I love so very much that you want to sleep on me. I love even more that you are considerate enough to not try to sleep too close to Siada, because I do not need a nocturnal brawl on top of me. I do wish, however, that you would consider some other location that is not my throat. You are far too big now to drape safely across my windpipe.
I hope that you will take this into consideration if you want me to continue living long enough to feed you each morning.
Your favorite person
PS - I dont need your extra fluffy tail up my nose either.
Sweetheart, please give me warning the next time you decide to have the BEST DAY EVER and to try to make the leap onto the top shelf of the closet, while I am sitting on the floor under it looking for something. Your epic miss, and desperate attempt to save yourself, brought down the entire top shelf of winter clothes onto my head.
This was not my best Monday ever.
BEST MAMMA EVER
I think you need to go visit the sorting hat again. I am pretty sure you are a Slytherin.
The concerned Ravenclaw in your house
Today Layla is a year old! She opted for a pirate party and everyone had fun with the new birthday scratcher. Later there will be some lamb cat food and a yummy steak for the kittons to consume. Layla wants the world to know that yes, birthdays are indeed the BEST DAY EVER!
This past weekend when we arrived at our cabin, the first thing we heard when stepping out of the Jeep was the tiny wails of a little baby kitten. The sound of a human infant sends me running for the hills, but there is something so heart wrenching about the cry of a tiny baby kitten that just stabs right to my heart. We searched for it, and eventually found it (a tiny black tabby or marble, not much more than a week old) under a small porch next to the cabin. This is actually the second litter to be stashed here by a smart mommy who knows how dry (and shaded) that area stays.
We listened to the wails as we unpacked, and then I came out a few more times to check on the little one, and to leave food for mom. We decided that if mommy did not show up in a few more hours, we were making a run to PetSmart for a bottle and formula and then I hit social channels online to figure out how to handle this.
I am pretty much a pro at giving large, cranky cats shots and meds at this point, but the idea of bottle feeding a little one was intimidating. I am fortunate in my friends though as I know a vet, vet tech, and many people who do rescue and foster work for cats and kittens. One friend kindly pointed me to this site for all the how-tos that one could want: www.maddiesfund.org/orphaned-kitten-care-how-to.htm
The good news though, is that pretty soon mamma kitty DID come and take care of her baby. I made sure that there was plenty of food out for her, hoping that would help her stay closer to the baby's hidey spot (and would let the baby cry less for its comfort). I hope that in a few weeks we will see a little marble or stripey baby bounding around that side yard.
Eventually, we will have to start trapping some of the ferals on the property and getting them fixed. We are very happy to host a colony, but do not want it getting out of control.
I never did get a photo of the fuzzy jellybean baby, so y'all will have to be content with my knuckleheads avoiding the heat this weekend ;-)
Finally someone is calling out the injustice in the auto industry. Now we just need to address the lack of cat amenities elsewhere (it will go easier on all of us once the cats manage to finally take over the world): jalopnik.com/its-about-time-we-make-some-optional-car-packages-for-c-1828583230.
Oh Google, you definitely targeted this bit of marketing appropriately!
Also, the call came that Malik's procedure went well and he is in recovery. I cannot wait to have my boy home. Poor Layla is looking for her buddy!
It is that time. Yes, I am stressing it out already, even though I completely trust my vets and know that he will be 100% just fine. It doesn't stop me from worrying though.
Yeah, I am taking Malik in in the morning to have his little kitton nuggets removed. Poor boy has no clue what is coming his way.
As is the norm in our house, I have prepared a Bitty Kitton Bag for him to take to the vet to hold all of his essentials (toys, yummy food, and a letter to the vet). I did Siada and Layla's bags to match, but opted to go a bit different for his. I hope he likes it. :-)
Using Suitical shirts for Siada and Layla helped quell their running and jumping post-spay. I am not sure there is much of anything to keep this little guy from his usual rampage. I think that is really my worry. It is not so much about whether the vets will do things well, but how well I manage post-procedure recover. (Realistically, I should be a pro at dealing with cat issues after the Nimar Years, but it doesn't stop me from worrying over it.
Wish us luck tomorrow!
Following the brief trip in the new camper, I was completely inundated with work and then on my annual vacation for a couple of weeks. I missed my crazy kittons so very much while gone, but I also, almost forgot that most weeks out of the year that I live in a total zoo.
"Almost" forgot because occasionally there is a phone call that really serves as a good reminder of what Savannah life is like.
My vacation is always at a large medieval reenactment. At these events there are many varieties of activities from battles, to medieval dances, to feasts, to opportunities to learn new arts. There are also different things that happen that sort of bring bits of medieval life to our modern world. These involve things like royal courts or ceremonies. As it happened, I was at once of those more solemn events when the tale I am about to share took place.
This specific affair is based on a medieval knighting tradition. It was fairly late at night (around 10pm) and I was in a beautifully decorated medieval encampment, surrounding by people in fabulous medieval clothing, waiting for my turn to speak to someone who would soon be knighted. While waiting, the current Princess of the group, was discussing other important matters with me when my phone (set to vibrate and hidden away in my pouch) exploded with messages.
Text. Text. Call. Call.
Fearing that there was a family health emergency (my brother was in the hospital at that moment), I begged pardon from her Highness and looked at my phone. It was my boyfriend (who also, incidentally, is a Knight in this organization, and I thought he would have an idea of where I was and what I was doing at that moment and know what was going on even though he was not at the event). I answered it, desperately worried there was something wrong with one of the cats.
Him: Didn't you get my text????
Me: No, I am at a vigil. What is going on??
Him: MALIK HAS A BAT!
Me (thinking): I am 5.5 hours away, what am I supposed to do about this???
Him: Malik has a bat in his mouth and he won't let me have it and he is growling and won't let me near him.
(I find out later that apparently the spotted terror was running around with the body of the bat in his mouth, with wings hanging out the sides, like some sort of goofy cartoon.)
Me (thinking): Of course he won't let you have it. He is very proud of his kill!
Him: $&@#*#%$!!!! He is growling and took a swing at me. THE BAT IS GOING TO BITE HIM.
Me: There is a steak on the top shelf of the fridge. Give him some of that in exchange for the bat.
(At some point I hear the phone being set to speaker and laid down. I hear the fridge open and I swear I heard a flop noise... did he totally just throw a whole steak at the cat???)
Him: $&@#*#%$!!!! HE IS CHEWING THE STEAK WITH THE BAT STILL IN HIS FACE.
(Yes, this is the part where I am laughing so hard I am crying.)
Him: I need a container in case I get this bat. Where the hell are containers?
Me (thinking): Same place they always are. (Though I did provide directions to the containers, while trying not to laugh out loud.)
Him: $&@#*#%$!!!! I have to go. (He then hung up on me)
(At this point I was sort of sitting there mystified, and was still wondering what exactly I was supposed to do about the whole thing. Ten minutes later though, the phone rang again, so I stepped to the side to take the call.)
Him (out of breath): I have the bat.
Me: Fantastic! How did you get it?
Him: Malik crunched down and it stopped moving and he lost interest and let me have it.
(I learned later that somehow him getting the bat from Malik also involved duel wielding tongs and part of my loom????!!!!!)
Him: So I have the bat and I called Animal Control and they dont want it.
(A few years ago, Nimar caught a bat in the house and it was during a bad rabies year so Animal Control came to the house within 5 minutes to claim said bat for testing.)
Him: They said if all the cats are vaccinated, to just get rid of it.
Him: So the bat is in the refrigerator.
(Wait, WHAT? Why the HELL is there a bat in my refrigerator!!!??? How does this even happen???)
Him: I am stressed out and tired and have to go.
So now I was sitting there wondering why on earth was there a bat in the fridge. Was it even in a container? WHY WAS THERE A BAT IN THE FRIDGE???
Apparently there was some logic to that, but I still cannot fathom what it was.
And guess what? The next night when I was messaging him about how great the dinner he had prepared for our camp and sent up with me was, he messaged me back that he was glad that we all liked it and BTW, the BAT WAS STILL IN THE REFRIGERATOR. And Malik knew it was there. AND OMG, apparently I can never, ever leave my kittons unattended again!
As much as I love my vacation, I totally missed these crazy characters. Malik grew so much in just a few weeks. Look at those legs!!! And of course, they were all so happy when I got home. They missed the mama snuggles.
(And, just to note that I started to type this up a few nights ago, and while doing so, Layla strolled right by me with an entire bunch of bananas in her mouth. So yes, I do, in fact, live in a zoo. But I would not have it any other way!)
This weekend we finally got to take a real trip with the kittons in the new camper. The trip up there was interesting as Layla and Malik were a little unsettled for the ride. Siada has ridden in the truck before (and she was born fearless), so she was fine, but I had to take turns holding everyone for a bit until they calmed down for the rest of the journey.
The new Grand Designs Imagine camper proved to be as perfect for camping with feline companions as we had hoped. There was loads of room for them to romp and chase and even enough space for playing with feather wands with them.
We opted for this product over other available options as we always travel without own mobile internet source that stays in the RV at all times, that made this device ideal over those which typically cost more and require a monthly service contract.
It took only a few minutes and my iPhone to set up the Temp Stick. I now have an app that I can use to monitor the temperature and it is set to send me alerts if either the temperature reaches a certain point, or if the power goes out to our internet source. I checked the temp many times throughout today and am exceptionally pleased with my purchase. (The other item that I read great reviews for that I considered is the RV Pet Safe monitor. Had we not already had a hotspot, I would have purchased that model and their cellular plan.)
There was one thing I did not plan on, that was somewhat bizarre in close quarters, and that was Siada launching into Feral Kitton Mode at 4am. Her papa had gotten up for something briefly and it woke myself and her Princessness up as well. I saw it in her gaze and knew what was coming as she scanned around the room looking for a target.
ME: Siada, baby, no, not right now.
SIADA: Engage Feral Kitton Mode!
ME: No girl, you will wake everyone up.
SIADA: Must.... go.... feral..... (locks eyes with Malik)
MALIK: Oh crap (jumps onto the counters, followed by a wild-eyed Princess, off the counter again, over the dinette, behind the recliners where a WWE match ensued, leaping out onto the chairs, the top bunk, the bedroom)
ME: <sigh> (heaving my tired carcass out of bed to stop the rampage) Siada, you need to leave him alone, someday he will be bigger than you.
SIADA: I will go feral on your ankles!! (and she did)
ME: Come here little Malik, that girl is picking on you (rescues him from the blankets draping off the edge of the bed and then shove him under the blankets and give him a fuzzy blanket, he suckles on the, as a pacifier)
SIADA: (says nothing because she is already curled up asleep on the recliner)
LAYLA: BEST DAY EVER (as she jumps on and off the top bunk repeatedly for no apparent reason, shaking the entire trailer with each landing)
ME: And this was a good idea why???
No more fresh air for this kittons ever. Since five AM it's been a non-stop Savannah rampage. Everything that could be knocked over or knocked off has fallen victim to the herd. I have been pounced, attacked, abs even my blanket for was breeches by Siada, who was leading the raid in person.
I gave up on sleep when I heard a rumble and saw Malik perched on top of the bedroom door. I give up as they can apparently fly...
(ETA - As I was posting this Malik decided he did not like the smell of my coffee and serval smacked the liquid in the cup and now I am cleaning up the table, the stack of mail and my laptop...)
Siada has no fear. I think it might be genetic, or magic, or something. Nothing scares her. Layla, on the other hand, is a bit jumpy. She isn't skittish and she definitely is not one of those cats that disappears whenever company comes over, but she far is more cautious than her cousin. Malik is a bit somewhere in between the two. He doesn't charge in the way Siada does, and once confronted he will display his full kitton prowess to his enemy, but he does have reservations about certain situations.
Or about a presumed enemy, which in this case is The Snake.
The Snake originiates with Nimar, who used to go through toys at an alarming rate. We had to start buying large Tuffy toys meant for pitbulls and other big dogs. They were the strongest things we could find and he still went through an average of one a week. Days before we lost him, we found a snake made of fire hose and bought him that. He was feeling less playful at that point and only nipped at it once, but he seemed to like having it on his bed in the computer room and it has been laying there ever since. Siada wrestled it once or twice as a baby, but Layla and the big girls never gave it a second glance. Malik smacked it a few times when we first got him (see video below), but mostly it just sat there biding its time, just waiting to terrorize F1 kittons.
It is interesting to note that Malik's more recent reactions to The Snake entirely depend on its position. If the snake is flipped over onto its back, Malik pays it no heed. But it is looking at him, all bets are off. It gets the very best of serval smacks, as well as a few spits, hisses and growls. For the most part, The Snake just lays forlorn on its back on the floor and everyone walks past it and goes about their lives.
Well, recently Papa made the mistake of moving The Snake from the floor to the table and all hell broke loose. Apparently it looked at him funny and he went completely nuts. The fuzzy little guy saw it and sprang from his seat to my arm, to my leg and then he and his adversary hit the floor and the spitting and smacking began in earnest.
MALIK: It's looking at me!
SIADA: It's a toy, you derp.
MALIK: It's eyes, they are trying to steal my soul. I have never seen anything so horrible!
SIADA: You are 60% serval, act it.
MALIK: But it is LOOKING AT ME.
(Furious bout of serval smacks, followed by growls and Malik flees the room to sit at the far end of the next room staring, in horror, in the direction of the computer room.)
LAYLA: BEST DAY EVER, MALIK LEAVED ME ALONE!
(Papa hides the snake.)
MALIK: Not going back there. Ever.
SIADA: Your food is back there.
MALIK: Don't care.
LAYLA: BEST DAY EVER, MORE FOOD FOR ME!
SIADA: Your litter box is back there.
MALIK: Don't care. I will poop in the sink. I can NEVER go back.
Two days. It took TWO DAYS for me to reintroduce him to the back of the house. Heck, he didn't even want to leave the second floor for a day and would not even go in the computer room for one more beyond my coaxing him down the stairs. And when he finally made his way to the back of the house, he looked diligently under every piece of furniture for The Snake. Finally though, he was convinced the vile beast was eradicated and he could return to his normal evenings of perching on Papa as he plays computer games.
SIADA: This is why I am in charge...
Savannah Caretaker who is honored to do the job.