Fell is no longer a kitten, but still so adorable I can’t resist putting up her photo for today’s post, which is, btw, the last in my month long “I Will Post Daily!” endeavor. Not that I’m going to stop posting (the whole point of this exercise was to get back into the habit of writing daily and putting regular content on my blog), but I’m not going to be quite as Draconian about posting every day.
We call Fell “Wee Fell” because when she was a kitten, she was a tiny scrap of a thing with huge ears and not much else. She and her brother Fro (short for Frohicke, although we call him Fro, Frodo, Froyo, NO FRO!) were originally fostered by friends of ours and supposed to go to a rescue organization in Marin, but Fell was diagnosed with Feline Leukemia so they ended up coming to our guest room for quarantine until she could be tested again. There are a lot of false positives when kittens are tested too young. Subsequent testing showed she was clear and by this time, lots of feline pattypaw had been played under the door between Fell and Fro, and our cats. When quarantine was lifted, the two immediately integrated into the horde without any fuss or fighting. So… now Wee Fell (not so wee but just as cute) and Fro (the underwear thief I’ve written about in earlier posts) are part of the family.
At least with the Mesoamerican kittens currently occupying our guest room. Mind you, we’ve had kittens who like nothing better than to curl up with us when we lie down, content to find a warm spot under a chin, against the curve of an armpit or crook of an elbow, or nestled in my hair, and just purr. Haggis and company (the litter by which all kittens are held in measurement) would cling to us for hours like little cockleburrs when we sat on the couch. I used to call them our little lapel pins before they grew too big to cling without ripping fabric.
But Aztec, Toltec, Olmec and Maya?
Not so much.
Oh, they are adorable and sweet. They love it when human company enters their room. Evaki (momcat) starts purring almost immediately when she sees us. But if I lie down, curling up and napping with me is not on the agenda. They can be sound asleep when I come in (their favorite new perch is the lowest tier on the cat tree) and will stare at me sleepily, doing that adorable kitten blinking and yawning for a few minutes while I settle myself comfortably on the futon. I’ll burrow under the quilt and settle myself for a nap.
And then they wake up, one at a time, and decide to come explore the new object (me) in the room. I’ll have my eyes shut and hear the ominous sound of kitten paws skittering across the hardwood floor. I know something is looking at me; I can feel the heat of its stare through my closed eyelids. Opening my eyes, I’m confronted with the wide, slightly
sociopathic stare that only a kitten can manifest (and still look adorable) as Maya, now nose to nose with me, raises one paw … “Ooh! Those fringe things–” my eyelashes –“they move! Must. Swat!”
I try hiding under the quilt, but she just wriggles her way underneath and finds new things to attack, such as the string on my pajama bottoms, my hand and fingers, my elbow, my hair, my neck, my chin…
And then her three brothers join her in a leaping, nibbling, swatting, springing, skittering display of feline acrobatics that is truly impressive, even if I am being used as a combination trampoline, springboard and protective cover. Lots of places to crouch and hide behind, including more burrowing under the quilts. They’re like little feline jumping spiders.
Evaki, in the meantime, generally comes up next to me for some love. Her expression suggests she really appreciates me giving her a break from her off-springs’ manic attention.
The payoff (aside from the fact watching their antics is better than television) is when they wear themselves out, falling asleep in exhausted kitten piles wherever they’ve happened to collapse, little purring bundles of love. I may be tired a lot these days, but I never get tired of the experience.
Forwarded to me by one of my fellow animal rescue friends…
SF Bay Area Peeps! URGENT Call for Adoption!
Must Rehome ASAP (Everywhere)
Date: 2011-02-10, 7:57PM PST
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Please help! After two long years of being on a waiting list for a dog, we have
been notified by breed rescue that, at long last, our number has come up and …
WE ARE HAVING A PUPPY!
We must get rid of our children IMMEDIATELY because we just know how time
consuming our new little puppy is going to be and it just wouldn’t be fair to
the children. Since our little puppy will be arriving on Monday we MUST place
the children up for adoption this weekend!
They are described as:
One male — his name is Tommy, Caucasian (English/Irish mix), light blonde hair,
blue eyes. Four years old. Excellent disposition. He doesn’t bite. Temperament
tested. Does have problems with peeing directly in the toilet. Has had chicken
Pox and is current on all shots. Tonsils have already been removed. Tommy eats
everything, is very clean, house trained and gets along well with others. Does
not run with scissors and with a little training he should be able to read soon.
One female — her name is Lexie, Caucasian (English/Irish mix), strawberry
blonde hair, green eyes quite freckled. Two years old. Can be surly at times.
Non-biter, thumb sucker. Has been temperament tested but needs a little attitude
adjusting occasionally. She is current on all shots, tonsils out, and is very
healthy and can be affectionate. Gets along well with other little girls and
little boys but does not like to share her toys and therefore would do best in a
one child household. She is a very quick learner and is currently working on her
house training. Shouldn’t take long at all.
We really do LOVE our children so much and want to do what’s right for them.
That is why we contacted a rescue group. But we simply can no longer keep them.
Also, we are afraid that they may hurt our new puppy.
I hope you understand that ours is a UNIQUE situation and we have a real
emergency here! They MUST be placed into your rescue by Sunday night at the
latest or we will be forced to drop them off at the orphanage or along some
dark, country road. Our priority now has to be our new puppy.
$10 rehoming fee but price is very negotiable.
PS – If you laughed or understood the seriousness of this posting, please repost
it in other areas of the country as well as continue to repost it. It doesn’t
matter how quickly it was flagged the point is that SOMEONE SOMEWHERE will have read it and thought about it for minute