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September 16th 2012 6:52 pm
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The Mama got a good look at the supposed new cat, and she was right, it's not one of the regular blacks, and it doesn't have a clipped ear, so it hasn't been spayed. She can't say whether it's male or not, though it seems bigger than most of the other ferals. She feels a certainty now that this is the explanation of what happened to the kittens.

She can't feel that any blame attaches to this feral black; it was doing what Nature has programmed it to do. He has been coming to dinner now the past couple of days. Life goes on for the rest of the colony; I guess he's part of it now.



September 12th 2012 5:52 pm
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Gumpy's passing feels like a signal somehow to accept what we know must be true - the kittens are gone. The Mama is very heartsick about it. They were here for breakfast on Monday morning, but after that, no sign. That means they've been gone for 5 feedings. That they might miss one or two feedings is understandable; they were still nursing, after all, so the food they got from us was extra. But not to show for this long - that can't be good. We just can't imagine how something could have taken out all of them at once; and then not to be able to find any evidence of it anywhere - the Mama went looking, though she was afraid to. But there is the Little Mama coming to dinner, and no kittens with her. So sorry to have to bring this news.



September 9th 2012 6:56 am
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I know - that’s kind of a scary title! Not to worry, all kittens are accounted for, but the coyotes have moved into the area again. We’ve heard them yipping at night the past three nights or so. The first time was in the middle of the night, and the kittens had only just shown up on the porch, I think. The Mama could hardly get back to sleep for worrying about them. She was so grateful that at least she knew where we three were.

A pattern seems to have been established with the babies. They are gone during the day, the Mama’s not sure where – whether back at the barn across the road or simply hiding in the long grasses in the front “yard”. Being out in the country, there are plenty of areas not far from the house which are wild. The Papa mows paths through the brush and grasslands on the property, but doesn’t try to cut it all down. Day before yesterday, the Mama saw two of the kittens playing at tree climbing. She was amazed at how dexterous they were at only 7 weeks old! It made her feel better knowing that they have this defense perfected.

When the usual dinner time rolls around – somewhere around 6 or 7 PM, the adults, including Little Mama, start to show up, but no kittens. I should add at this point that the Mama is observing a drop off of attendance of the regulars. She’s not sure why, whether it’s because of the coyotes scaring them off or if it’s because of the new babies coming to the porch. She suspects it’s more the babies, because she remembers this happened when they first introduced Socks to the porch. The regulars disappeared for awhile, but eventually all came back, and it was as if Socks had always been there.

Once full dark has set in, the kittens come back. The Mama has been watching for them, and takes out another plate of food for them. One of the blacks and the baby Marble come running to eat with the Little Mama (who gets to enjoy a second dinner!), the others hang back and wait for the human Mama to leave. Once they’ve eaten, our Mama picks up all the food plates, including any dry kibble, so that no other creatures will come on the porch looking for it. The babies apparently retreat to the sheltered box under the tarp at one end of the porch, because in the morning, at the breakfast feed – there they are!

This morning the Mama got to stroke the two bold ones while they ate, but she left quickly so the others would come. The Little Mama doesn’t appear to mind this, and will purr and do the shaky tail thing, but still doesn’t accept petting herself. After they’ve eaten, they all disappear again.



September 5th 2012 9:28 am
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It’s official: there are 5 – count ‘em – FIVE babies of the Little Mama who showed up for food this morning on the porch! Four of them are blackies (big surprise) and one is a darker tabby who looks suspiciously like Marble! Hmmm….
We didn’t see them all eat from the food bowls, but certainly little Marble and one of the blacks had no problem with what to do with the solid food, including the kibble. The Mama is oohing and ahhing about them all – you’d think they were HER children instead of a bunch of new mouths to feed – hmmph! Only a matter of time, she’ll have them fawning all over her in the sickening way that Seven and Socks do – really, have they no cat instincts of self respect??? (I only do it when no one is watching…)
Little Mama and baby Spot

Baby Marble meets Becca

Baby Marble headed for the food bowl

Little Mama and two of her babies



September 1st 2012 4:47 am
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We were kinda tickled to read about this new cat Seamus. Must ask him if he has a similar aversion/attraction to personal favorite! No tomato is safe with me around...



August 27th 2012 7:04 am
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We fairly recently met a cat named Zeus who's an unofficial, but REAL service cat for his Mama. Right now his Mama is pretty sick, and needs purrs. And Zeus needs purrs, too, since he's separated from her while she's hooked up to the IV. :(
His diary was picked for DOTD, so you can see him there on the community page - if anyfur sees this and gets a chance, would you stop by and send some purrs?



August 20th 2012 8:52 am
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In honor of Skylar’s CAT OF THE WEEK status, Zachery Kolohe Rider has started a new tag game called: "Who are you really?" Answer with your alter ego or as yourself.

The questions are below - just copy and paste. And tag 5 kits to play along. For you who may not be familiar with doing the links, don’t worry about it; just add the names, but don’t forget to p-mail your taggees to let them know.
Oh, and anybody else who wants to play, go ahead, tagged or not! Let the games begin!

1) Tell me your funny Christmas story.

Well, Sleeper already told the story of the sledding party – that was great fun! Other than that, did I mention that we actually live with Santa Claus?

2) Where's your favorite hiding place when playing hide and go seek?

Usually behind the TV, but there’s another more secret spot that no one knows. The Mama can’t figure out where I am after she’s checked behind the TV and still can’t find me!

3) What did you dream of being as a young kit?

A stage magician: The Amazing Samhainini!

4) What's your favorite hobby? Anything goes.

That would be walking on our leashes!

5) What’s your one "bad habit" that you love and your Mom hates?

Jumping on the kitchen counter, most definitely!!! There are no pics available, because I’m never up there long enough – hehehe…

6) If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?

To see my sweet Siddji at the palace in Katni: me and Siddhartha at the temple

7) What is your guilty pleasure? Food, skirts and suits or cars? What?

Probably having things my own way; I’m a rather selfish creature! MOL!

8) What is your favorite make believe monster? And yes girls, unicorns and fairies are included. Post a pic of this mysterious beast.

Ever since I saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, I’m convinced we have hippogriffs here in Michigan. Check out this pic taken at dawn on the sledding hill above the marsh:

9) What is the one dreaded thing you have to do at home? Babysitting, taking baths, entertaining guests....what is your dread?

I don’t have any dreads! Well…aside from the hippogriff…and, well – horses in the road while the Mama’s walking me…or big trucks. And I’m not too fond of slugs…

10) I’m not so sure if Zach and Zoe are going to have coed ships this year or not, but in any case, which ship would you want to be on: Zach’s, or Zoe’s?

I’m with Capt’n Zoe on board the Blood Thirsty Princess – arrrggghh, maties!

I tag...




July 23rd 2012 10:02 am
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Monday again and it's the pawrents day off. Since there were no pressing chores to be attended to, and as the temps were supposed to go into the 90's again later, we got to walk early this morning. It was a mutual decision to go directly to the corral garden because it's a large, fenced-in area and feels safe. The Sleep and I have both had issues recently with being scared by big trucks and clip-clopping horses going past on our dirt road while we were walking in the shrubbery near by. [The Papa says: let me show you the scars! :)]

Anyhoo, it was a lovely walk for about 25 minutes, much of which was actually conducted off leash, since we, neither of us, try to run away (unless provoked as mentioned above), and it was a little less damaging to the Mama’s plants when we didn’t weed-wack things with the leash while crossing her veggie beds.

But eventually it was time to go back, and the Mama clipped my leash back on. She didn’t, however, hold tight to the end of it, and what at first seemed like a cooperative Samhain headed for the gate, turned into a wild cat, running full speed and right up the tulip tree! Yeah, right ON; I can climb with the best of them, baby!!!

The Mama was more concerned that I might strangle myself with my leash on my downward trip, so the Papa, who is considerably taller, stepped in to coax me down from the tree. This turned out to be somewhat easier than expected, and the Mama vowed that in future, she would keep in mind that I am fully aware and never truly happy to end my walk, so she’d best be on her toes for hi-jinks!

One last note - as it says above, the Mama has made a page for the ferals. We talk about them enough - they might as well have their own page!



July 13th 2012 6:55 am
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It’s definite now - Little Mama has had her kittens! Just fed her a big dish of food. Will check around the property tonight to make sure they aren’t hidden here somewhere, but pretty sure not. This makes it fairly easy to say they were born July 11th or 12th – we’ll officially call it the 11th. Now, provided they make it, we will probably see them following her to the porch in a month or two or three. More later…



July 13th 2012 5:57 am
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The whole feral scene has sunk to a new low, I must say. The possums finally moved on; I didn’t mind seeing them too much – they are so ugly, they’re cute! Really lousy table manners, though. And though it’s a little bothersome to see a dozen or more wild cats chowing down on MY porch; that’s not so bad either; some of them are even my friends now – like Socks and Seven…and Star. They even come for walks with the pawrents and us – well, not Star – she’s still as skittish as ever with them, ungrateful little minx! They’ve been feeding her now for several months, after all! Nor is it the occasional spats mostly started by that Marble Cat, little strutting tough guy banty rooster…hmmphf! Those are actually kinda fun to watch when you’re in the safety zone of the house window.

No, what’s REALLY got my goat, is the “protection” kibble the Mama shells out to those low-life banditos, those masked marauders, those freeloading, over-sized, smelly, nock-earred, paw-washing (what’s THAT about???), neighborhood strong-paws who come around pushing all the ferals outta the way so they can eat MY kibble! Well, OK…it’s not the same kibble that I eat, but it comes from this house, so it’s MINE.

So what does the Mama do? She sets up a spot away from the porch for those local criminals for their OWN FEEDING STATION. And she puts scraps and KIBBLE in it!!! Hel-lo-o! You’re not supposed to feed them; they’ll come back!!! [EDITOR’S NOTE: Sound familiar, anyone?]

Anyway, she says they’re gonna come regardless – they can smell the food. This way, she keeps them off the porch while the cats are eating. When the cats are done, she picks up the leftovers. Right now this is still feasible, since there are only a couple of raccoons, and they will eat most anything, provided there’s a little kibble mixed in for flavor. It’s what may happen when the winter sets in and food becomes scarce. She doesn’t want a whole tribe of raccoons and other furs from the wildside coming! But she’ll just have to deal with that when it happens, I guess.

Oh, and one more thing: she says she may want to set them up their own water bowl, since no fur really wants to drink out of the bowl when they get finished with it!

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