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Photo Friday: Ball of Cuteness


This is Frankie who sometimes likes to sleep curled up like a millipede.

Who else has a cat that sleeps like this?

Kittens! Need I Say More?


Here is a bunch of cute kittens for Throwback Thursday. This post was from November 2014, so the kittens are now cats and over six years old.

Bad Cat Chris

Yesterday we visited my sister-in-law. I like going there, in part because I like her and her husband, but also because she has a house full of cats that are a great opportunity for photographs. This day was even better because she is fostering three seven-week-old kittens that are almost ready for adoption.

Kittens

Felice works for a vet and has taken in many cats that others rejected. She has experience with bottle feeding infant kittens and has brought several back from the brink of death. She has also lost some, but fortunately these three survived and are now happy and playful. The kittens were found by a client at around four days old and brought to the vet. Their umbilical cords were still attached. Felice took them home and bottle fed them every two to three hours for several weeks. She has a method and I hope to get her to share the…

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Exploring New Home’s Backyard


I was looking through videos and noticed one I forgot about from December. It is the first time Frankie and Chris went outside at our West Virginia home.

Okay, that is not entirely true. Before that, Frankie escaped out the front door when I was retrieving a package that just arrived. Since it was unfamiliar territory I knew Frankie would not know where home was so I was extremely concerned. I quickly put shoes on and enlisted Rose’s help. The two of us caught up with Frankie who hid under a car. I was not in the mood to play games with him so I reached under the car, grabbed him by the scruff, and dragged him out.

After that adventure, I knew I had to get him used to the smells and sights of our home so when the weather was nice I put his harness on and took him out. The yard is fenced in but I knew the picket fence would not contain Frankie so I put his harness on first. Unlike our Florida home, this house is on a main road so it is even more important to keep Frankie contained.

After Frankie went inside I brought Chris out. I put the harness on Chris too but Chris is too fat and it wouldn’t connect under his belly. After a while, I just took it off.

Here is the video I mentioned earlier from December 11.

That was the first and last time they went outside there. I wanted to take Frankie out the front door to so he could get used to it but the weather turned into a frozen tundra and never recovered.

What do you think? Do your cats go outside?

Vacation is Over


Here is a post from October 2014 for Throwback Thursday. Apparently, that is the year Chris started gaining weight. Since then, I have cut way back on the amount of kibble I give him but he has still gained weight. I guess cats are just like people when they age.

Bad Cat Chris

We just returned from a week-long cruise on Saturday. We were supposed to go to the Virgin Islands but a hurricane forced us to different ports, but that is another story. By the time the cruise was over, we were more than ready to get home to see our boys.

We had no phone service for a week so we had to trust that our cats were being taken care of. Service returned Saturday morning when we arrived at Port Canaveral but we had no messages from the cat sitter. After we finally left the ship, Rose got a text from our backup cat sitter with a photo of each of the cats but no real explanation as to why she was there. At least we knew they were okay, that is all we cared about. We learned later that our cat-sitter had to go out of town that morning…

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Frankie Versus Chris


I was looking through videos and came across one from December and thought that it was a perfect example of what happens around here just about every day. Usually Frankie and Chris get along pretty well but then, all of a sudden, there is a cat fight. This fight usually, but not always, has Frankie as the agressor while Chris defends himself while lying down.

I’m not sure how this lying down defense makes much practical sense but I am not an expert at cat fighting.

Cat Grass Fever


I used to think cat grass was a perineal, like regular grass, and that I was just somehow terrible at keeping it growing. Now I realize that it is not like regular grass and will always die after a few weeks. I don’t know for sure but knowing how everything centers around money in America, I assume the seeds are picked less for the cat’s benefit and more for the benefit of the company’s bottom line.

After my last batch of cat grass died I just left the pot outside for several months. I had no desire to try again but I was cleaning out my shed and noticed a half-used bag of cat grass seeds and decided to give it another go. I knew it wouldn’t last but I still thought it would be worth it for the cats’ sake.

After a week or two the grass was tall enough to bring in for the cats.

As expected, Chris was the king of the grass-eating with Frankie a close second. Floki seemed to show just a mild curiosity. I guess I need to accept the realty and just replant the cat grass every so often.

What about you? Do your cats like cat grass?

Photo Friday: Classic Flying Holly


I dug into the archives and found a couple of photos I took nine years ago yesterday. This is Holly who lives with my sister-in-law, Felice. Holly is the original bad cat and my wife and I always wanted to take her home when we would go there to visit. That was before we got Chris and found out how much work a naughty cat can be.

Holly loved jumping and catching pieces of paper or toy mice.

I have not visited in a while but I believe Holly is still doing well. She is several years older than Chris but she did not put on the weight like Chris did.

I featured Holly several times on my blog, Just Fur Laughs. Click here for an example of one of my favorites.

Our Empty Cat Shelter


I returned to volunteering at the SPCA three Fridays ago and was pleased that the number of cats had not increased since before I went to West Virginia. Indeed, it may have even decreased.

When I first started volunteering, about a year and a half ago, the shelter was close to full. There are eight pods designed for eight cats each and all the pods usually had between five and eight cats. In addition there are two more rooms that often house either a group of kittens or special needs cats, such as FIV positive cats. Then there is a room that contains about eight to ten individual cages. They call that room “Shoreline” for a reason I am unfamiliar with. There is also another room with about eight more similar cages. These usually house cats that are fresh out of surgery, cats that are on a special diet, or cats that don’t play well with others. I would estimate that there was a consistent number of between 50 and 75 cats at all times.

Then COVID hit and I feared that the number would go up because of restrictions on visitors and people’s general fear of going out. I was wrong. People stepped up and adopted like never before. By the time we left for West Virginia in November there were probably around twenty cats up for adoption.

When I returned there were cats in two of the eight pods and a few in the Shoreline cages. I was mostly happy that the shelter was low on cats but part of me was perhaps a little sefishly glad there were still a few there because I missed being able to interact with these cats.

The following week most of the cats were gone but were replaced by new cats.

I think the only holdover was this orange and white cat.

Yesterday there was a total of five cats when I came it for my shift. I did not get a photo of the tortie but here are the other four. The first two were adopted together while I was there.

While the woman was getting her adoption paperwork finalized someone from medical brought back two more cats that were now ready for adoption. One of them was six-year-old male ginger with the best name ever, “Lasagna.”

The other was a three-year-old female Bengal cat named “Phoenix.”

I was given the heads up about Phoenix and Lasagna before she brought them back so, knowing my wife wanted a Bengal cat, I texted her that a girl Bengal cat was coming. I told her if she wanted her she needed to come to see her right away and bring a carrier. She was excited at first and then was worried that four cats would be too difficult to bring to our other home. She also worried that she might disrupt the harmony in our house.

Indeed, she did some growling and hissing when she first arrived and when I opened the cage to see if I could calm her down she bolted and escaped. It took some effort to catch up to her and bring her back and she did not go back willingly.

Before I left, someone from medical came and brought back Lasagna. I’m not sure why but apparently he was not supposed to come out for adoption yet. When I left there were only four cats up for adoption, the lowest number I have seen since starting there.

This morning my wife changed her mind and decided she wanted to go see the Bengal cat. She asked me if I thought she would still be there and I said, “I doubt it but I will check.” I looked on the SPCA website and saw there were only two cats left and neither one was Pheonix. I checked again now, at 5:30 p.m. on Saturday, and there are now zero cats up for adoption. This really is good news but now I wonder if I will be needed next week.

Photo Friday: The Spot Stealer


Before we went to our new house in West Virginia, Floki would often nap on the bed in the spare bedroom. We brought that bed with us so when we came back there was no bed there for Floki. That changed last weekend when we bought a new bed for that room. Now Floki is happy.

Notice Floki has his mouse with him.

I should say he was happy until Chris stole his spot yesterday.

After I took this Photo Floki got down and then he jumped back up and hissed at Chris. He didn’t get his spot back but he did make sure his voice was heard.