Meeting the parents is always a nerve wracking time in a young man’s life.
But went Dad idly gestures towards the mantelpiece and you notice a pair of pickled pods…
One of mine does that regularly and has ever since he was a little kitten. It makes him look so ridiculously goofy and braindead, that combined with his other…ah…traits, it has earned him the unkind nickname retard ;).
Apparently some cats just do that when they’re relaxed.
- Tamerlane
Actually, this one was investigating the camera. It took me three tries to get this picture, because I had my camera flash on the red-eye-reduction setting. The delay between framing the kitty, pushing the button, and the picture actually being taken was enough for the kitty to have moved in the meantime.
Ok, this picture is obviously staged, photoshopped, whatever, because it is TOO AWESOME to be real.
I had to check my blood sugar after taking that one. They are just that sickeningly cute. I posted the other (blurry, sorry) pics from that morning- the action shot is hilarious. The whole house has either tile or slick bamboo floors, so the kittahs like to hang out on that ratty door mat in order to get traction.
There’s more- when the kittens got here, they hadn’t been weaned, and ate the first can of food like starved wolves. I picked them up and laid them on my shoulder to burp them so they wouldn’t hork on the floor. Now, after each meal, they each come to me and climb my leg so that I will throw them over my shoulder and burp them. Every meal. I need to get that on video.
The gray one automatically purrs and lays on her back each time you pick her up in order to gaze into your eyes adoringly while you pet her belly. The black one kisses and pats your face with velvet paws when you greet her. Ima love them forever.
However… they both swing from curtains, dig soil out of houseplants, climb into every opened cabinet, torment the dog, steal all my ponytail holders, bread ties, and anything else they can carry off, and attack sock feet and anything that moves underneath the comforter. And they never sleep. Ima beat them.
They will make great pets for someone. Rotten, but very affectionate.
Oh, ponytail holders! When we lived in the old house, ponytail holders were for some reason considered a form of currency. I would find them in the food bowl if the food level dropped below what was considered acceptable.
I want the little grey one! Do you think she’ll fit in an envelope?
I doubt it. She is so tubby that boyfriend named her “Potato”. But send your address, and I’ll box her up, and include a few ponytail holders in order to grease the paws of your kittahs. I find the ponytail holders in food and water dishes, too- and that is the only time I can find one. I am certain that my hair has the faint essence of Purina.
I’ve been on vacation the past few days, and have seen things that happen in the daytime that I had no idea about. The blue heron says “YAWP, YAWP” to Shelby when she barks, and finds great big carp in the creek. The kittens run tandem reconnaisance missions all morning, looking for stuff to knock over, spill, or generally rearrange. Libby sits in front of the window and watches hummingbird battles, tennis match style: left, right, left, right, chatter, left, right…and so on. Shelby sits in a club chair in front of the window, and she grumbles and growls all day long at the ducks. It is the deer with fawns that have been making crop circles in the hayfield behind me- I saw them get up this morning at dawn. A red-winged black bird has been making it with a grackle. The group of young male turkey’s that live in the woods appear to be gay, as they take turns displaying and stamping for one another, and yesterday they chased a female off. I’ve got chipmunks swinging from a bird feeder, both gray and fox squirrels tearing through the fencerow, and a Cooper’s hawk glowering from the white oak. I’ll lose a mourning dove before the afternoon is over. The hummingbirds are flying around with great tufts of spider webs in their mouths; it must be time for 2nd nesting. The mockingbird’s best friend is one of the blue jays, and they hang out at the summer suet cake, and take polite turns. I haven’t turned on the television or finished a book yet- so much going on with the kittens and outside the windows I’ve done nothing constructive. I’m just 1 1/2 mile from the center of a busy, polluted city. So nice that all the wild things are thriving in spite of us.
You all are just mean!! I haven’t had a kitten around for about 12 years now. While I have loved my cats, kittens are just different. Ohhh. KITTENS!
I love fostering. So far I’ve had somewhere between fifty and sixty kittens, I’ve sort of lost count. I’ve got a notebook where I keep the lists/weights of all my foster kitties but my last batch of cuties ate some of the pages.
Here is the batch of glamore kities
heh. miss Speck is conducting much of the same general mayhem around casa scubaqueen, except she’s climbing my yuccas instead of the curtain sheers, thank god.
**any ** feet are fair game, evidently, as one of my girlfriends discovered the other night. 
it was a pretty entertaining floor show, watching her try to make it to the couch more or less unscathed.
you might try putting moderately-sized rocks in your plant pots inside the house. so far, i’ve managed to discourage all of my cats over the years from digging by doing that.
head asplodes
My kitties are grown-ups now (well, adolescents, anyway, they won’t be a year old until sometime in October) and I sometimes miss the spastic clumsiness of ittle bittle furballs roistering around the house.
Oreo (the black and white) sometimes does that tongue sticking out thing, too. Luna just drools. I’ll pick her up for cuddles and when I put her down there’s a big wet spot on my shoulder. She’s sitting on my lap right now drooling away like a leaky faucet.
Drat! SnakesCatLady beat me to it. :: pout ::
Beaucarnea, do you live near Boulder, Colorado?
My cat, Feather, is a big drooler, too. I find she drools the worst when she’s got a massive hairball - drooling equals time for meds for her.
Dog person here, but I like those pictures of kittens. I never saw a great dane with that color before. Looks like a great big dalmatian
If only cats turned into kittens, right?
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Scuba**, how is your other cat handling the kitten chaos?
Nope. I’m in the Appalachians, but if anybody is up to a challenge, we can get a Doper Kitten Relay (The 2007 DKR, natch) started in your direction. I’ll put in 150 miles to find one or both girls a home. 
Thanks! Shelby is a healthy, happy spayed blue merle that came from a black Dane father and a harlequin mother. This accidental coat color is linked to some undesirable genes (hearing and vision problems) that could be expressed in her young if she were allowed to breed. The AKC doesn’t recognize the color pattern, so you won’t see blue merles in dog shows, but a giant, splotchy blue dog does stop traffic.
That’s a pity. I have a soft spot for grey kittens and cats. They are both very adorable, finding a home won’t be difficult.
Good luck to you!
No! The little pick-pocket is mine! I already *love * her!
This might be the Cutest Picture Ever. Look at that doggie face and those kitties. AAAWWWW!