Friday, September 28, 2012


I'd post more pictures but getting Henrietta Hairball, better known as Midge, to stay still long enough to get her picture taken is a challenge. Yes, she does go to sleep. But, she does it in her playpen; an upside down laundry basket so you can't see much.

She's eating out of a bowl. Drinking her kitty milk out of a bowl. She'll drink water, but so far I've had the best luck using the sink in the bathroom. She can "see" it before she sticks her nose in it and forgets to hold her breath.

She can get her basket turtle almost anywhere she wants to go. And she's discovered the back room, kitty room. Nice, big, cat proof. Room to run. And she does it very well. It's time to introduce her to the rest of the house. When the other cats aren't in. Except Bandit. Bandit basically has the attitude of "look kid, leave the tail alone and we'll get on just fine."

She reminds me of most small children, furry or otherwise. It's either full tilt or dead stop. And right now she's at dead stop for a nap.

Sunday, September 16, 2012


We're still working on it as her personality gets stronger.

Her favorite corner on the couch. You can only get to her from the front. Something about those blue eyes.

I swear this little lady gets bigger every day. Once I'm sure she's "safe" we take up the rugs in the bathroom and let her run around and go "hunting."

If I just pull a little harder maybe I can get this down. She's doubled in weight and had her first try at sold food today. I think she liked it. Now we work on the water bowl. Use the laundry basket as a "turtle" Lisa calls it. She pushes at the handholds and can really cover ground when she wants to. Came boogieing out to the floor by my chair. Got her out and she practically vaulted into the litter box. She's working on it.

Friday, September 14, 2012


I didn’t fall off the face of the earth. But, what can I say about the endless campaign season and the slow moving train wreck the Republicans are stuck with? And we’ve acquired a new member of the family.

Sis and her family came down for the Ducks game two weeks ago. While they were getting ready to hike over to the stadium big brother helped out his little brother by taking out the recycling. He came back in with a box in his hand and the announcement that he was never doing that again. In the box was a kitten. A very small, very loud kitten. Which resulted in a panic call from sis. You could hear it in the background. They have dogs. The boys live in apartments. So mom and I shrugged and told her to bring the furry package of squall over to us. About ten minutes later she arrived with an absolutely tiny ball of royally PO’d fur. I had spotted milk replacement at Fred’s so. Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to Fred’s I go. In the meantime the kitten was screaming it’s little head off.

Luckily we have a kennel that we could set up complete with hot water bottle. The original idea was to foster the little bit. Well, she (I think she’s a she) wormed her way into our hearts, This bit of fluff is one tough little lady. She’s hanging onto her life with all four paws and hanging on for dear life. 

Within a couple of days I set up a laundry hamper as a play pen. Took her two days to figure out how to get out. We’re talking a kitten I could hold in one hand and weighed in at herkin’ eight ounces. If you turn it over she manages to scoot it across the kitchen floor.

Two weeks in She’s almost doubled in size, has some idea what a litter box is for, sleeps most of the night. Today she learned that she could run. The back half doesn’t quite track with the front half all the time but that little girl can sure move. And the quilt rack we use for towels is perfect for sneak and peek.

And the foster thing/ She’s inserted herself into our hearts. And we want to see how the story turns out.