12/10/10 – Crooked Acres Friday

Do you dream of kittens? What’s the percentage of orange kittens that come your way? We recently lost our noble orange tommycat and I’m jonesing for orangeness in my life! (Edited to add: another Challenger’s House foster mom, Heaven, currently has THE most gorgeous orange kittens at the moment! I’m not sure what her settings … Continue reading “12/10/10 – Crooked Acres Friday”

Do you dream of kittens?

What’s the percentage of orange kittens that come your way? We recently lost our noble orange tommycat and I’m jonesing for orangeness in my life!

(Edited to add: another Challenger’s House foster mom, Heaven, currently has THE most gorgeous orange kittens at the moment! I’m not sure what her settings are on her Facebook page, but it’s certainly worth becoming Facebook friends with her just to see those sweet kittens!)

The only time I dream of kittens is when I have fosters that aren’t doing well. The week before last, when the Brady Bunch was doing so poorly (especially Bobby and Jan), I’d go to sleep and dream that I was getting up and giving them medicine, or that I was getting up and scrubbing the floor in the foster room, or that I’d forgotten to give them their medicine. It was not particularly restful sleep, as you can imagine!

A quick check of the 32 fosters I’ve had this year shows that only 3 of them – Gavin, Garrity, and Lieu, of The Rescuees – were orange. So, 9% or thereabouts (some years it’s higher, I think 9% is probably on the low side).

But if you consider the number of strays who’ve shown up at our house and hung around – Maxi, Newt, Jake, Elwood, Roscoe, and Coltrane, the percentage is a little higher, at about 33%. Well, unless you count Lieu in that number (he showed up, but he didn’t stay), then the percentage is around 43%.

Annnnd if you consider our “permanent cats” population of 12 (if you count Coltrane, which why the holy hell would you NOT consider Coltrane, since SOMEONE has been inviting him inside more and more frequently lately), 3 1/2 of them are orange (or buff, which I consider orange enough)(the 1/2 being Spanky, who has orange on him), which gives you a percentage of about 25%.

One day I’ll probably go back and do a more exhaustive inventory of our fosters and how many of each kind of cat we’ve had (because I find it an interesting question, and I’d kind of like to know the answer), but off the top of my head, I would guess that the largest number of our fosters are brown tabbies. For sure, if you consider that we have 21 cats in the house (counting Coltrane, obv) with fosters and such, we have a current brown tabby population (if you include Bobby, Cindy, and Jan, since they have brown tabby patches) of 38%. And a black cat population of 9.5%. A gray population (if you include Reacher and Joe Bob, who is gray and white, but more gray than white) of 19%.

Y’all feel free to correct my math; my head is spinning.

You see how I can go on and on and ON about this shit?

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Hey, btw – is Fred’s site still up? I can’t get to vituperation at all.

It’s down at the moment – it’s the last site we actually host here ourselves at the house, and since we’re having internet issues (GRRR), I don’t know when it’ll be back up. He needs to switch it to the new host, is what he needs to do.

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Do you think the teenage cat is alot easier? Kittens do work best if you have dogs or other cats in the house. Do you know if it’s the same with a teenage cat? They are still young so I would think it might be.

I think – of course, take this with a grain of salt, because it really depends on the cat – that the younger a cat is, the easier s/he is to assimilate into the household. Younger cats tend to be more flexible and not quite as “I’M THE ALPHA” when brought into a new situation.

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And it’s funny you brought up the deal about cats being “lost in the crowd” – I was thinking about asking you about that for your Friday question round-up. I only have 2 cats now, but at one time had 4 and was always worried that I wasn’t giving one or the other of them the amount of attention they really deserved. You’re lucky to be able to devote ALL DAY, EVERY DAY to the attention and care of your kittehs! 🙂

I am absolutely lucky that I don’t have one of those “jobs”, and can spend my days at home worrying about whether Miz Poo looks funny or if perhaps Elwood needs more attention or, of course, pondering the color and consistency of foster kittens’ poop. My cats are pretty good about understanding the whole “squeaky wheel gets the grease” thing, and if they need attention or are feeling poorly, they find a way to let me know about it. Unfortunately, sometimes they let me know by barfing on my keyboard, but what can you do?

(Answer: you can get a wireless keyboard and put it in your desk drawer when you’re not at your desk. That’s what I did!)

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I honestly did not know Buster was your favorite bookworm!! I really would have given that to Corbie.

Corbie is my favorite looks-wise (I swear to you, I could sit and just look at him for HOURS), but personality-wise, I love Buster’s sassy ways. You’ve gotta love a drama queen! Of course, all the Bookworms are sweet, gorgeous boys and I have to admit that my favorite Bookworm changes day by day.

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I wonder if the kumquat marmalade would be good as a glaze for meat roasted in the oven? Chicken, pork…? That way it’ll melt and the texture won’t be an issue.

I didn’t even think of that – but what an awesome idea! I think I may have to try that on a pork roast this weekend. Thanks for the suggestion!

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Each time I read kumquats, I giggled just a little. Kumquats. Hee.

Someone’s in touch with her inner 12 year-old boy. 🙂

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Where did you get the pink fleece cat mat/bed? I love it!

That is a SnooZZy Kitty Blankie (small) – I have a bunch of pink ones, and one or two blue ones. The cats ADORE them, but they’re hard to find. I think I bought most of them off of eBay, but you might be able to google around and find some for $12 or so.

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OK, I know this is wrong, but I always sort of hated Jan on the Brady Bunch, and now I find myself prejudiced against a kitten because she bears that name! What the hell is the matter with me?

Aww, mean! But FUNNY – that cracked me up. Jan the kitten is much less annoying (I mean, now that she’s feeling better and not leaving poo bombs behind) than Jan the character.

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Okay, this is a brand-new one on me, and I’m ten years older than you, Robyn! I have never heard it pronounced as Mar-SEE-ya. Everyone I know who has the same name as the oldest Brady girl spells it Marcia.

Oh, and I’ve never seen the spelling “Marsha.”

And now I’m wondering… do I live in some bizarro alternate universe, or is it just a regional thing?

I think – though I can’t guarantee – that the person who originally asked the question is from New Zealand or Australia. I’ve only known of one woman who pronounced it “Mar-see-ya”, and that was here in Alabama. So I’m thinking it very well might be a non-US sort of pronunciation.

I have seen “Marsha”, but rarely.

Did I mention that Fred questioned my spelling of Marcia, and then went and GOOGLED IT after I told him that I’d spelled it correctly because he didn’t believe me? That fucker.

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Thanks for the heads up awhile back about the “Room With a View“. I managed to snag one this weekend for my kittehs for Christmas. They are going to LOVE it.

I hope everyone who wanted a Room with a View from Jeffers got one when it was half price last Saturday. Had I remembered, I would have posted something in my Friday entry as a reminder!

I ordered and received mine, too. I plan to put it in the foster room, but I’m going to polyurethane it before I (Fred) put(s) it together, to protect against the inevitable pee from a tiny kitten who doesn’t make it to the litter box in time.

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I got an update on how Jack and Percy (formerly Starsky and Hutch) are doing. Check out those adorable pictures!

Just a quick note to let you know Percy and Jack are doing great. They are a huge barrel of laughs and sweet (when they slow down enough to cuddle with them). Funny thing is that my parents came to visit and see the live action this weekend. So what happens? They slept and looked as energetic as my 8 year old, round 3 legged cat!!

For Christmas Vacation movie fans……..

Do you hear it? Its a funny squeaky sound…
You couldn’t hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant!
Shh, I hear it too…

Oh wait – – no squirrel needed. Just insert Jack and Percy in their favorite Christmas tree. It is still standing strong but not for their lack of trying! It was only a matter of time until they figured out that big green plastic tree was more than a decoration. Even better, I haven’t really discouraged their climbing/wrestling antics in order to get a great Christmas picture!

On another funny note – – Kiefer is dying for the kittens to sleep with him but he is in a bunk bed. So kitten time in the bunk has been limited and I have stood nearby so they don’t jump out.

So the other day, shortly after Kiefer was in bed, I hear him yelling. Oh god – – you would think a monster came out of the closet. Nope. Jack climbed the ladder to the bunk. all by himself! Lovely. Did I mention Jack is the wildchild!!??? So now, papaw is trying to fast woodshop an exit system on the bunk for the kittens so they won’t jump – – should they visit again while I am not around. I am sure with all the coziness of the bunk (blankets, stuffed animals, quiet) – – they will go again!

Thanks again for the update and pictures, Kiefer and Jen. It’s great to see how well those boys are adjusting! (I’m shocked that Jack is the wild child. Shocked, I say!)

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Sights from around Crooked Acres.

Jake in the kitchen, trying to decide which way to go. (Check out the calendar pic!)

Jake and Elwood, up high.

Jake and Reacher.

“Go away now, please.”

“Is it cookie time yet?”

Black pig has made himself a comfy sleeping place right in front of the trough. You never know when food’s going to show up, after all.

Uh oh, it’s a hawk!

And another one! It’s a good thing George and Gracie are on the job, am I right?

Yep, definitely a good thing. I bet those chickens feel super safe!

Pretty pretty Rock Star.

“No, dear, your toes don’t ‘look funny.’ That’s what chicken toes are supposed to look like!”

The speckled hen in the front is growing in new feathers after molting. Which is why she looks so ratty.

Pretty rooster.

George gets some water before he heads back for another nap. It’s a rough life.


I planted the cabbage, oh, three months ago? This is as big as they got. I think I should have planted them in the raised beds.

Kumquat marmalade.

Candied kumquats.

What we have recently made for the cats.

Cardboard scratcher. I followed these directions, cut up a couple of old calendar pages for the outside, and will probably never do it again. It took for-freakin-ever. The cats seem to like it well enough – they use it – but the money saved vs. the time it took to make was certainly not worth it.

Platform up high in the corner of the front room – with steps to get up there!

Up goes Jake.

And up followed Buster (before he went to his new home, obviously).

“I’ll just sit here so they can’t get back down.”

Plans include another platform opposite this one, with steps up to it as well as a walkway between the two platforms. Eventually, I expect there’ll be a walkway around the entire front room.

We’ll never be quite as neat as The Cats’ House nor as brightly colored, but I love seeing the cats’ reaction when they see that they have a new place to climb to and hang out in.

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Jumpin’ Bobby. This picture cracks me up, because he looks very frog-like.

That blanket Cindy’s reclining on has a heating pad underneath it (the cord has a protective plastic cover on it), and when I walked into the room, she couldn’t be bothered to get up to greet me. Greg was like “She’s hogging the heating pad!”

“I am wittle! And I was cold!”

Playful Bobby.

A kitten in the sun is a warm kitten, and a warm kitten is a flexible kitten, as you can see.

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It’s gotten super-cold (for Alabama) lately, and so Fred’s been convincing Coltrane to come inside for longer and longer periods of time. I suspect it won’t be long before he’s spending the night inside. I’d complain, but he’s such a good, laid-back boy when the other cats get up in his space, that there haven’t been any fights that involve him. YET.

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2008: I AM BESIDE MYSELF WITH EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2007: It’s a pisser that the things that are the least fun – cleaning, laundry – are a neverending cycle.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I want to marry you, Consumer Reports.
2003: The Bean’s nickname for today is “Stanley Rotten.”
2002: Xmas meme.
2001: And then Miz Poo SMACKS him again.
2000: No entry.
1999: I’m just saying.