I Fear the Word is Getting Out

You know, it is bad enough when the human neighbors figure out that they can probably hand me the stray cat they find, and get me to take care of it.  But it is starting to look like the cat neighbors are starting to figure that out, too.

Sunday morning I was out refilling the supplies for the outside kitties, and I started hearing a kittie crying.  After I called out a few times, a little kitten came crawling out of one of the shelters I keep in the area, still crying for all he(?) was worth.  I looked around and couldn't see any momma cat, or even any more kittens.  He wouldn't let me catch him, so I finally left him go, rather than chase him totally out of his territory.  I left the back door open a crack, and figured he would come inside or not.

He came inside about half an hour later, and eventually found the food and water.  He set to like he hadn't seen food in a while, then hid himself away for a nap.

By Monday, he was starting to figure I wasn't going to eat him, and that cuddling with me might not be all that bad a thing after all.  Now, he is starting to turn into a lap cat, although he still hasn't been confident enough to take a nap in my lap.

I'm going to have to check around, and see if I've stolen someone's new kitten, or if he really is a feral kittie.

The current crew is not at all sure they approve, although reactions are mostly limited to grrrrrrsss and an occasional head thwopp.

Anne Bonney on the left

PS: Another, older kittie came by a couple times late Sunday and early Monday.   I've seen this cat around a few times, but she will not let me get close to her.  This kittie looks a little like the new kitten, and was crying and looking around Sunday evening when she first showed up, so that might well have been the momma cat.

I thought about showing the kitten to this cat, to see what happened.  But the kitten had hid himself away somewhere, so I just let things go as they were.  If that was the momma cat, I hope someday to be able to tell her that her kitten is safe and warm, and doing fine. 

Even macaque monkeys like kittehs

Hi.  Ozzie here again, with something somewhere between weird and great.

First off, quite a lot of you have links to the Animal Rescue site.  There is a site called Free Kibble that also donates cat food.  As a bonus, there is a trivia question for you to answer, although they donate the same amount of food whether your answer is right or wrong.

Todays question is about a kitten that was adopted by a wild macaque monkey.


Check out both Free Kibble and the kitten.  There're both worth the time.

Any one else out there who likes black cats?

Hi. This is the Food Source, stealing the Clowder's blog for a personal request.

Is any one out there interested in adopting two really friendly, really (really) black girl kitties?

I've adopted/fostered (kidnapped?) two little black cats that I suspect someone dumped in the fields across the street. They are great kitties. One is already sleeping on the bed with me, the other takes naps on my chest once or twice a night. They aren't the least bit intimidated by the rest of the Clowder.

I love black cats, and would love to keep them, but I really don't have the money to give them the vet care they need. I suspect they both need spayed. One of them has a problem with one eye. It doesn't seem to bother her, but it still needs checked out.

I really hate to upset their lives yet again, but they really do need a new, really forever home. If you are interested, please let me know. There is some more information on their Catster page.

Some good news

Maybe it is just us, but there seems to be a whole lot of bad news going around the Cat Blogosphere these days. Sick kitties, sick beans, kitties going to the Bridge.

So we're glad can contribute some good news, both for us and for a stray orange kittie.

Hobo (see picture) has a new furrever home, and so far he is taking over like he owns the place. That is the good news for him. His new home is about eighty miles away. That is the good news for us.

The story.

A month or two ago The Food Source met a friendly orange kittie at the V*T's office. He kept trying to get INTO the V*T office, so it was pretty clear he was homeless, and probably either desperate, confused, or really, really dumb! Anyway, The Food Source played with him a little, and the next time he looked out, the orange kittie was sitting in the yard outside his door.

The Food Source kept playing with him, and feeding him, and after a week or so The Food Source was able to coax this intruder into our house. Bad move, kittie!

A quick trip to the V*T, a quick snip, and this interloper was living in the utility room under the name 'Hobo'. Worse move, kittie!

We all made it clear this was not acceptable.

So this past Saturday The Food Source stuffed the interloper into a Prisoner Transport Unit and moved him to his new home, with The Food Source's brother.

The word is he is settling in fine, and already giving orders. Good move, kittie.