Rudy's formal introduction

(or, just an excuse to play with the new post settings.  FTR, I am sufficiently confused)

pretty cute cat, mom was a garage cat (which may explain a lot).  calms down...once in awhile.  Loves to be carried upside down by the monkey.  In retaliation, Rudy often chews on his ears. It's a love-maul relationship, of which I have very little photo documentation thus far (they won't hold still!)



~mira (not GrannieBoo)

Our House is Back to as "normal" as it gets...

These two are the last of our sneaky cat's second litter. As of Wed. they are all gone and we are back to only 4 "under 3's" in our house. phew.

In comparison, Tuesday night we had 10 "under 3's" in our house with a collective 36 legs. yeah, thirty-six.

Allow me to explain: I was the on-duty stray animal guy on Tuesday. I had just gone to bed at around 9, which is slightly on the late end considering the alarm was set for 4:50 (ugh). I had been in bed for about 10 minutes, just long enough to get really comfy and settled in, when the duty phone rang. Downstairs. I got up and ran down to answer it. My co-worker (who is conveniently not at work this week) decided to go to the gym. On the way home from the gym he happened upon a squeaking box. A squeaking box of five puppies, approximately 6 weeks old. Being the on duty guy and therefore "responsible," I tell him to bring the pups to the house and I will take them to the kennel in the morning. After bringing the outside dog crate in and getting the puppies settled, I again laid down and closed my eyes, hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep before the alarm went off at 4:50 a.m.

The boys are just getting over a tenacious cold, and were therefore up more often than usual, and the puppies were up several times, but I must have gotten some sleep because at 5:20 the following morning I bolted awake and realized that although I had set the alarm, I had neglected to activate it. Now I'm late and have to provide transportation for 5 pups and the last kitten who is being adopted out today. I should also tell you that our cat carrier is not that cool and the kitten figured out how to get out of it. I drove the whole way to work with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a 12 week old kitten, trying not to get clawed/bit by the attempts it was making to escape.

Fun week. I am looking forward to this 4 day weekend. So this Thanksgiving I am truly thankful for a "normal" house of 4 living things under three years old with a mere 12 legs. 2 of which are attached to knees that are dangerously close to crawling, but I'll take it.

WW: a little something to distract you from the news...

...in no particular order, though each is connected to an interesting story. Too bad this is supposed to be a wordless wednesday post ;-)

Did we fail to mention ... ?

That our cat is a "fertile Myrtle?"
whoops, heh heh. Anyway here are the pictures of our promiscuous feline and her offspring:

toddler nursing

6 weeks old and already have new homes lined up (just waiting for them to be 100% with the litter and dry cat food). They will be missed, at least by the other toddlers in the house.
ETA: 2 minutes after the pic was taken, they were wrestling with each other and being (unceremoniously) dumped from the stool to the ground. Five minutes after the pic was taken, 2 of the kitties were in the closet eating dry food. Yup, definitely toddlers.

OH YEAH, and Happy Mother's Day to all the moms reading this right now :)

Now, to fix the blog's feng shui...

So if you write a post about grease, metal and grunting, you must follow up with some cuteness. What's cuter than two week old kittens?

A kid in a BK crown and a big boy booster is cuter than 2 week old kittens.

ps: cosmo decided that the dog's crate in our room at 2:00a.m. was the best place ever to have kittens, which is why we haven't taken pics thus far. We successfully moved them to their downstairs abode this afternoon, hooray :)
pss: well, successful for about 2 hours anyway...until the vacuum was started up. apparently the vacuum is scarier than the boy and dog combined.

don't drink the water

So, what's it called when someone/thing is so empathetic to a woman's pregnant state that he/she/it begins to exhibit his/her/its' own pregnancy symptoms? You know: morning sickness, weight gain, mood swings, that sort of thing? Phantom pregnancy, I think it's called. yeah. Because a cat that's coming up on 7 weeks prego and a mom that's coming up on 7 months prego in the same house just isn't right. Please tell me she's just really fat and has a gurgly stomach:* *and, for reference, here's what she looked like not even a year ago.

multi-use pot

The day the potty took up permanent residence in our living room, it was doomed. Not only has it been used for its intended purpose by the human little(and thoroughly washed and sanitized after each use, thankyouverymuch), it has also provided many minutes of entertainment for all three littles in the house. It's been filled with blocks, toted around as a convenient spot to perch for a minute's repose, and chewed on by the biggest little. Lately, however, it has been overtaken by the littlest little. And I don't think she's moving out anytime soon. FWIW, the boy did try to sit on the potty anyway, with her in there, and got a nice couple of scratch marks in a rather sensitive area for his efforts. The dog was quick to come to his rescue, but gave up after a bite to the ear and a swat to the nose. Hmm. At least there's always the back yard ;-)



































OH, and for those of you bemoaning the lack of boy pics lately, I present to you the face I get every time I pull out the camera (and don't automatically hand it over). if you could only hear the accompanying sound effects.

la acqua naturale

This is my new chore. I get to water the dog every day! Can you tell how excited I am?It's a big job, first I have to make sure it's the right temperature.
Then I have to taste it to see if she will like it.Sometimes I need to taste it again just to be sure.The kitty always tries to take a drink too, so usually I try to distract her
She likes me a lot. but sometimes she likes to go away too. It's very dissappointing. But mommy still loves me, especially when I give her kisses! Maybe next time I'll tell you about the other thing I get to do every day ;-)

what is it

with us and cats?? StupidCat/Psycho Kitty/Albacore used to suck on mr. waaz's dirty black boot socks (never the clean ones and rarely the white ankle socks), knead the floor, and purr like mad with an "interrupt-me-and-bad-things-will-happen" look on his face. Then Temporary began sucking on his own belly to the extent that the ONE time we let him "have at it," he left a wet spot of drool on the couch. I thought we were going to be ok with Cosmo, 10 weeks old (or so) and no sucking. Then the dog had to go and get in a fight--ok, had to try to make friends with a protective pit bull--and now every time I go outside and leave the animals to wallow in the misery that no human interaction brings, I return to--you guessed it--Cosmo trying to suck on the dog's jowly neck, kneading her leg and purring, eyes glazed over and ears cocked for the first sound of the screen door. Weird, I tell ya.