Three cats went home on Saturday. One was teenier than Cole and was swooping out the door as we arrived. We got to spend some time with the other two before they made their getaways.
Peaches was a lovely calico tabby girl about 6 months old. She was quiet and a little timid, and very pretty and gentle.
Socks was a lively young fellow with a cute white streak on his nose that made it look like he’d been in the cream.
He was adopted by a couple who had recently lost their old cat. The husband held him while the wife cried and filled out the forms. Although he had been busy up until that moment, he was quiet while being held, as if he knew what was happening. That seems to happen fairly often, a cat that is not so fond of being still or of being held suddenly accepts it when their adoption is underway. It was like he was satisfied with the arrangements.
Lots of great adoption news AGAIN. Things are booming at PetSmart for the kitties. Teeny Tortie was of course adopted within about 48 hours of us visiting her. Both calicos were also adopted – not together, but they seemed like the types that would be fine on their own. Rachel was adopted. Frosty was adopted. As I expected, the little grey guy and his siblings went back because his eyes were runny. Thomas and Charlotte also went back for a little bit of vet care.
That left us with only Rachel’s brother Ritchie as a holdover from last week, and everyone else was a new friend.
This week’s teeniest cutie is Cole. Maybe we should have spelled it Coal as he is another one of the black cats we’ve had so many of this year. Little and quiet and as cute as you please. He got photographed a lot, although black cats are not easy to photo…
He was pretty easygoing, too, and was willing to be carried around and petted and put in and out of tents and so forth.
He got up on the well-loved Blue Thing, and got sleepy.
Luckily there was a pillow handy…
There won’t be new posts for a couple of days, so I’m going to give you all the rest of the photos I took Saturday.
First, Charlotte. She was shy and still not accustomed to the horde of feline company, so she stayed in her condo waiting for attention. At about a year old she was our oldest inmate this week.
Then, Rachel and Ritchie. They are like little reruns of Kim and Rufus – a dilute tortie sister and a black brother. They were very cute and friendly.
In the tradition of Tom and Turbo, the wild men, we now have Frosty and Thomas. It may be hard to see in the photo, but Frosty is black, frosted all over with funny white hairs, like he’s been out in the snow.
Thomas is a skinny youngster with a lot of energy.
The two tuxie wild children were fine as long as they played with each other, but they were a little too much for the other calmer inmates so they needed occasional kitty timeouts.
Then we had the three kittens Raven, Rascal, and Ralph (someone was in an R mood the day they all came in). Raven and Rascal were black, and Ralph was a lovely silver tabby. They were SO friendly and affectionate. They would climb up your chest to rub on your face if you gave them half a chance. They were probably about 10 weeks old, and only seemed big to us because of the little tortie – they were pretty small guys.
Raven and Rascal were both busy, and hard to photograph (those black cats!) but Ralph was more cooperative. He was a little bigger than his siblings, very silky, and unfortunately had one runny eye, so they will probably not be with us this weekend.
He had this funny habit of reaching up and rubbing his face on my cheek, which was endearing, except that I felt I had to disinfect my face so I wouldn’t pass on his little eye issue to the next cat I snorgled.
He ended up curling up for a nap in a very cute catnap position.
As if the darling little tortie wasn’t enough, we also had two gorgeous calico sisters with us on Saturday. We haven’t had a calico since Abbie in the spring.
These two were maybe 5 or 6 months old – still small, but towering over the 8-10 week olds. One was a full calico with orange and black, and the other was dilute, with grey instead of black.
They were friendly and busy, and seemed like the perfect combination of sociability and independence. What pretty girls.
She doesn’t seem to notice the little tortie shadow hovering over her…
Since I didn’t post much last week I feel that I owe you bags and bags of cute, and with the crew we had at PetSmart on Saturday it will be easy to oblige.
The tiniest inmate this week was this wee little fuzzy tortie kitten. Despite what the cage tag said, she couldn’t have been more than six weeks old. She had arrived on Friday with a sister, and by Saturday morning the sister had already been adopted. I don’t think this little one will last long with us, she will be snapped up and may be adopted even as we speak.
She was friendly and purred when held, and she explored the top of the counter (we didn’t let her down on the floor with the others, as there was one who had a runny eye and she was too little to be exposed to that).
I took lots of pictures of her trying to capture her cuteness and her subtle color.
But I REALLY went nuts with the camera when, after being out exploring the counter for an hour or so, she crawled into my purse and went to sleep.
If your head went THUNK on your desk from the sweetness, you’re not alone…
We didn’t have time to take new cat photos this weekend, but we did stop by briefly to get the latest adoption news, and it’s good.
Adopted: Sophia
Adopted (together!): Kim and Rufus
Adopted: Shy Brother
Adopted: two of the three smallest babies
The brother in back and the tabby in front were adopted, and only the little tiny grey one with the pensive face is left. She is a little bewildered but trying to make the best of it.
What a rash of adoptions. In addition to all this wonderful news, the little black kitten who liked sitting with Kim had to go see the vet so he is also gone. The place is still full, but right now it’s all kittens all the time – from this tiny one who’s about 8 weeks to the oldest current residents who are about 15 weeks.
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.
