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New month, new logo! This one was created by the wonderful Aly, who has made many banners for me in the past. I think the forbidden lurrrrrve of Tommy and Stinkerbelle is a perfect theme for February!
Thanks, Aly!

I would like to transition my cat’s litter from the normal clay to the clumping kind, what would be the best way? Also he needs a new litter box, should I introduce that first and then change the litter or the other way around?
Although I’ve never changed cat litter from the regular clay to the clumping stuff (we’re clumping litter users from way back), I imagine that slowly adding the clumping to the non-clumping stuff, adding more clumping stuff every few days, would work. That gets them used to the new stuff gradually, rather than all at once. And definitely use the new litter box with the old stuff for a while – maybe a week? – before starting the changing of the litter. If any readers have more experience regarding the changing-to-a-new-litter question, feel free to leave a comment!
Finally we’ve noticed he’s got a hard lump on his side, pretty small, about the size of a dime (or maybe a little smaller), it doesn’t seem to bother him when we touch it, it is dry, not oozing anything, he isn’t biting at it or scratching….what could this be? Is it something that I should be taking him to the vet for or just monitor as needed?
I’d get him to the vet when you can, just to make sure it’s nothing serious – it doesn’t sound like anything our cats have dealt with (YET – now that I’ve said that, one of them will immediately develop such an issue, I assure you), so I’m not sure what it could be.

After reading that very interesting article on litter boxes from cat’s point of view, I first wondered how many perma-cats you have (answered above) and then, how many litter boxes you have? Do the cats all stay inside or do they do their “bidness” outside sometimes? I really wish I had a former coworker’s email address so that I could direct a link of that article to her. She had two cats and only changed the box when they were “climbing rocks”. That she could even joke about it made me want to toss my cookies.
We have seven permanent cats, two “not ours” cats (cats that supposedly don’t belong to us, but they spend about 3/4 of their time in our house, eating our food, and 1/8 of their time killing things and leaving them on the porch for us), and two fosters. More on them in a later section.
The cats who belong to us sometimes stay in, and sometimes are allowed out back in the (fenced-in) yard, depending on the weather. Some of them will come in from outside specifically to use the litter box, but there are three (Mister Boogers, Sugarbutt, and Tommy) who will always take the opportunity to go outside, dig in the dirt, and leave a little somethin’ behind. I’m torn between being glad that there’s that much less mess in the litter box and being peeved that there’s that much more mess in MY BACKYARD.
We have four litter boxes – two in the laundry room, one in the upstairs bathroom, and one in the foster kitten room. I clean them out twice a day, in the morning and again at night. I keep them as clean as possible, and if I decide it needs to be done, I’ll do a quick middle-of-the-day scooping.
I understand why people hate to clean out the litter box – it’s a nasty, thankless business – but do they not realize that after their cats dig through a nasty never-cleaned-out litter box, they then take their nasty germ-covered paws and tromp all over the furniture, and their owners? It behooves an owner to keep those litter boxes sparkling!

i had a really fucked up dream last night after i fell asleep watching tmz. in my dream, heath ledger’s death and spot’s demise were both caused by mary kate olsen, who was actually trying to get heathcliff the cat whacked. but bob saget and dave collier fucked it all up and that damn heathcliff is still terrorizing the neighborhood. it was a very special episode of “full house.”
I love it when you guys have crazy, fucked-up dreams about me! I had a dream about Nance the other night, that I was visiting her and she told me that she was going to adopt a baby from Africa. Then I called her Nance-elina Jolie, and she got mad at me. Hee!

Have you ever seen Alien 3??? You look JUST like Sigourney Weaver.
That’s because me and Ripley, we’re the same kind of badass. Ripley kicks alien ass, I kick… flying insect ass!

just wondering if you’ve ever been noticed by a reader when you’re out and about at Petco, Target or even in Maine? I know I’d reconize you right away !
I’ve never had anyone come up to me and ask if I’m me (“Bitchypoo?!”), and the only reader I know of who spotted me was Sara, who probably spotted me on my way to the pet store one Monday morning. Oh, and several years ago when we were in Gatlinburg, a reader saw me, but didn’t say anything to me directly. That’s it as far as I know, but who knows? If anyone sees me, this is a blanket invitation to come up and say hi!

How long will it [your eye] be like that?
I expected it to look a lot better than it does by now (it looks better – Fred even agreed last night – but it’s slow going), but if I had to guess, I’d say it’ll probably be a week, week and half before it’s completely gone, if not a little longer. I’ll put up a picture of it on Monday so y’all can see how it looks, how about that?
Do they [the cats] like the girlz or ever go after them ?
For the most part, the cats and the chickens completely ignore each other. There were issues, when the girlz were smaller, with Maxi and Newt occasionally chasing one. As soon as we saw that, we’d kick the offending cat out of the back yard. Every now and then if McLovin is chasing one of the girlz around, and the hen runs by a cat, the cat might join in the chase for a moment, but McLovin usually puts a stop to that. I’ve also seen a chicken chase a cat for a short distance, too. I think McLovin sometimes mistakes Sugarbutt (who’s orange) for one of the yellow chickens, but he comes to his senses before any real chicken lovin’ attempts happen.

Has Fred *ever* traveled outside of Alabama/Tennessee? I understand loving your home and all, but – did he have to do a lot of traveling for work at one point and get burned out? How is it he has no interest in going, well, ANYWHERE?
Yeah, Fred’s done some traveling. I know he’s been to Illinois, to Fort Worth, to Rhode Island once, for work. Oh, and he had a work trip to Maryland, and I went with him. We’ve both been to Florida, and to Vicksburg, Mississippi, and to Pennsylvania (almost 12 years ago!) and Virginia. He just really isn’t interested in traveling – there’s nowhere on earth he’d rather be, than home on the farm puttering around outside or hanging out with me. I could complain about that (I, myself, really would like to travel some, thank you!), but can I really complain that his favorite place is home with me? I don’t think so. At least, not very much!

So, did you go and build a tiny 2″ snowman with your newly fallen snow? HEE!
Hush, troublemaker. I would have had an easier time of it making a snowman out of chicken poop than out of the amount of snow we got. But then I guess it wouldn’t have been a snowman, it would have been a poopman. A dropping man?

Um, did I miss it? Are Skittles and Elleh-Belleh permanent Anders0ns now?
They are not. More on them in a later section.

I have this vague memory that at one point, eons ago, Mama and Newt really weren’t your cats. Didn’t you talk a neighbor into taking them if you paid to have them fixed? Has that neighbor ever said anything about “her” cats living with you? Or am I remembering this totally wrong?
Nope, you’re remembering that right. But apparently Mama and Newt didn’t like being indoor kitties, and when they were let outside, they decided it was more comfy over here, where there’s a heated cat house on the front porch, and lots of food and water available. It was never MY intention to let them inside – why would we? They have food water and shelter on the front porch! – but FRED started letting them inside when it was cold out, and now they spend part of the day and most nights in the house with us. It works out pretty well, and Mama and Newt are always ready to go outside first thing in the morning. The neighbor’s never said anything about us “stealing” her cats, but they do go over there and visit with her from time to time, too.

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
The obvious issue with your question is that there’s no time constraint on it – how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood…. in an hour? A day? Forever? And are we talking an old woodchuck, a young one, or just a generic woodchuck somewhere in the middle? And what kind of wood?
I have a mug on my desk that says “How much shit could a dipshit dip if a dipshit could dip shit?” I love it.

Could you please give me a recommendation for a good digital camera thats under $350?
I really really really like our Sony DSC-P200. I have one, and Fred has one, and I love the pictures they take. We’ve had several Sony digital cameras (we also have a DSLR – A100, which is more expensive than what you’re looking to spend) and have absolutely loved every one of them.
Readers, do you have digital camera recommendations?

I’m confused! Who is Skittles? Your cat page is out of date.Can you give us a run-down? I thought I was good till you mentioned Fred said you have 10 cats and now there’s pictures of Skittles and all of a sudden I woke up and said “wait. Who’s Skittles?”
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I have to agree with the general confusion about your cats. Skittles has sure been there a long time to be a foster. Also – it would be good to have a picture of each cat with all of their names/nicknames along the sidebar. You know, a quick-reference guide. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you have a new cat or just a new name for an existing one.
Okay, here we go. A picture of each cat with his/ her name and nicknames, and what the hell they’re doing in our house. I’ll start with the temporaries.
I’m confused! Who is Skittles? Your cat page is out of date.Can you give us a run-down? I thought I was good till you mentioned Fred said you have 10 cats and now there’s pictures of Skittles and all of a sudden I woke up and said “wait. Who’s Skittles?”
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I have to agree with the general confusion about your cats. Skittles has sure been there a long time to be a foster. Also – it would be good to have a picture of each cat with all of their names/nicknames along the sidebar. You know, a quick-reference guide. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you have a new cat or just a new name for an existing one.
Okay, here we go. A picture of each cat with his/ her name and nicknames, and what they’re doing in our house. I’ll start with the temporaries.
Skittles. Nicknames: Twittles, Missy, Little Sister.
Skittles is a foster kitten, and yes – she’s been with us for a long time. This is because her two sisters at the pet store – Punki and Felicia – haven’t been adopted yet. Once one (or both!) of them are adopted, there’ll be room for Skittles and Elle. I think she’s about eight months old.
Elle. Nicknames: Elleh-Belleh, Missy, Sister.
Elle’s a foster. She’s been with us for quite some time, too, for the same reason as Skittles has. They’re both awfully sweet – and no, we’re not adopting them. She’s about eight months old, I think.
Maxi. Nicknames: Miss Mama, Mama, Tony Soprano.
Maxi (we usually call her Miss Mama, though) showed up in our back yard before the house was ours. She had obviously recently given birth, and it was probably a month later that she showed up on our front porch with her litter of kittens. With her was Newt (below), who we assumed was the father of the kittens. He was very, very attached to Miss Mama and would rub up against her and follow her around and give her the Love Eyes.
Eventually, we snatched Maxi and Newt up and brought them inside. We had the whole lot of them spayed and neutered, adopted the kittens out through the shelter I volunteer for, and Miss Mama and Newt were supposed to belong to a neighbor, who offered to take them in. As I mentioned above, Maxi and Newt had other plans, and adopted us. They were supposed to be outside-only cats, but Fred is a great big softie, and ended up bringing them inside. They stay inside a lot, but anytime they want out, they let us know. We don’t keep them inside against their will. Also, we always claim they’re “Not ours”, though no one (not even us!) believes us. I have no idea how old she is.
Newt. Nickname: Newtles.
As mentioned above, when we first saw Newt, we thought he was the father of Maxi’s kittens. The vet said she thought he might be one of her kittens from an earlier litter. At the time (a year ago), she said she didn’t think he was completely grown yet. I’d guess he’s somewhere in the vicinity of two years old now.
Spanky. Nickname: Skitty-boo.
Spanky’s the elder statesman of our cats. We got him when he was itty-bitty; less than 10 weeks old, I think. He was very very clingy and friendly at first, but then Spot taught him to be skittish and scared of people. He’ll eventually – once he gets to know you – come out from hiding and walk around the room, stretching, but he prefers not to be touched by you, thx. He’s about eleven and a half years old.
Scrappy. Nickname: Miz Poo, Poo, Poo pie, Pootypants.
Miz Poo (we never ever call her “Scrappy”) is my baby, and for a long time was the only girl. I got her when she was about 10 weeks old, I think. I saw her in the store that the rescue I now volunteer for used to run, fell in love with her, harassed Fred to let me get her, decided not to, and then went back two weeks later, she took one look at me and howled and howled, and I had to have her. She rules the roost with an iron paw, but if any of the other cats fight back she’ll run away hissing. She’s clingy and needy and a pain, but I love her so much. She’s 8 years old.
Stanley. Nickname: Mister Boogers, Boogs, Boogie, Stumpy.
Though his “legal” name is Stanley, we never call him that – he’s always Mister Boogers, Boogs, or Boogie to us. We got him in October of 2003, a little while after our cat Fancypants went missing. One day, Fred decided it was time for a new cat. I had shown Fred a picture of one of the kittens at the shelter, and Fred was so amused by the look on his face (he was named “Paw Paw” at the time) that he asked to see him. Mister Boogers was by himself in a bathroom because he was recovering from an upper respiratory infection, and as soon as Fred picked him up, he purred so hard that his little cheeks puffed out. It was pretty much a done deal the instant Mister Boogers waggled his little stump of a tail. For a little while I called him “Beanie” or “The Bean”, but that was before his true nickname – “Mister Boogers” – evolved. Though I have been known to put up a picture (or a thousand of them) of Mister Boogers proclaiming that he hates you, the deep dark secret is that Mister Boogers is a total sweetheart and a lovebug. Don’t tell him I told you that. He’s about five and a half years old.
(Orange) Sugarbutt. Nicknames: Suggie, Toogie, Sugarman.
(Black) Tom Cullen. Nicknames: Tom, Tommy, Tom-Tom, Toms.
Tommy and Sugarbutt were both from a litter of foster kittens we had in late summer, early fall 2005. They – along with their brother, who looked just like Sugarbutt, and their sister who was a tortie – were very little when we first got them. Sugarbutt was named “Sad Eyes” when I got him, and had what we thought was a prolapsed rectum. It was so bad that I asked the shelter manager what to do, and she said that sugar on a wet washcloth might help the swelling; this is how he ended up with the name “Sugarbutt.” (Tommy was named “Barrett”, which didn’t fit him at all – I called him “Bear” for a while before we decided to adopt him, and renamed him “Tom Cullen” for the character in Stephen King’s The Stand).
The day the whole litter was to go to the pet store, Tommy developed a mysterious limp. I decided to keep him for a few extra days just to keep an eye on him, and by the time he was better, we’d fallen in love with his solemn little face. In the meantime, Sugarbutt was adopted out and then returned by the man who’d adopted him, saying that he was bleeding rectally. I picked him up from the vet and kept him for two weeks (he was on antibiotics), and by the time the two weeks was up, there was no question but that we’d keep him. They’re quite attached to each other, and can often be found grooming and loving upon each other. We call Tommy our “Ambassador”, because he’s the first one to try to make friends with the new foster kitties. They’re about two and a half years old.
Stinkerbelle. Nicknames: Miss Stanky, Stinkybutt, Stinkybottom, Missy.
Stinkerbelle was one of a litter of kittens we had in the summer of 2007. These kittens were as close to feral as any fosters we’ve ever had, and I worried about them a LOT. Stinkerbelle was the worst – she wouldn’t let us touch her, she’d run from us, and getting medication down her throat was a nightmare. Her sister came around and decided to be friendly the fastest, so she went to the pet store first. Her brothers weren’t far behind, so they went next, which left Stinkerbelle (whose original name was Maryanne, since we went with a Gilligan’s Island theme) alone. The instant she was alone, she became a lot friendlier. She was here for several weeks after her brothers and sister were gone, and she and Fred bonded. Aside from that, she was very, very enamored of Tommy – in fact, her brothers were quite attached to Tommy, too, which led us to believe that their mother had been a black cat.
She went to the pet store on a Friday, and the following Monday morning she hadn’t been adopted, and in fact it looked like she’d spent all night trying to dig her way out of her cage. I made the mistake of telling Fred that, and he began telling me to go get her and bring her home. Bring her home. Bring her home NOW, bring her home. Although I tried my best to get him to wait and see if someone would adopt her, he wouldn’t hear of it, and instead stopped on his way home to pick her up and bring her home. The instant she heard his voice, she started howling, and that was all she wrote.
She’s a skittish little brat who runs away if you try to pet her (unless you approach her very slowly), and begins howling for Snackin’ Time an hour before it’s time. She’s gorgeous and she’s kind of a little hussy (she lurves Tommy the most, but if Tommy’s not available, she’ll get some lovin’ from Mister Boogers, and she’s even recently made advances toward Skittles, who is unimpressed) and Fred will tell you at length how soft and silky her fur is, and how beautiful her blue eyes are. He’s a man in love, I guess. She’s about nine months old.
Joe Bob. Nicknames: Joey, Bobby (he hasn’t really been around long enough to develop any long-term nicknames).
You may or may not remember Joe Bob from about a year ago. At the time, he was named Moonman, and he was a foster along with his sister Moondance. Fred said one day “He’s such a bubba!”, and I said “He looks like a Joe Bob!”, and his new name (at least to us) was born. (His sister became Myrtle to us.) Joe Bob and Myrtle were with us for a break from the pet store, where they’d been sitting in a cage for ages. They were with us for quite a while, but Myrtle was a bit of a hellbeast, and wore out her welcome. She went to the pet store and Joe Bob was soon to follow, but he developed a urinary tract infection, so we kept him for a few more weeks.
Once he was healed, he went to Petsmart as well. He sat in a cage for a lonnnnng time, and was finally adopted after a couple of months. The people who adopted him ended up returning him (I don’t know the reason why), and he went back to the shelter. And then he stayed there. His sister got adopted (she was actually very sweet but had a really scary scream on her when she was annoyed), and every so often we’d talk about Joe Bob and what a good kitty he was. Earlier this week, after we said goodbye to Spot, we started talking about the idea of adopting a new kitty. NOT because we were replacing Spot, but because the best way to honor his memory was to rescue another cat. We discussed Punki, we talked about just waiting, and then Fred said “Joe Bob! Let’s adopt Joe Bob!” I agreed, but said I wanted to wait a couple of weeks, because I wanted things to CALM DOWN around here.
But Fred is like a two year-old when he gets an idea in his head, so after work on Wednesday he went to the shelter and adopted Joe Bob. The shelter manager was VERY excited that we were adopting him. We brought him home, and he’s been in the foster kitty room ever since. He’s a little freaked out, so we’re taking it slow. He likes being petted, but he’s a little leery of the other cats. Given that he and Tommy and Sugs were good friends before he left for the pet store last year, I hope he makes friends with them again. It’ll take time, but we’ve got all the time in the world.

I’m toying with the idea of putting small pictures of all the cats in residence in the sidebar (and when the fosters move on and we get new ones, I can put new pictures over there) along with their names, so y’all won’t be so confused when I talk about the cats. I may do that this weekend – it’s definitely my goal to update the cat page, though!

Previously
2007: Stupid Mother Nature.
2006: No entry.
2005: What the hell is “California cuisine”?
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Just accept that I’m always right, why don’tcha.
2000: Like I’m going to just stand there all docile-like and let him kill me.
Like I commented over at Fred’s site, I thought for sure you would adopt Elle. She looks so much like our Ozzy that I would adopt her if we lived closer! I’m glad you have another cat, it really is the best way to honor Spot.
JOE BOB IS AN OFFICIAL MEMBER OF THE CRAZY CAT FAMILY??? HOORAY!!!!! You’re right; I think that’s a wonderful way of honoring Spot’s memory. 🙂
We can all thank Nance for Joe Bob’s presence here.
She needed some help with her new site earlier in the week, and as payment for fixing the problem I convinced her to send Robyn a guilt-laden email about us getting Joe Bob sooner. The email worked. 🙂
Joe Bob is a very pretty boy!
I’ve got a touch of the early senility going on, so bear with me, but was Mister Boogers ever the Bean at some point? I could swear you had a gray cat called the Bean–I think because he raced around like he was full o’ beans? I’m probably making all this up. It’s Mary Kate Olsen’s fault!
I know I joke a lot about having so many cats and justifying it by saying, “Well, look how many Robyn and Fred have”, but I think you guys are great for providing such a great home for your cats and taking care of so many. They all look so loved and spoiled rotten (and Joe Bob is cracking me up with the, “Wassup?!?” look on his face). And I agree…adopting another cat in need of a loving home is a great way to preserve Spot’s memory. You two are just awesome. That’s all I have to say.
My heart shall always stay true to Tommy Cullen. Once you go black and furry, you won’t go back in a hurry. (I totally just made that up! Am poetic genius!)
Stanley, the Bean, Boogers is my favorite.
Good Lord, Woman. >>; lol
Congrats on the new kitteh! He is such a purdy boy. However, I was figuring Skittles was next in line… being she is an “S” kittie and all. *snicker*
Skittles is a gorgeous cat and I covet him. My husband says we can’t have cats because they cause him to stop breathing or something. I’ll trade you? My husband for the cat?
I Love You Spanky!!!! If your momma would let me come get you, I would be there in an instant!!
Robyn – Your post is making me think we need more kitties. 3 just ain’t enough! 😉
Hey now, Miz Poo’s actual name is Scrappy!
(or am I crazy?)
I know you sometimes answer kitty questions posed in your comments (like in this entry, for example!) and I got cat troubles, baby. After wracking my brains it finally occurred to me, hey, Robyn would know!
Basically…we have an eight-year-old (orange!) kitty, Stella. Not the friendliest cat. Then two months ago we brought in a foster (ha ha), Cowbell, who is so lovely. She’s snuggly and cuddly and doesn’t mind if we pet her. Hallelujah! Only problem is…yep…Stella hates her. So much so that she hadn’t left our bedroom since Cowbell moved in, and if they so much as LOOK at one another there is shrieking and growling and the fur flies. So it’s Stella in our room, and Cowbell everywhere else.
Here’s the thing. We really really want to keep Cowbell, because she’s awesome. But will they ever get accustomed to one another? What can we do? My husband is convinced that tough love, i.e. forcing Stella out of our room, is the thing to do, but I think that’s mean. Help!
Oh, and here’s a link to a Cowbell picture, so you can view the cuteness for yourself: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jupiterooos/2235358850/in/set-72157594328513953/
Hoping your expertise can help us, if you are so inclined…..
Welcome, Joe Bob! & good going, Nance!!
You know you’ve been hanging around this place a long time when you remember reading the original entries about Miz Poo. I really need to get a life!
LisaL: You’re right, Mister Boogers was The Bean for a little while – I went and edited his story to add that!
Chrystal: You’re right! How could I forget that?! I edited it so it’s correct now. 🙂
Thanks, you guys! You know more about my cats than I do! 🙂
What’s with the skimmers that can’t keep the cat cast straight?!? 🙂 Though I have 4 cats of my own, I need more kitty pics and stories — I remembered just about everything you wrote. (Hope that’s not stalker-scary — they’re all just such cute characters!)
Joe Bob has a great expression on his face — congrats!
And we’re you calling Boog “Stumpy” for awhile? Or was that one of the names under consideration for him??
Wendy: No, you’re right – we sometimes call him Stumpy, still. MAN we have a lot of nicknames for our cats! 🙂 (I’ve edited his paragraph(s) to reflect the nickname I forgot!)
wtf! Joe Bob! Totally missed that one.
I can’t belive Sugs and Tommy are 2.5 already. Damn I’m old
Congratulations on the new addition 😀 I too thought Elleh-belleh might have been next, but I think Joe Bob will fit right in!
Does that mean that I’m a stalker? 😉
Now I wish that I actually bothered to update my page more often instead of just throwing up pictures of my kid!
The letter that begins…
“Finally we’ve noticed he’s got a hard lump on his side, pretty small, about the size of a dime (or maybe a little smaller)…”
Excellent advice.. Vet ASAP – especially if this lump does not move with the skin! We dealt with this before and it got very ugly to say the least.
Congrats on the new Kitty 🙂 I read some of the arm twisting over at Nance’s site, heh.
Miz Poo was such a beautiful baby! Not sure this allergic to cats dog lover could have said no to her either.
Ok…you are officially CRAZY CAT PEOPLE! lol
Welcome Joe Bob! I loved hearing the stories all over again. Funny thing I have been reading you since about ALL of them. I came in right after The Poo. 🙂
Re: The reader with the kitty with the lump on its side. My dear little kitty Sophie had something like that that was misdiagnosed as no big deal the first time I took her to the vet. He thought it would go away, but it didn’t. Several weeks later, I mentioned it during a long-distance phone call to a friend who happens to be a veterinarian who said, “I’d take her back to the vet, if I were you.” That time, it was diagnosed as vaccine-induced feline fibrosarcoma. I just wish it had been diagnosed properly the first time I took her so she could have gotten treatement sooner. She ended up having surgery, and eventually the fibrosarcoma killed her. That was several years ago, but at that time the vet told me they believed it might be caused by the adjuvant (i.e. the extra stuff) in the vaccine (in this case, her rabies vaccine). It usually hits cats around the age of 8 or 9, according to what I read, (she was 9) and most vets don’t vaccinate their own cats as often as they’re “supposed” to be vaccinated, in order to avoid it. I don’t know what they’ve figured out since then, if anything, but definitely take your cat to the vet as soon as you can!
Hey, have you guys seen this hilarious/cute cat/kitten video on Youtube.com?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b11R7wiaTvU
You’ll enjoy it!
Welcome Job Bob to Crooked Acres! Robyn, I love that you have so many archives about your kitties! If only I could commit to journaling as often. 😉
I wanted to mention that our house has an amazing camera that’s super-dooper cheap. We’ve had it about 6 months (and our picture count is in the 1000’s) and have been extremely pleased with the Canon SD-1000. I gush and gush about it. It takes fantastic pictures, it’s FASTFASTFAST to boot up and shoot and it all runs on SD cards so you silly software, no cords, etc. I have a portion of an entry on my journal about it or you can read more about the best camera, ever (IMO!) for $199.00 here: http://www.cnet.com/4244-5_1-0.html?query=Canon+SD1000&tag=srch&target=nw
PS: 900 of those 1000 pictures are of our (ONE) cat. He likes looking cute for us! 🙂
Welcome home Joe Bob. There is still room for Elle Belly. Since Fred got his Stinkerbelle and Joe Bob, it’s your turn to pick one out. You have the room, the time and patience for another kitty. I wish I could rescue more kitties. I have none of the advantages that you have except for the patience.
I’m glad you rescued Joe Bob quickly. Why wait – he needed a great home and you decided you were going to get him. I agree with Fred, the 2nd grader.
With all your cats, how in the world do you know who is doing what, like peeing in inappropriate places or barfing or having the diarrhea, god forbid? We found cat pee on the bed and the couch yesterday and for the life of us, cannot figure out who did it. Short of watching their every move (which is impossible), any suggestions? I suspect a vet visit is in order, but crap, we just can’t tell who is having the problem!
Oops, should have mentioned that one is a 15-yr-old male and the other is a 13-yr-old female. He’s never had a problem before but she did several years ago. They are both in overall good health but the male seems to be skinnier these days altho he eats like a pig. (Sorry, I know you aren’t a vet, but figured you might have some experience with older cats, too.)
Robyn, bless you for making me feel a tad less senile. 🙂 Srsly, I was beginning to think I’d made up the whole Bean thing!