I wish! Actually it’s the other way around with me running around fetching Rocco treats.
I have a team, when it comes to pens and pencils.
Cat: removes pen and/or pencil from desk or table; leaves it on the floor.
Dog: finds it on the floor and chews it into shreds.
Teamwork is dreamwork.
Some pics of Bob snoozing for the thread:
One week old today and just starting to open her eyes
And here’s Europa, the mama cat (while she was still pregnant)
You can probably guess at the story by now: Europa was brought to the shelter as a stray and the kitten nursery was full-to-bursting with moms and babies. But she was so sweet and so thin and so pregnant and needed somewhere to go and the only way I had any say in the matter was if I took her home. I thought she could have babies at any moment, but she went for two more weeks and then had five perfect kittens last Sunday. She’s a very attentive mom and so far, everyone is wiggly, nursing well, and growing steadily.
You are such a wonderful person. Thank you so much for doing so much to help the unwanted and overlooked critters in the world.
Europa probably does know that her world has changed for the better already, but if donations are needed to get that poor baby fixed when she is ready, please let me know.
Europa and her kittens are beautiful and so are you!
Bob is living the life and knows it! Never stop posting pictures-looking at him is better than meditating.
Very small kitten!
Before I noticed the last part, I thought she was looking mildly worried about your picking up her Very Small Kitten.
Instead she may only be looking a bit anxious but also hopeful about what’s next going to come for her. Will there be a pat? Will there be Food? Will there be a safe place to have kittens?-- I’m sure she has all of those now!
Thank you for taking her in.
My cat Cali managed to learn how to open the garden door, got herself out one night a while before her appointment to get snipped, and came back pregnant.
She gave birth the day before yesterday to 4 absolutely beautiful kittens, all of them truly gorgeous. Unfortunately three were stillborn / died shortly after birth; one one survived.
This is the one who made it, as well as the little marker my daughter put in the garden where we buried the others.
(The marker should say “May 5”, but well…)
On a somewhat happier note, my cat refused to occupy the box we prepared for her and her litter; she just took her baby and made herself a nest inside our wardrobe. I guess it is hers now.
Then, yesterday, while we were sitting in the dining room, the cat came there with her kitten in her mouth, put the baby on the ground in front of us, and started vocalizing like crazy. After a while she picked up her baby again and went back to the nest.
I can’t help but feel that she was “formally introducing” her kitten to us, as if to tell us “look what I have made”.
So beautiful.
Beautiful survivor!
Yes, I think Mama was introducing her kit. Did you pat them both?
And I think you now have two cats. (Two are easier than one, usually.)
Especially when one is the other’s kitten. The best pair of cats I’d ever had was Cotton and her son, Gomez.
Hmmm, that did not work, NM
My Mikko died unexpectantly last month. At 10 years old, he had a heart attack, most likely.
This is my new cat, 10 year old Spyder I got from the Animal Rescue Force last week:
Spyder has spent the time under my bed, coming out for nom-noms and to use the litter box. He is starting to meow at me (tiny sweet mews), and today he has played with Mikko’s old toys. My sweet baboos.
Sorry to hear about Mikko, but glad to see you moving forward in the best way possible.
I am so sorry! 10 years is young to lose him.
But I am glad of that; both for you and for Spyder.
He’ll come out from under the bed more often as time goes on. And it’s a good sign that it’s your bed that he’s hiding under (presuming there are other places available to him where a cat could hide; but there probably are. Cats are very good at finding hiding places.)
I agree 10 years is way to young. I was getting ready to be in another state for a few weeks, and I am really glad that if this was to happen, that it did so before I left. I think that would have been too upsetting for the people slated to take care of him.
I decided to restrict Spyder’s movements to my own bedroom and adjoining bath. I’m retired and have nowhere else to be, so I’m on top of the bed watching TV and doing computery things while he’s doing cat things underneath. I can see he is becoming more active with both me and his toys. He was traumatized by a recent earthquake NJ had that he bit his tail and had to have the tip removed in addition to losing his family of nearly 10 years. 
I can be patient for him. And I now have time to see everyone’s pets!
Poor Spyder! and lucky Spyder, who has found a good home and a patient person.
Do you mean that his family were all killed in the earthquake?! or that their home was damaged so badly that they couldn’t live there, and they couldn’t find a place to live where they could keep him?
No, for some unknown reason, they gave him up prior to the earthquake. Perhaps there was a good reason (for example, a single person who passed away), but I don’t know.
I just don’t understand this. This is the second cat I’ve had that was given up after being with a family for nearly a decade. (Sydney Hellcat was abandoned at a vet after she became hyperthyroid and the family didn’t want to deal with the expense. I guess I can understand, especially with a behavioral change that can occur with hyperthyroidism, but really I don’t understand.)