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 ;-)
Savannah Caretaker who is honored to do the job.