When Kim and Rufus first came to us, I mixed them into my “kittens” posts because they were just slightly bigger kittens. But they’ve been with us for more than a month now, so I’m going to give them their own post. I didn’t think they’d be with us that long. It’s like they’ve grown up with us, they are now about 5 months old.
Rufus is all black, shiny and strong and very active. He wants to play and play and play, and sometimes he’s a bit rough or overwhelming to the little ones.
But he is gentle with humans, not at all averse to some attention once he has used up his burst of “I’m-out-of-the-cage” energy.
Kim is a little quieter. She’s a dilute tortie – mostly grey, with scattered traces of beige and orange.
She can be a little timid, but if you pick her up and start to cuddle her, she almost always starts purring.
This week, almost immediately after getting out of her cage, Kim commandeered the Blue Thing for a nice nap. One of our new kittens, a little black boy, decided he needed a cuddle and hopped right up with her. She was fine with that. I was so tempted to put them together when I put them all back.
She still loves her brother, though. This was a photo of them that I took about a month ago when they were fairly new with us.
Posts may be somewhat thin next week, as we can’t spend the afternoon at PetSmart tomorrow. I’ll dredge up some more alumni, and maybe show off another one of my cats.
Among the youngsters we had with us last weekend were these three assorted brothers. They were just a tiny bit shy of being snuggled and snorgled by humans, at least at first.
This little fellow was the smallest and shyest, but he got better as we persisted in putting him on a lap and giving him lots of pets.
This brother was white underneath and a lovely brown tabby on top. He was the furriest. He was also the most elusive to photograph.
And THIS brother was so handsome! He was a little fuzzy also, and look at those markings!
I think this photo is him, and not Daniel, because of the short little kitten legs.
We kept trying to cuddle him because he was just so adorable.
But as so often happens with these youngsters, we just had to wait for him to tire himself out with play, and then he realized a lap was a pretty good thing.
Doesn’t he have the cutest stripes on his paws??
I am not sure how long these little ones will be with us, but they were our youngest residents this past weekend, at only 8 weeks. We didn’t let them out because they were new arrivals, but if they are still there next weekend we will let them stretch their legs.
Two little girls and a boy, in shades of grey.
They were pretty peaceful, didn’t fuss or complain, just watched, and slept.
I like this picture. Someone fell asleep in face-plant position.
I am happy to report that brown tabby boy Daniel was adopted on Saturday afternoon, just a few hours after we left the building. And the lovable little brown and white tabby kitten from last weekend DID get adopted, along with one of his sisters, before the rest of the group caught cold and had to go back. So he is probably making some owner very happy right now.
I would have thought by now we’d be past the kitten explosion, and filling up with adult cats again, but that does not seem to be the case. This week we had no cats in the room over 6 months of age. With the majority between 10 and 15 weeks, it was quite a lively scene.
The whole litter that included the little brown and white boy were gone, as were the butterscotch kids – the sheet from the log was missing so I can’t be sure how many were adopted before the whole gang went back to see the vet, evidently there were some sniffles. And it appears that our friend Mr Growlypants, AKA Toby, got adopted. Someone must have come by and seen what a good boy he was, as he was not with us that long.
Here are some pictures of the ones who are with us for a second week, and who have not yet had their 15 minutes of fame here on the blog.
This young tabby guy has been gifted with the name Daniel. He’s on the large side of our population, about 15 weeks, and is busy. He will purr when you hold him, and once he’s had the cuddles he wants, he will start giving you love bites on your fingers.
There are two little grey and white girls, maybe just slightly younger than Daniel, who are very busy and playful. They are good at the vertical jump from a standing position. This one had such a whimsical face. Her sister’s markings are similar but less whimsical.
The mom cat and her babies went back to visit the vet, and they brought us a new batch of babies. One evidently was adopted almost immediately, and the rest were there for us to visit with on Saturday. All girls, and one boy. Sort of a mixed batch of black and white and tabby.
We got particularly smitten with the one boy in the litter, this beautiful little brown and white tabby.
He is going to be one handsome and affectionate cat.
No, not my cat Toby whom you’ve met before. This is a new friend at Petsmart.
He is a handsome young orange and white fellow, probably between 6 and 9 months old. He LOVES people but is not so thrilled with all the feline company he has in the cat room, so whenever he’s out he is growling and hissing at everyone. He got several kitty timeouts for this, which was hard because he would cry to come out and be with you but then when you put him down he became Mr Growlypants again.
Hopefully, he will come around after awhile, or else get a nice home quickly. Other than being Mr Growlypants, he is a sweet boy.
Well, we had quite the raft of adoptions last week. The lovely longhaired calico tabby got adopted during the week. The grey puffball who was sitting on Emmy’s back got adopted too. The last two silver tabby boys got adopted, a couple of days apart. Romeo must have known something we didn’t know when he looked at the clock, because his family evidently showed up on Friday and he was whisked away. And our boy Tom, who had been with us since July, went home on Saturday! I didn’t meet any of the families that adopted these friends, but I hope they will be very happy.
Others went back to see the vet. The dilute calico kitten did have some little respiratory thing, and so the mom and her babies left us. Also the feisty little grey kitten appears to have gone back, although the updates in the log sometimes leave something to be desired in terms of accuracy, and she could very well have been adopted too.
So we have a lot of new friends with us. These two little caramel cream brothers were the cutest things on four paws, and had a great time running up and down the room.
What was that? I heard something!
Must have been this toy, I must destroy it.
I am sitting on a box. Aren’t I cool?
And handsome too…
We have to go back to our condo now? Well, if you say so…
Romeo went to check on the time, and could not believe how late it was.
“I’ve been waiting quite awhile. Where is my new family??”
I’m not sure how much longer they’ll be there, as the little dilute calico had goopy eyes on Saturday. But for now they are relaxing in their double-wide. The little black one was brave and came out and ran around, the other three stayed with their mother.
Some good napping went on.
Remember this picture from yesterday?
See that little face on the right? Here is the rest of it.
A teeny tiny little girl, could not have been more than 8-10 weeks old. She was very interested in her nextdoor neighbor and they waved their paws at one another through the bars of the open door a little.
She did get down and walk around for awhile, but she was just so little that finally I picked her up and put her up where she was safe. She was not intimidated by all the other cats, though – she would walk up to a cat that stood three times her height, and hiss boldly.
I thought maybe she would play with this one, who was so soft and poofy that we called her Puffball. But neither one was interested in playing, for whatever reason.
(She’s standing on my daughter’s back. She spent a bunch of time standing on shoulders.) She was a bit more timid than little Miss Feisty – evidently had come in with a white sibling who was almost instantly adopted, and was the kitty left behind.
