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Change is Good
It's winter. It's snowy. To be perfectly honest, all I want to do is huddle under my down comforters with a good book and a few cats. *sigh*
It's a rough time of year to be a foodblogger. Weekend Cat Blogging used to be the perfect way for uninspired food bloggers to not feel burdened with the crushing guilt of not writing as much or as well as they should be.
So, here's a picture of Skittles. Isn't he cute?
It's been awhile since I posted a cat picture; I walked into the kitchen this morning and saw the line for water from the fridge and had to share:
Working on the idea that kitties don't belong on the countertops is an ongoing process with Jan Brady, but here he is, in a rare moment of compliance, on his new perch. It's not quite as good as the counter, but it will do:
This is the best thing that happened to my cats all week. Jan Brady jumped onto the cat food bin and knocked it over. Like pennies (or kibble) from heaven:
I got to spend some time in the country over the weekend. I came away with a nice big allergy head and some pictures of cows:
And an emu!
Little Jan Brady - not so little anymore, to be frank (5 pounds!!) - is certainly becoming a cat's cat. He's learning to pick the best spots for sleeping, he's being very careful to wake me up in the middle of the night by sneaking into bed, creeping to my ear, and meowing his funny squeaky meow. He loves doing backflips, playing with jumpy stick and laser pointer, and jumping onto the counter when I am chopping bacon (a daily occurrence here at Chez Widow), and he is learning to drink water from the fridge door. Not such a Tiny anymore. It should be noted that his sister, Nibbler, who was the smallest of the litter, weighs just over 3 pounds, so Jan is something of a little tough guy:
To see the rest of this week's fuzzy friends. please visit Sher.
Dear Parents of Smudge, Chitara, Nibbler, Fergus, and Norman, and what the heck - George, Marble, Tammy, Slayer B, er, and the rest of last year's bunch:
If you adopted a Tiny or Tiny 2.0, please send me a picture! I will post them this weekend for Weekend Cat Blogging. If you know someone who adopted a tiny and doesn't read my site (for shame!), please let them know. I and my readers would like an update!
Cheers,
Lisa
Another picture of the tinies, this one a month or so old. Husband thought he'd contribute a caption in the manner of our favorite new site, I Can Has Cheezburger?
He has titled this piece "I Can Has Vino?" Enjoy.
Well, we have still have one remaining tiny which we have only made the most half-hearted attempts to find a home for. Why? He really wants to stay. We call him Jan Brady, because there were 3 black kitties in the litter: a fluffy one, a regular one, and a tiniest one. This is just the regular one. Like any kitty, he will search out the best spot in the house. One of his favorites is my laptop. Preferably while I'm writing, so that my screen starts to look !)#*(&QROEITUQPGR like so. He has a way of walking on my computer which makes my internet go full screen (something that drives me crazy) and then puts the computer into hibernation. But I still love the company:
I got to see one of the tinies, tiniest tiny, whose new name is Nibbler, and she's doing really well, as are all the other tinies who have written home. Thanks to everyone who gave Nibbler, Smudge, Chitara, Norman, and Fergus good homes.
You can see other Weekend Cat Bloggers here.
A break from the Tinies for a week - every year, when the Worthington Farmer's Market begins, I make sure to stop by Pop & Judy's farm to pick up one of their cute little catnip sachets, then I forget about it until I get home, plop my bag on the counter, and start making lunch, and Abe comes by and starts nudging through things (knowing full well he's not allowed on the counter). Given enough time and lack of attention, he will manage to go through the entire bag, weaving his paw through the leeks and the rhubarb, and pluck out just the bag which contains the catnip. It's an art. He has a catnip ritual:
Lick catnip sachet:
Rub sachet on face:
Lick sachet:
Rub on face:
Update - I'm sorry to those of you who (if you're out there) think I should do nothing but food, but I just had to add a few more pictures I took today . . . for some of the Tiny Toons, it's their last day with us!
So, Husband and I were driving home from work last night, discussing our various evenings - maybe a complaint or gripe or two slipped in, I can't be sure. We were decompressing. We walked into the house to find these six adorable, fuzzy faces looking at us and we were instantly cooing and babbling like idiots. All of the stress of the evening melted away. "Wouldn't it be great if you could just keep a kitten in your pocket?" I said, "if anyone is mean to you or complains or is hungry or grumpy you can just say - here, look at this kitten and it will all be better." No one can be grumpy or mean when looking at a kitten. . .
They learn at an early age to search for that little spot in the sun . . .
Abe and Smudgey have a sniff:
Oh, they're just so cute. I'm pleased to report litter box training is complete, and the kitties are alost completely weaned. I still have one tiny available, a short haired black male. Please let me know if you are interested! I know I owe a few of you e-mails regarding the tinies, and I will be responding very soon. And for those of you who are looking for the tinies on the stairs picture, here you go.
Husband and I came home from work last night to learn that the Tinies had discovered cat food. All my plans of gradually introducing them to milk, yogurt, and softened kitten food went right out the window when we walked in to find them happily crunching away at the big kitty dishes. They discovered they love water, although they aren't quite big enough to drink from the fridge in the manner of the other kitties, but I'm sure that will come soon enough. This morning they also discovered they love wet cat food treaties! They learned they like to sleep in bed, alternating between cuddling and climbing the walls. They are also learning to cuddle up with the big cats. Litter box training - here we come!! Homes for the Tinies are coming along, but if you are looking for some kitten love in your life, drop me a line!
Can you believe their sweet little faces? And funny curly whiskers:
Sweet Fluffy black kitty (female) the first to wake me up in the middle of the night cuddled up:
Stripey looks like he's glaring at me, but it's just his sleepy face:
Okay, first of all, an apology for this terrible photo. It more tells a story than shows adorable tiny-ness. Husband and I came home tonight from our first burger escapade, in a hurry to settle in for the season premier of the Sopranos. I was standing in the kitchen, negotiating treats with the rest of the kitties, and I heard a lot of mewing. Loud mewing. As the tinies are usually confined to our bedroom, directly above the kitchen, this raucous sounded very close. I walked through the hall and was greeted with this - a tiny on every stair. I should mention that the tinies, while adventurous, cannot really climb stairs. They can tumble down the stairs, but they can't get back up. When marooned on a stair they have no option but to sit and cry until rescued. After being photographed, all tinies were rescued and returned to their favorite spots, where they resumed frolicking and general kitten-related romping.
I believe I have 1 or 2 tinies who still need a good home, so please e-mail me if you'd like to give one of these adorable fluffy butts a home.
This picture is cropped a little oddly to show that this kitty is sleeping in one of those hanging sweater bags. Do you suppose she has any idea at all of how adorable she is?
As always, you can keep more up to date on my Flickr page.
