Cats, cats, cats

Arthur in a rare "I am consenting to sleep on the same sofa as you are sitting" mood. This is so rare as to require photograph.

GG and FF, precious kitties!!

Dee - love love love...just beautiful!

So, here's some KI pictures....kittens get put in bowls to get weighed.

I got a call from a woman who found three kittens on her roof (totally bizarre). Two were about 3 weeks old and quite sick and one was a newborn. The newborn was cold and I had a two hour drive to get him to Kitten Inn, so I stuck him in my cleavage. I wear an Ah Bra, so he just snuggled in. Every once in a while, he'd move and I'd have a big lump on my boob (his head!). So I drop them all at KI and go to a field assignment. And something smells funny. I'm thinking maybe Turbo, our big territorial tabby, has peed on my shoe or something. Get home and take off my clothes the the inside of my bra is covered with kitten poo. So now i"m told that this is a right of passage - you're truly a crazy cat lady when you've had kitten poo on your boobs. Here's the little guy..he's now been taken in by a mom with similar sized babies and is doing well!

And last but not least, I got to have this bunch at my place overnight...

Yes, you are now truly a crazy cat lady.

Took my cuddle-buddy orange tabby Happy (the 8-1/2-yr-old “perma-kitten") in for his shots & checkup yesterday, and was informed he is definitely an “obeast:" 16.4 lbs when he should really be 12. He is supposed to achieve this weight loss by being rationed to 232 kcal daily--which would burn off 1/2 lb/mo. Putting him on a diet is easier said than done--if ever a cat could have Prader-Willi Syndrome (the rare incurable endocrine-driven condition that makes some people insatiably hungry despite eating compulsively), it'd be him. The sound of a dish clinking, a can opening or a box of anything being shaken drives him into a frenzy--trying to climb onto the counter while meow-screaming “I'm staaar-ving!" He wolfs his food (sometimes barfing it up), and if there's any in his sister Heidi's dish (at 13 lbs., she's actually considered fatter because of her short-legged part-Ragdoll body), he'll go at it too--before she comes back to finish it. Complicating matters is that he'll eat any pate-or-loaf-style cat food put in front of him (even the disgusting wet prescription kidney-diet stuff his late brother Matthew--who made it to 19-1/2--had to be practically force-fed). And when it comes to wet food, Heidi is the living definition of “finicky." Both of them detest any canned food with different textures, be they chopped bits, slices, chunks or in gravy; and they spurn stuff like Fancy Feast. She could love one flavor of wet food one day--and when fed to her a few days later she'll turn around and walk away or push the dish away and scratch at the floor in front of it. Both of them have never met a kibble they didn't like--so I put them on Purina's healthy-weight indoor formula. And when they sense it's feeding time--especially kibble-time, they'll howl like banshees and follow me around till I dish it out. We stopped free-feeding them months ago, but it isn't working. And neither of them want to play, except lying on their backs batting at stuff (or one will run over and attack the other to get at the toy--it isn't play-fighting either). We got Heidi (she's plush and black) as a 10-month-old in 2005, and Happy as an 8-week-old two years later. They got along fine (or at least peacefully) until they both became adults.

Feeding them in separate rooms & at separate times is nearly a full-time job. At least neither of them seem interested in “people-food."

Kiwi, praying the little one make it. Ok, I'm going to admit I got a chuckle out of your passage about becoming a CCL.

Good for Kate. Her kitty would probably prefer a short happy life to a long one that was miserable.

You remember Stevie, the kitten in the dress? Here he is making sure his human doesn't unpack from moving but plays with him instead.

Here's a shot of Big Boy where you can see one of his paws. It's so big, it hides his other paw.

He is beautiful to look at. A good solid cat.He doesn't miss a meal, that's for sure. It's funny to watch him approach the food when Guard Cat and the little female we call Mom Cat are eating. Comes to the porch slowly and acts intimidated. Stops and then Guard Cat gives out some strange sounds and maybe a growl. Big Boy hangs his head but holds his ground. Eventually, he approaches the plate and the other two walk away. You would think they could all share. Have only seen that happen once. It is amazing to watch them. Wished I had started filming them.

Daughter and Boyfriend are happy that Arthur has been adopted from the no kill shelter!