A little late with the Cinco de Mayo pics…
My kitteh Beignet has a cardinal friend that flies up onto the railing of our catio and chitter chatters with him.
White powdered sugar…excellent name choice!
Bert, out front, and Ernie, checking things out from behind. They are orphans, and the idea is that they are here temporarily until I can find them a nice permanent home. The trouble is that I’m a work-at-home introvert who abhors fcebook. Who already has 5 cats. So, I gotta figure some shit out.
In the mean time, KITTENS!
Bert, posing with my Orbiting Death shirt, chilling.
Ernie gets around.
Fat Kitten Tummy!
I think that Bert might be a girl, and Ernie is probably a boy. I have a history of not getting this right, but Bert and Ernie are cute names, and why does gender matter with cats that are going to be neutered anyway?
A friend in college, Roberta, went by Bert. So there’s precedent.
Cute kitten. Matches the leggings.
If anyone gives me grief (unlikely) I’ll tell them that their government names are Roberta and Ernesto, but they go by Bert and Ernie.
And if you have them backwards, just switch the -o and the -a.
Ruby was sitting in my lap as we were sweltering in today’s heat, and I was allowing her to “clean” my chest, as I am almost as furry as her. Then she crossed the nipple.
YEEEEOOOOW. That is all.
Tongue barbs not your friend?
50 grit? Yeooow is right.
We’re temporarily keeping my spouse’s aunt’s chihuhua/Chinese crested mix, Yankee. (Who I keep wanting to call Dixie for some reason…)
So far, he hates our dogs (even our pitbull is terrified of him). He hates us. He also hates being left alone. He is just a little weird-looking wispy cloud of hate.
Wire brush?
Yesterday, I got up from my desk to pee, or get a coffee or something. When I got back, this little stinker had usurped my chair. I didn’t know Bert could jump that high. She’s quite the little acrobat.
Finding a home for these guys is going to be tough. I don’t know very many people, plus they are getting really attached to me. And, in fairness, I’m getting attached to them.
But, seven is a large number of cats for one household. 7:2 is crazy cat people territory, and the feline society is a bit on edge with the refugees.
But they are sweet, and deserve nice lives. What kind of asshole turns away orphan refugees? (I know exactly what kind… if we’re talking about people, but that’s OT.)
But one of them pissed in my battery backup under my desk.
But they are so fucking cute! And kitten pee doesn’t stink the way adult cat pee does.
I mean, look at these angelic little faces:
You’re sunk. Got bit by the cutie kitten bug.
Amazing. A well loved and cared for kitteh.
He’s a lucky boy!