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Welcome to your new Kitteh Storage Unit. This model is equipped to hold two (2) large, four (4) small or an unlimited number of behbeh kittehs.

Okay, okay, enough with the Cheezburger speak. (Hm. Is Cheezburger still around? It is! It looks kinda lame and click-baity though).

Wednesday is my day off. I shot this through the kitchen window today, from afar, with my phone. Fortunately, when you convert photos to black-and-white and 510 pixels wide, they ALL look like shit.

April 24, 2019 — 9:00 pm
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Muh boy in muh chair

Yesterday or today, I think.

The cats are mad with all the new mice and bunnies (and, sadly, birds) in the garden. And the warming temps. Won’t be long now before we can leave a window open and they can come and go as they please (without waking us up to go out at the crack of dawn).

Sorry for being neglectful. This is my favorite time of year and my heart isn’t in here, on the computer.

We got lambs, people. Lambs.

April 17, 2019 — 8:49 pm
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Fab four

Bit of an anticlimax to watch: they decided mama was not progressing well enough and whisked her off to the vet. An our later, four healthy kittens appeared on camera. Delivered by caesarean (one had to have a little atropine assist to get his tiny ticker going). Three tabbies and a ginger.

I recommend you hold onto the link. They’ll follow these little wigglers right up to adoption time and these babies grow fast.

This (and I’m sure many other) animal charities make serious bank via these kitten cams. And more power to them — you’ve got to buy the Friskies somehow.

I’m sure there’s a doggo equivalent, for you weird non-cat people. I couldn’t find a live puppy cam, but here’s a live cam of elderly dogs eating. For some reason.

April 4, 2019 — 8:10 pm
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Can’t talk. Busy watching feral cats give birth.

Like giving birth RIGHT NOW.

Both are pregnant. The one on the left is Nelia and she’s just gone into labor within the last couple hours. The one on the right is Serenity. This is Serenity’s box. Nelia has commandeered it, and Serenity is not happy about it.

If you hurry, you can join me and seven thousand of my pretend internet friends to see the very first kitten emerge. (Assuming there are no complications; it does seem to be taking a little long).

Fair warning: they have just switched from the above view to butt cam.

April 3, 2019 — 8:10 pm
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The most inconvenient of tails

Uncle B took this snapshot in the garden yesterday (gosh, phone cameras are getting better). My boy Boo, who is now about ten months old and the sweetest khet ever.

That tail, tho. The longest, skinniest, most inconvenient tail of them all. And there’s a white ring just before the tip, which seems an unnecessary mockery.

I feed all three beasts first thing in the morning; the kitchen floor is a minefield of lashing tails. Or one of those Russian sword dance things: step wrong at your peril.

See the snowdrops in one corner? They’ve been bursting out for a couple of weeks. It’s been very funny weather here. The sunshine says it’s Spring. The wind says, “fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”

March 11, 2019 — 10:04 pm
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The Beast

Uncle B heard the most horrible galomphing up and down the roof today. Her ran out to find…this.

I really like the full size, color version. It’s like one of those Find the Hidden Pictures thing you used to see in Highlights for Children in the dentist’s office (if that made sense to you, you are American. And old).

Can you spot: a wheelbarrow? A chicken house? A fallen tile? A sheep? A holly bush? A lavender? A fruit cage? A hop vine? The first daffodil of Spring?

And some horrible child had always drawn a circle around all the right answers in crayon.

February 13, 2019 — 8:46 pm
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Wounded warrior

No, we’re not starting 2019 off with an injury. Jack got hurt before Christmas and is very much on the mend now, thenkyewverymuch.

Something clamped down on his back leg a couple of days before Christmas. I won’t describe the wound; it was gross. The vet thought a cat or dog, but it seems an awfully big hole for a cat and there are no strange dogs in our neighborhood.

Anyway, they wanted to perform surgery on him on Christmas Eve, but I didn’t allow it. If something were to go wrong, there would be no-one to turn to for two days. Last time they put him under, he woke up trippin’.(I was going to say trippin’ balls, but that seems kind of a mean way to describe a neutering).

We took him in as soon as the office was back open, and they conceded that he was healing nicely and probably wouldn’t need the surgery after all. At any rate, I’ve spent an otherwise delightful Christmas poking antibiotics down the cat.

Happy new year, y’all. If you didn’t see London’s fireworks, they were particularly good this time. Despite attempts to politicize them by making the London Eye look like the EU flag.

Oh, you want your moment of schadenfreude? Before the fireworks, the announcer called it the “Coca Cola London Eye.”

Yup.

January 1, 2019 — 9:05 pm
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Fixed.

He probably didn’t think he needed fixing.

It was a little scary for a while. This morning, they said to expect to hear from them at 1:30. We didn’t. When we called, they said he was fine…and we could come at 5:30, and then they kept us waiting.

I suspect he didn’t come out of the anesthesia as fast as expected. When we finally saw the vet, she said something like, “the important thing is that he’s awake now.”

After Jack had his op, he was out of his head for twelve hours. Climbing the walls, crying to get out. It was awful. If they were waiting for Booboo to sober up a little, I’m all for it.

Anyway, he was wobbly for an hour, but he’s fine now. Except his pupils are the size of dinner plates and he stinks of disinfectant. Oh, and…no balls.

December 4, 2018 — 9:29 pm
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Happy T’day!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Yes indeed, we do celebrate Turkey Day in this British household, though we do it as an evening meal. It’s not much effort to get people on board with a gluttony holiday (though I never noticed until it was pointed out that we have exactly two turkey holidays and they’re a month apart).

It is also the anniversary of my arrival in this country. In fact, it is the TENTH anniversary this year.

I think Thanksgiving fell on the 23rd that year, but I count it from the holiday. I had Charlotte with me. You can’t put an animal on an airplane on a holiday, but the day before Thanksgiving isn’t a holiday in the States, and Thanksgiving isn’t a holiday in the UK, so we flew overnight and everything worked.

And here we are.

I hope you have your fill of food, family, liquor and whatever ball-centered physical activity your menfolk like to argue about.

We’re having a bottle of champagne and an old movie. And, naturally, turkey and stuffing and dinner rolls and candied yams and roast potatoes and lots and lots of it.

Blessings to you all!

November 22, 2018 — 8:49 pm
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Brothers from a different mother

Can I get a d’awwwww? I took this picture a couple of minutes ago, and it’s a first.

We coaxed Jack into the same room as the baby, finally, about a month ago.

This was all made easier because Jack is an absolute pig and kitten food is fatty and delicious. We’ve tried to keep him off the food bowl, but he’s a crafty boy. And visibly fatter.

Then came the playfighting. Poor Jack. Kitten ran him ragged. But, hey — kitten food.

This started as a playfight and turned into a mutual nap. It’s adorbs.

Charlotte is at the other end of the house.

September 24, 2018 — 9:12 pm
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