omimouse: Beatirx Potter mouse with a wicker basket on her arm (Domestic)
The last month has mostly been helping Louis's mom get settled in and financially stable enough so she can start looking for a place sometime in January-ish. She'es much happier now than she was in Florida, for starters. That's mostly to do with not being alone or living in the house of her now deceased parents, I think.

Momma cat got returned to the neighbours around the 8-week mark. Kittens were litter-trained and weaned at that point, and her presence was actively hampering their interactions with the other animals in the house. Since said neighbours apparently don't believe in indoor kitties, she spent a decent part of November yowling outside any part of the house that had lights on. The kittens all but completely ignored her. We've been having to do some aggressive flea control on them. So far it's mostly contained, but I think we're gonna need to give them another flea bath shortly. This was another reason for showing Momma the door, as even flea spraying her nearly led to bleeding.

Stavan warmed up to the kittens very quickly after Momma left the house. At this point, he is absolutely thrilled to have such enthusiastic playmates. Drake is just now deigning to sniff noses, and is holding herself as being above such things as kitten games. Sadie thinks they're okay, as long as they stay out of her wet food. Princess (Louis's mom's Pomeranian) is slowly deciding that maybe they don't want to kill her and eat her after all. However, she is also firmly of the opinion that pouncing on her tail is Right Out.

Robin (white, grey, and cream calico) is a shoulder cat. And a lap cat, leg cat, small-of-your-back cat, elbow cat . . . you get the idea. She tends to curl up between my head and Louis's at night if we let her stay in the room. Her sister (dark calico) is much more feisty and active. She will, however, quite gleefully cuddle in your arms if it means getting in the way of your book or keyboard.

Okay, that's the kitty part of the update. Next post: Hormonal Birth Control and its Effects on Domesticated House Mice.
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So, [ profile] louisadkins and I headed out to do some grocery shopping. While Louis was pulling into a parking space, I noticed this little cat rubbing up against a lady that was putting her groceries away. So, when we got out of the car, I headed over to say hi.

Oh, my. Oh my, oh my, oh my. Absolutely *gorgous* little lithe black shorthair. Couldn't have been out on the street more than a day or so at most. And affectionate. I knelt down to say hi, and had a little black purring burr within seconds. I tried turning her to get a better look, and she was on my shoulder and rubbing all over me before I quite knew what was happening.

When she started licking my chin and headbutting me, I felt little claws dig into my heart and hold.

Louis smiled when I asked if we could please go back home with her. So, back into the car we got, me with a little black lady in my lap. She was calm the whole trip, and purred and kneaded my shoulders and nibbled and licked my chin and put both her paws around my neck and nuzzled into me.
[ profile] warinbear was bemused, I think, when he turned around and saw me come in with an arm ful of little black cat. I showed her the litterbox, food, and water, and then explained to Warin while I got a flea collar on her.

She's obviously not feral, and her coat is in good condition. She seems to have a bit of a cold, but she's got meat on her bones and doesn't appear to be unhealthy, or even have all that many fleas. I made sure of her gender, and she's prettty clearly female. Not even the vestiges that are left when a tom is neutered. She's such a small thing, too. She's smaller than Drake is, for those of you that have met our cats.

She's just such a gorgeous and friendly little darling that we can't think of a reason why someone would have dumped her. The parking lot was too far away from residences for her to be someone's pet, and she was just a little too frantic for human attention. That, and that parking lot seems to be a favourite place to dump unwanted animals.

We're taking her to the vet on Monday. Worst case scenario (may this remain the worse case scenario) at this point is that we'll have to find her a new home. Louis and I very much want to keep her, though. She feels like she belongs. Warin said to give him more time to think about it, and we have to check with the apartment manager. Thankfully, the manager for this complex has a cat or two of her own, so I'm hoping she'll understand.

But she's not out on the street anymore, and I'm gonna make sure that she's taken care of from now on. Pictures later, if we can get 'em.
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Blackston is in search of a new home. [ profile] catchild has the ad typed up and is getting it checked over before posting it.

She's in search of a new home because she is having problems that, while treatable, cost more to treat than we can manage. Especially since it involves perscription cat-food. So, we are seeking a new home for her where she can be loved and taken care of.

If anyone on my f-list either lives in the Middle-TN area or knows someone who does, could you please spread the word around? If anyone fits the above and is also in search of a loving kitty who will need to stay indoors and have perscription cat-food, please get in touch with me. wildstar_k_treva at
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Got to see something incredibly cute and adorable last night. The Phooka was refusing to sleep, so at about nine [ profile] catchild brought the fussy baby out to [ profile] warinbear, and asked if Poppa Bear would please work his magic. About thirty minutes later, I came back into our room to get something, and found [ profile] warinbear asleep on the bed, on his back, cradling a sleeping Phooka on his chest. [ profile] catchild and I giggled and grinned and gently woke the Bear up, since we both knew beter than to try and pry the baby out of his arms while he was still asleep. He brought her to her crib and gently laid her down. The picture that they made last night still gives me warm fuzzies.

Snowfalke went to the vet this Monday. He wasn't putting any weight at all on his rear left leg, so off to the vet he went. The vet was shocked to find that the leg wasn't broken. He does, however, have a pretty nasty infecion in that leg. She drained a pocket of blood with a needle, and gave us liquid anitibiotic to feed him at home. He's looking much beter now, and he's actually starting to join in the run and pounce games again.

I'm feeling really happy about the job Peter Jackson did with the LOTR movies right now. Bear-Cub watched the first extended DVD about three weeks ago, and the second one last week. Upon hearing that this trilogy was based on a book, her eyes got reeeally big, and she proceeded to try and find where on the shelves the books were. [ profile] louisadkins brought down his large hardcover edition (the one that contains all three books) for her to read. She is diving into it with unfettered enthusiasim. This is one proud and happy Librarian mouse right now.

I am also in search of Dutch and German tapes, CDs, and books. Bear-Cub and Puppy both have started singing along with the Rammstein CDs, and their accent is almost flawless. I want to encourage this trend. I'm already trying to remember to chatter with the Phooka in Dutch on a frequent basis. Anyone got any Muzzy stuff that they're wiling to part with? -hopeful look-

On a somewhat more grumpy note, I am also going to set aside time to educate Bear-Cub. She came home last year with the assingment of memorizing various parts of the Constitution. She asked me to help her study. After she'd finished reciting the piece she was supposed to memorize, I asked her, "Good. Now, tell me what it means. Her response boiled down to, "I don't have to know what it means, I just have to memorize it!"

Insert lots of shuddering and twitching, and several muffled screams. If the school has not educated her on the meaning Constitution by summer break, then I will. I have also been having lovely little history conversations with her. In general, I am trying to help her avoid falling into the one viewpoint only trap that so many American Social Studies textbooks contain.

My contribution to democracy: Education of the young.

Owie, Owie

Dec. 6th, 2003 08:40 pm
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Stavan was on top of the TV about 45 minutes ago. This is a place that the cats are not allowed to be. He was also sitting on top of [ profile] louisadkins's MP3 player, which is currently on top of the TV so as to be out of baby reach.

I hauled him off of the TV by the scruff of his neck, and proceded to administer standard kitty discipline for our house: Swat the nose and hiss. He put his claws through my silk shirt, bra, and upper half of my left breast. Punctures.

I am proud of myself. I neither dropped him nor threw him across the room. Instead, I carried him (still scruffing him) over to the kitchen sink, and held him in it. Warin liberally applied water to his face. Considering how cold it is outside, and as an added deterrent, I kept hold of him until he was sufficiently dry to safely let go of. He's curled up under the card table in the living room right now, indignantly grooming himself.

With where they were located,I needed Warin's help with the punctures. Simple procedure, right? You scrub the punctures with a washcloth to get any grit out, and then apply HP to them. Warin almost had to hold me down while he was scrubbing, and I discovered that the punctures were much deeper than I thought they were when he applied the HP. It felt like he was applying a brand to my breast. On the positive side, Bear-Cub (our ten year old girl) was watching the proceedings. She and the Puppy (our six old girl) have been having problems with proper treatment of the cats of late. She, in fact, had been spoken to earlier this evening about not putting the kittens into plastic bags.

Her eyes got really big when I broke off talking to her father mid-word to snarl-yell when he applied the HP. I hope she now has an idea of just how badly any of our felines can damage a person if they feel they have a reason to. Hopefully this will inspire better treatment of the cats.

And Stavan is sort of wriggling up to me, purring and patheti-mewing apologetically.
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Or, Catchild botched her Will Roll )


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