Since it has been another slow, uneventful news day, I thought I would share some pictures of one of the kittens that Seth (Boghan sort of made the call, really) is going to keep. He needs a name, and despite my offering up the choice “Gary,” Seth told me no and that I am an idiot and I should ask my readers.
Throw your suggestions in the comments. Although I think Gary would be a great name.
Apparently, what my brother’s dog really needed and wanted all his life was kittens:
According to Seth, the black kittie with the white spot on her/his chest and the one with white feet have already secured their forever homes. I will have a video up in a little bit but apparently it is processing forever.
My tolerance for stupidity has reached empty, so once again I’m tuning out. Except probably to hang out here for the debates. For those of you who need a break, Sister Rail Gun provides us with the perfect antidote:
They weren’t able to get handoff photos, because as you can imagine, it was hectic. But here they are settling in. More from Sister Rail Gun:
We got them both into their room. They checked it out and said, “Yep, that’s a litter box, now where’s the food?”
We have Maysie in her favorite spot, by the window overlooking the bird feeders.
Tux behind the ironing board.
Tux and Maysie in the scraps pile behind the ironing board.
Maysie after Tux gave up on the game of tug. They were each pulling on the dangler when Tux said, “Oooh, right, there’s food here!”, let go, and turned away.
Maysie in her new favorite sleeping spot.
Sister Rail Gun has promised more videos when available – you can click on the video and actually subscribe to be notified.
This is a true respite thread. I don’t care if it only has 2 comments two hours in, if anyone is feeling like I am, they need a break. So as best as I can do, here is your cuteness break for the morning.
So while we are all ooooo-ing and aaah-ing about the latest Balloon-Juice adoption, our very own WereBear had a spell cast over her by these two little sweeties. When I read her blog post I asked her if she’d share it as a guest post here. I thought with all our cat adoptions recently, it would be nice to remind people we have a ready resource for those pesky cat and kitten questions. I was also wondering if you guys would be interested in her doing guest posts a couple times a month, maybe answering your burning cat questions?
Meanwhile, here are the latest members of the extended Balloon-Juice pet family. From WereBear
Welcome, MC Hammer and Fresh Prince!
Yes, two Beta Cat Type boys. The smallest Cat Social Unit.Which is how, and why, they came to live with us yesterday evening. Because it was a rescue.
offer I couldn’t refuse
These kittens were part of the shelter system. They were in no immediate danger.
I was so not in the market. Mr WayofCats had been very sick, which dragged me down from exhaustion. Finances were even tighter as a result.
When Tristan kept scratching his head and making Owie! sounds, I got him into the vet’s as soon as they opened. Then this happened.
These two kittens, working as a team, moved in the big cage to get on the shelf nearby. Then, still consulting each other, they stuck their paws out or made facial expressions of concern. The sides of this carrier are made of mesh. They and Tristan could see each other.
I said, “See, Tristan, they are worried about you.” But I’d already seen enough to know I was in trouble.
They were a bonded pair.
Cat Social Units
Tristan’s problem was cleared up with an exam and two shots. But my problem continued. These two kittens needed to be adopted together.
But it would also mean they would have to wait, growing up in cages and playrooms, getting longer and leggier and (to the unenlightened) less-cute every day. Which was better than the alternative, which was to break their little hearts by separating them.
“They are so attuned to each other,” I remarked to the person in reception.
“The shelter wants them to stay together.”
Then we both made those quick sad faces. We knew that was a barrier to adoption.
Fresh Prince and MC Hammer, their shelter names, had an extraordinary connection for kittens so young. They were 3-4 months old, and had been rescued from a feral colony.
At the beginning of fall local shelters were often jammed by these successful strategies. Which was good. But so many competing choices set this pair’s odds of adoption back even further.
Watching them play and communicate like an Impossible Mission Force, I saw what the shelter had seen. These two weren’t twins, but there was a very strong brother bond.
Both Betas, but I figured Fresh Prince, with his abundant white from chin to tail, had more Gamma. While MC Hammer showed signs he leaned towards the Alpha side of the range.
I could not catch a break. They would be exactly suited to joining my Cat Civilization. Just when I was halfway through my upcoming book on that very subject, with proper choosing and introductions being featured prominently in it.
So I was looking at a future where I kept my mouth shut, and the entire time I’ll be writing a book about cat partnerships. I won’t know what happened to these little fellows. Or I can go by the shelter and see how they are still waiting for a home.
Writer’s block is hard enough. I caved and asked for an application.
This wasn’t an immediate emergency. But the shelter, vet’s office, and I all knew this was a potential one. They had already, in a foster home, made great strides out of ferality. The best way to support their taming and max out potential was to give them a real home, soon.
When I talked to them, they drew near, even reaching for my fingers with their paws through the bars. They were coming along wonderfully, but all that effort could backslide if they didn’t get enough play and socialization.
All because people don’t understand how adopting two cats at a time is so much easier.
After a busy morning, the kittens seek out nap spots near me. MC Hammer has chosen a bookcase with a duffle bag under it, so all that shows is his paw. While Fresh Prince is in the open, but on top of a storage drawer set, with his back to a corner.
It’s going to be easier to tame Fresh Prince, who already lets me catch him and cuddle him, responding with a happy purr and relaxation. Since he is so close to MC Hammer, taming one will help tame the other.
The relationship doesn’t have to be close for cats to learn from, and translate for, each other. But progress will happen even faster in a bonded pair with such good communication.
They love each other. So they trust each other.
The vet tech said as the anesthesia took hold they hugged each other tighter and tighter until they went out. She said she almost cried, she was so glad someone was going to take them, together.
the reason why
For people who do not understand the lure of cats as pets, it can become a source of cognitive dissonance. This is when the brain struggles to reconcile conflicting pieces of information.
The only way Cat Skeptics feel comfortable with the cat myths they cling to turns out to be asserting that the problem is Cat Appreciators. How can they like an evil beast who is both too stupid to know their own name and brilliant enough to plot a human’s demise?
The problem is ignorance. The solution is more love.
Okay, hit the comments and squeeee away! I’m sure WereBear will be around if you have questions. Meanwhile, let me know in the comments if you’d be interested in monthly or twice monthly guest posts with maybe cat Q&A.
We are now en route to Sister Rail Gun of Warm Humanitarianism’s house where lots of love and attention await.
I am beyond grateful for the outpouring of support I have received here in just 28 hours since I first posted. Bill Proctor – this would not have happened without you. May your heart finally rest in peace.
Newest jackal AmyBlueKat has two little foundlings all healthy and ready for their new homes. She’s even willing to transport. Right now they are in the Dallas area.
I found Maysie and brother Big Tux living in the woods beside a busy street in Texas.
They have been spayed, neutered, fully vaccinated, and dewormed.
They have been living indoors and outdoors, and are comfortable around people, other cats, and dogs.
They are very loving!
I will gladly transport them anywhere a good home awaits!
She doesn’t say they need to go together, but I can vouch that two are twice as much fun, but not really twice as much work. And look, they won’t need more than kibble, few toys, a quick vet visit, a litter box, and a lap or two.
You know you need them! Contact AmyBlueKat at amybluekat – at – gmail – dot -com or send me a note and I’ll connect you.
And welcome AmyBlueKat, we look forward to having you join the raucous playroom we call Balloon-Juice.
I could use a respite right now – I’ve been reading the tortured logic of some folks who claim that being able to fight a limited nuclear war, and believe that it won’t get worse, is absolutely necessary to keep a nuclear war from happening. The assumptions pile up in giant haystacks like Boris Johnson’s hair. (And hey, how about that first vote!)
This is something that my corner of Twitter is having a lot of fun with. A new account, started this month (like yesterday), called Military Giant Cats. They tweet out only photoshops of cats and military scenes. No comments, but others have been adding them. They have 48 tweets and over 14,000 followers. Some of my faves:
Oh, we intend to place him in a loving home! As much as the publicity is wonderful for bringing attention to the Refuge and all our adoptable pets (like Pandora, who’s been waiting for 226 days to get adopted! ??), what really matters is what’s best for him! pic.twitter.com/YrBdRC0SUu
McConnell: If Democrats eliminate the filibuster they will regret it when, because they got past our nihilistic, nullifying obstruction to pass climate change legislation, the Earth remains habitable for humans. https://t.co/Ffg3xNcM7J
Last time I updated you on Gabe, I think I was still wondering if he was happy here. He’s erased all doubts about that. One day it was like a switch flipped, and he just relaxed into living here. He snuggles when he needs attention, sleeps on my feet at night, spends time outside and comes back when I call him, accepts the ducks as just part of the general craziness here and seems genuinely happy. Oh, and he very often sleeps on top of one of the dogs. Just ’cause.
He has put on a few pounds. But we don’t talk about that here. I’m sure it had a lot to do with being put on such a restrictive diet at the shelter to heal up his UTI. And the stress of the whole upheaval in his life. As recommended by our very own WereBear, I’ve moved the cats to a mostly wet food diet. He may un-chonk. He may not. He’s still a handsome devil.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he were already spoken for, but this is definitely of interest to this blog.
OMG, big boi Mr. B is a CHONK. He’s a chonk of a chonk. He redefines the term. Can you guess how much he weighs? More importantly, can you give him a home? Adopt this jumbo-sized package of fluff & love: https://t.co/v8aB6PzBbL. Please RT to help this sad-eyed guy find happiness! pic.twitter.com/tquRuvRaws
Since people have been hearing about my foster adventures with these three I thought I would share a picture for a respite / open thread. The little black and white one is the feral kitten, you can see he prefers to keep a sharp eye on me.
The marks on the floor are water stains aggravated by constant upending of water bowls. Carpet goes when they do!
Feels like an incumbent who can’t break 40% against any top challenger is in trouble, but we don’t know how many of these voters were polled in rust belt diners. pic.twitter.com/frKnLP3PFo