cage with her shy little sister, Alice and mother, Rupert. She's my favorite, and the only brown mouse in our home.
7)Peregrin Took (aka Pippin, PP, Pippers): Mom's cat. He's 3, a white and orange tabby manx. He has no tail at all and is crippled in his back legs (from birth). He hops like a rabbit. Pippin can say "no" and "Mom" (most cats can, lol). His hobbies are lounging/falling off of the back of our couch and meowing loudly and most annoying in the middle of the night.
8)Rupert Grint (aka Poopert, Mama Mousie): Mother of Emmett, Edward, Alice and Isabella. She was my 21st birthday gift from Shawna. Her hobbies are pooping whenever she's being held and sleeping.
9)Ronald Weasley (aka La Wheeze, Weezy, Weasel): He's the baby of the boy cats, only 1 1/2 years old. He is a white and orange tabby...half manx on his mother's side. His hobbies are being annoying, meowing to go out, meowing to come in, and exploring.
10)Pantz (aka Motor Pantz, Fuzzy Pantz, Baby Kitty): She's only 9 weeks old, the youngest of our pets and the by far, the most ornery. Pantz's hobbies are being hyper, playing with anything (even stationery objects), cuddling, short naps and being rotten.
hopefully i can post more pics at a later time, but that's all for now!
kage jonas
ladies and gents...and everyone stuck inbetween...i introduce to you.....*drumroll* MY PETZ!
here's the lo-down!!
1) Ms. Cotton: My Dad's cat. She's 4 and she's a calico manx (this means she was born without a tail because of her breed...from the Isle of Mann, Ireland). She is soft and loves to roll on her back and chase mice.
2) Inspector Gadget: My kitty, the old man of the house. He is 10 and he is a domestic shorthaired silver tiger. Yes, he has a tail. He used to weigh a lot more, but lost weight when we got a puppy a few years back. He loves to be elusive and the lounge in the sunbeams...oh, and KFC chicken.
3)Butters Stotch (aka Buddy): Shawna's cat. He's 3 and a white and gray splotched manx. He is technically manx, but was born with half of a tail. His hobbies are drooling, purring and sleeping. He's the biggest of the cats and the most cuddly of the males.
4)Prince Legolas Greenleaf (aka Lego, Legs, Leggy, Lardass): My mom's dog...he was supposed to be mine. He is a 5 year old beagle and poodle mix. His hobbies are going fishing with mom and dad, begging for table scraps, and playing cat shepherd.
5)Emmett: The only of my 2 male mice that will hold still for a picture. He's about 5 months old, son of Algernon (R.I.P) and Rupert (she's the mommmy...named for Rupert Grint before I knew she was a lady mouse). He's the biggest of the mice and likes to eat and snuggle with his brother Edward.
6)Isabella: Emmett's sister and littermate. She lives in the cage with her shy little sister, Alice and mother, Rupert. She's my favorite, and the only brown mouse in our home.
7)Peregrin Took (aka Pippin, PP, Pippers): Mom's cat. He's 3, a white and orange tabby manx. He has no tail at all and is crippled in his back legs (from birth). He hops like a rabbit. Pippin can say "no" and "Mom" (most cats can, lol). His hobbies are lounging/falling off of the back of our couch and meowing loudly and most annoying in the middle of the night.
8)Rupert Grint (aka Poopert, Mama Mousie): Mother of Emmett, Edward, Alice and Isabella. She was my 21st birthday gift from Shawna. Her hobbies are pooping whenever she's being held and sleeping.
9)Ronald Weasley (aka La Wheeze, Weezy, Weasel): He's the baby of the boy cats, only 1 1/2 years old. He is a white and orange tabby...half manx on his mother's side. His hobbies are being annoying, meowing to go out, meowing to come in, and exploring.
10)Pantz (aka Motor Pantz, Fuzzy Pantz, Baby Kitty): She's only 9 weeks old, the youngest of our pets and the by far, the most ornery. Pantz's hobbies are being hyper, playing with anything (even stationery objects), cuddling, short naps and being rotten.
hopefully i can post more pics at a later time, but that's all for now!
kage jonas
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