food, crochet, merriment
“Dali is here one moment…
and disappears behind the curtain the next.
What are those tiny, squeeky sounds coming from the closet?! I’m gonna wait right here and see.
And now she’s back! Something fishy is going on here!
That’s it!! I’m telling on you.
“MOMMMMMM!”
Ohhh Hobbes.
Eleven days old and eyes not quite opened yet. The pictures are much more blurry than I’d like–
but we were nearly frantic to get them before Dali came and snatched the babies out of our hands. Which she is more than happy to do if they make the slightest peep.
She’s kind of a weird mom. She acts like she doesn’t trust us AT ALL.
As if we’ve ever gobbled up any of her babies before.
Sheesh.
So our quest is to hold them as much as we can without them setting off the alarm bells…
which then triggers mama, and she comes running. Seriously. One meow and it’s all over. If we don’t put it back in the box she will take it herself. It’s nuts.
Oh, yeah. We didn’t make it. Party’s over. Here comes mama.
Little nark.
Three batches of babies in one year?! Holy smokes!
I have to say…this batch of Dali’s was a bit of a surprise.
Well, ok, not like I didn’t know she was expecting…duh…but more that she was ready to have them this soon.
I thought I had a couple of weeks to think about it. In fact, I had the bedding in the laundry to make sure everything was perfect.
I did have the presence of mind to put a box in the closet so when Dali went exploring, she’d see it.
Which she did, thankfully. Five little babies in various stages of stripes and white. Sort of our M.O. over here.
Good job Dali!
Merry Christmas to us!!
Ohhhh, Dali.
Well this stately fellow is feeling a bit better these days.
A few weeks ago, he had a nasty run in with the bad side of life. Imagine this big, old, friendly kitty trotting down the sidewalk when he comes up on a man standing on the side of the street. He walks up to the guy and lets the man pet him.
Sounds innocent enough…right?
Sure, till the guy grabs him and throws him in his creepy dog-catcher pen and drives away with him!! I get a call after 2 days to find that my poor boy has been in cat jail for 48 hours!!! He’s chipped so they could have called me sooner–but they didn’t.
There had been no complaint filed. The guy just picked him up– because he could and tramatized my poor boy for two days.
When I got him back he hid in the basement till the next morning and growled and hissed at everyone for a week.
I’D like to growl at a few people right now. The nerve……..
Ok, now that THAT’s off my chest, I feel much better. But they better not do that again!!
I know the mayor.
They’ll be sorry.
I mean it.