Hims a little sweetie. Cheese lovin', head boopin', toilet paper sheddin', wonder kitten. I took a photo of he & the Old Man, Texi, together... I forget how little he actually is in comparison. Tex is huge!
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Kittens!! Updates, feel good pics, and the random wonderfuls that come with my new baby: Little Thor.
In happy kitty memory of his litter mates: Little Loki & Little Hestia.
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This little beastie here!!! He's been on one hell of a kick lately. After the coffee table incidents, yes there were several, the photos I posted were AFTER he got into it twice and found his brush. I'd moved the brush by that time, he kept going in and digging his little paw around looking for it, I ended up sticking a piece of paper in the corner so the drawer is tight. We've been playing the "no get down! stay away from the tv!" game all week. I've moved the scratchy post so he stops going for the corner of the chair. He was being all sweet kitty the other day....and then last night happens.
I'm in the living room, it's around 8:30-9ish...I hear this massive crash/shatter from the kitchen. He loves the top of the fridge so my first thought was that he finally sent one of the breakable from up there to the floor. Nope. We have this little 3/4 shelf bookshelf in the dining area (big eat in combo kitchen/dining). On the top sits an air purifier and an X-shaped wine bottle and glass rack. They take up the whole thing now, so there's little room for his long chubby butt to be up there to begin with. Well he tried apparently. I had 3 wine glasses out of 4 hanging on the rack and an unopened bottle of wine just for pretty. Yeah. Bottle and rack are OK, glasses--not so much. Two of them were from a collectors set with the wine and Miranda Lambert's newest CD....UGH.
I swear ya'll if he wasn't so cute!!!
He's so cute when he's chubby!!! He gets all comfy by the bowl and grubs, it's kind of hilarious. When he gets a belly it is usually followed by a growth spurt and he leans out and gets all sleek. He's taken to stealing Little Hoomans things from her room. He used to go after the obvious small toys or things that cats just tend to like, I find her EOS ball all over the house. These days he's far more ambitious, having started with her stuffed dog several weeks back. She has a little rug in her room that he reeeaaaches under the door to steal and lately he's been stealing the bathmat??? I don't know what that's all about. She's sacrificed several bouncy balls and a random tennis ball, but the one he really likes?? A light up rubber ball that he can barely get his teefs on! I tell ya, it's rough being a housey cat, all that toy chasin' and fridge climbin'. We tried the leash again last weekend, totally wasn't having it, outside is scary ya'll.
Him loves cheeses.
New collar, he somehow managed to knock the bell & tag off his red one & then pulled the collar itself off. He was getting a little chubby for it anyway.
He was helping mama do inventory after finals this week.... those claws tho!
Are you afraid to shower or bathe alone? Need a companion to lay in your arms as you tinkle? Terrified of closed doors? Have No Fear! Thor Is Here! A kitten so full of vigor and sweetness, never afraid to get his furs sprinkled with shower over spray, will sacrifice the tip of his tail to the bathtub God for your protection! Need an a close up kitten scan of your tooth brushing skills? He's gotcha covered! Can't hold a kitten in your arms on the pot? No worries! He'll drape gracefully across the back of your neck! Thus freeing your weird human paws up to do whatever it is that you do!
Thor. The Bathroom Crusader. Who loves the window.
Playing with my baby. He knows what the glowy thing is for & regularly knocks it out of our hands, but not before he gets his studio debut taken care of. He's a very good sniffer of everything, gotta to check it all out!
His fur is thickening up again, no more Sentry brand flea med, I guess it's the cheaper stuff & a random bath to keep him from itching. Getting that summer fight started early!
We had a round of cat baths this week, the Little Hooman and I. I'm determined to keep the fleas at bay! While this time Thor was slightly more cooperative, he was still pretty p.o.'d when I let him out of the bathroom. I love when he starts drying and his fur poofs out! (first pic is post bath)
As mentioned in the title...our sweet innocent kitty muffin has taken himself a comfort companion. Little Hooman's birthday was back in January, one of her friends got her this really soft stuffed dog. All was fine until he stole the dog from her bedroom, we assumed he was just playing with it. Uh yeah. Not so much.
Funny thing to me is....he started stealing the dog just before I had him snippy snipped, I figured it would diminish as time went on. Nope. Just as amorous after as he was before. And don't take his puppy! He doesn't get angry, but he will follow you and it wherever you go! I managed to catch a G rated pic of him just loving on his puppy.
He's huge ya'll.....he's really really not a jellybean anymore.....
As self appointed bathroom guardian, Thor makes sure the wet litter boxes don't take us each time we go in the little room.
Hoomans can't bathe or hunt properly, we need all the help we can get. As @feministxtian put it, we need poopervisors! As well as bathavisors, & TVwatchavisors... all kinds of avisors.... He even helps me brush my teefs and acts as bed quality control!
So yeah. Mardi Gras. I did NOTHING. We're usually in the thick of it at least at the very beginning of the festivities and then on the day itself...we love the Independent Parade at the end. My husband fell ill at work 2 weeks ago, this landed him in the hospital for 6 days. I still had school at least a couple of those days, the girl need ferrying to and from school and then drivers ed classes over the weekend, and then there's the business. My husband runs the family business and I work there doing everything officey. Naturally because we were not only a man down but also the decision maker down--everything had to happen right then. Annnddd my dryer died. All this on top of losing my puppy dog. I was good till about 5 days into the whole ordeal....and then I crack-cracked the second day he was home. (Thus the hangover, I partied late this year) This kitten was up my rear the whole time. Head booping me and purring and biting fingers. He's finally warmed up to the toy I got, he was actually pawing at it for me to turn it on the other day! The pic of him up against Princess....they were on Honey's lap and he buried his face in her fur to take his nap. He loooves her long furs. So..a million changes at one time but I've got my little Thor muffin to help ease the transition!
Honey is home healing & relaxing. He gave me quite a scare. What I thought was a virus, maybe the flu, was actually an infection & some quick onset diabetes. Plenty of meds & some great nurses later- he's home with his furbaby.
Thor is in Honeys lap being kitten zen. He was helping me do homework earlier. Helping as in sitting in my lap chewing on my fingers bc I obviously wasn't using them on the computer. I caved & bought a fancy cat toy with batteries & everything... He just sits & stares at it. Go figure.
I forgot to mention... In the midst of the illness craziness, I had to sign the papers to have my dog, my sweetie, put down. She developed an internal infection after the flood waters receded & we could never get it under control. Last week was a trial in every sense of the word. The last pic was the last one I took of her before she went back to the vet.
I checked him out good this morning, he's healing like a pro on the outside. I was still trying to keep him mellow but he's an active baby. He slept all night under the covers with me, woke up around 5 am to lay on my face.
He's a sweet one. Last night he was curled up with the old man & today he's happy on Little Hoomans soft Binky.
He seems to have some alopecia going on, probably a flea allergy. He's been dosed & scrubbed so we're just waiting for his fur to thicken back up. As Honey said, leave it up to us to have the special needs kids.
Our sweet not so little fuzz muffin has decided that running his fat butt up the dining room curtains after invisibles is a fabulous pastime! His neuter appointment is next Tuesday at Spaynation, I'm sure they'll spoil him.
Life is so hard being an indoor kitty.... all the things to lay around on... the fancy scratchy post to keep the tosies razor sharp....
I was cleaning out my phone the other day and found pics of the kitty we think may be Thor & Co.'s mother. She was a wild looking little doll baby when we got her. My friend found her in the engine compartment of her neighbors car and brought her to the office. After a day of phone calls and research, no shelter in town would take yet another female kitten. Thankfully she was several weeks old and weaned so we were able to feed her and tend to her. She had several marks on her and her lower lip was badly damaged from heaven only knows. We took her home as my friend is allergic to cats and had new dachshund puppies. I immediately told my daughter "don't name her! she's temporary!" Three days and some kitten snuggles later, Tee Chat, Little Cat, Sookie, Witchy Kitty, KittenKitten had made a home. My husband was enthralled with her. She had the same long graceful face and lean body that Thor has. And she had a similar sing songy meow...Thor doesn't "meow" or "mow" or "row"....he meow-wow-wow's. or brrrrwowwow, always like he's asking a question. She trilled more than anything and he trills a lot too. She never got the hang of the litter box. I'd made sure to introduce her immediately and kept it clean but she would still pee on towels. I gave up an left old towels down but then it became anything she decided she needed to potty on throughout the house. Nothing was safe. By this point she was big and fierce so outside she went. She never came back to our house to live but she has been a neighborhood kitty since. We live behind two restaurants so we have plenty of chubby random cats. When I found the babies it had been a long while since we'd spotted her.
The house theory is that she knew our home and us. So if she just couldn't take care of them, or figured our house was the best place to give birth, that's what she did. Their mama didn't come claim them that first night and never came back around that we noticed. So either she died shortly after (heaven forbid) or she just wasn't interested...either way, Thor is thriving. So I introduce KittenKitten: do you think there's a family resemblance?
Made his vet appointment! Basic shots & his little fuzzies are going bye bye at the beginning of February. In the meantime he's tromping all over everything in the house & being super slut kitten when we go to bed. Lots of head boops & wet nose kisses. And he really loves his daddy's chair!
He's just a growing and a growing. Spaynation is having a winter sale, neutering for $20! Sooooo yeah. He's gonna be singing soprano in a week or so.
Kind of reeling from having to purchase a new laptop and a camera last night. Even though I got a fabulous deal on both I still fight with buyers remorse even if it is college and career necessities. So, on that note....picture one: WOOK AT DAT WITTLE FACE!!!
and then on to the rest
He's not a jellybean anymore!!!!!
He is awfully handsome in bow ties though. All the fancy kitties wear them on new years. He passed out in our bed the other morning... with his tongue sticking out looking all cute.
I hope everyone has had a really nice holiday.
I woke up at 3:30am with a gallbladder attack. Having had one a couple months back I didn't panic I just grabbed the smart phone & the heating pad & started a 10 hour waiting game.
Thor baby stayed with me the entire time. He didn't understand why mommy was making dinosaur noises into the wet litter box so he sat in solidarity with me each time. From bedroom to living room & back... He's been right there. All is much better now but he's still close to mama on the ottoman.
Ears that say "turn the damn flash off!" And Christmas dinner of champions!
Cute rotten little mongrel. The Little Hooman left today to do her holiday visiting so we did presents with her last night. The cats have had their own bows for a while because they just steal them anyway. Naturally he was still actively involved in the opening & bow wrangling. This evening he's successfully snatched a plastic single serve cake container that was stashed for recycling.
The tree is still standing. He's slightly more wary of the Kitty Water Bottle of Doom.... but only slightly. The lights in the kitchen window on the other hand..... Well... They're still in the window... Technically.... I think he likes Yuletide.
Photos: in the tree while it's being assembled.
Just after he got out of the tub filling with water, I wasn't fast enough to get him playing in the water.
Those claws tho....
And wet little dish water foot prints on my counter top!
And finally: cattitude.
Snuggly little mongrel. We're still doing the bedtime dance.
He's a big, long, sleek pain in the butt. But he's so worth it. He wants to sleep with us at night but he doesn't settle down immediately. There has to be walking all over us & ultimately walking on any furniture knocking things about. So the routine has begun: go to bed, shut the door. Hear pathetic little mewmew & scratches. Cave at the sound, open the door to find him laid up against it purring. Grab the baby, squeeze & smooch him & say night night. Then out he goes down the hall to do cat things & we go to bed.
Oh! And he absolutely loves the picture window!
He was a holy terror this morning & landed in the bathroom in time out after crashing my purse in the kitchen. He's being all peaceful kitty in the window now.
I hope everyone is having a pleasant holiday.
I forgot to post my baby yesterday.
Just sweet fuzzy baby pictures. He's learning to cat quite well.
1 medium sized, sleek, black, extra naughty kitten. Self cleaning, needs extra pets at bedtime, likes yummy milk & ice cream flavored fingers. Also likes bouncy balls, fuzzy mice, & string.
Will absolutely sit amongst your current craft projects to ensure quality control.
Will trade for booze.
(No those quilt squares weren't strategically placed or anything. Totally wasn't taking them row by row to assemble. Mom doesn't have final deadlines coming up, it's cool.)
It's been a stressful last couple days.
We need kitten face.