For once, the ol’ trick of “If I close my eyes, they can’t see me!” really works!
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We had to put Jasper down this afternoon. He was almost 15yrs old and led a big, long kitty life. He was feisty and awesome and our very, very first baby (along with his brother, Merlin). We were convinced he’d live forever until things took a drastic turn on Thursday. 🙁 We made the decision to end his pain.
And, because if I don’t laugh, I’ll sob (some more), when they asked us if we wanted his ashes, we declined. Claire and I had already talked about it… I mean, “Where would we sprinkle them?” we asked each other, grinning through our tears… “The furnace vent? The bed? The kitchen counter?” Our vet does a paw print, and we think that’s going to be just perfect.
Needless to say, we’re a blubbering mess right now. We’re not sure how Merlin will do without his brother, as they’ve never been truly apart. And one thing’s for sure…it will be a lot quieter around here.
I wasn’t sure how this would go. Introducing a baby hedgehog into the family could go really well, or very poorly. I didn’t see much middle-ground.
Merlin & Jasper are brothers from the same litter. We adopted them as brand-new kittens, and they’ll be 12-years old this year.
Although they’re siblings, their personalities are very different.
Merlin (the black kitty) is easy-going and really loving to family members and guests, alike. He will let a little kid carry him around by whatever body part they prefer. (We try to stop that before it happens, but he’s never acted out toward anyone, even if they’ve deserved it.) Also, he’s just not the sharpest crayon in the box.
Jasper (gray, black, and white tabby), on the other hand, is an intelligent master-mind who is always plotting something. He’s our protector and lets me know when things are just not right. Although he despises guests, he will not run and hide. He tricks them by pretending that he wants to be petted and will then turn on them without warning for trying to do so. He’s the one in charge.
So, how did they take to Henry?
They have adjusted wonderfully! They have yet to puff up or act aggressively at ALL. (Knock on wood!!) They’re mildly curious and slightly intrigued, but frankly, more interested in the fact that HE gets kitten food, and they don’t.
…and as you can see in the above photo, they’ve figured out where I keep it.
Not to be overshadowed by The First Day of School… It’s Merlin & Jasper’s Birthday! I can’t believe our first babies are ELEVEN.
Happy Birthday, guys!
I can’t believe my first babies are almost a decade old!
It seems like yesterday we were bringing them home. (We had to wait until they were big enough to bring them home. You can read all about that here!) Look how TINY they are!!
Happy Birthday, guys!
Merlin and Jasper turn 8-years old today! It seems like yesterday we were bringing them home. (We had to wait until they were big enough to bring them home. You can read all about that here!) They were so tiny!
According to a chart online, they are the equivalent of 48-years old. Does this mean, they’ll start looking for younger kitties to date and want to ride motorcycles? I guess it’s a good thing we never let them outside. 🙂
One night, Claire was pretending to give the kitties treats. She was handing them invisible morsels. They were a bit confused but didn’t seem to mind playing along with the charade. Claire informed us that she’d created her very own concoctions: Merlin was being treated to mashed potato treats, and Jasper got to have pepperoni ones.
Daddy was focused on the laptop on the kitchen table, not really giving his full attention to what was unfolding in the kitchen.
“Here, Daddy!” she says, as she hands him what he thinks is an invisible treat. He pops it into his mouth.
“Mmmmm,” he says. “Is this one mashed potatoes or pepperoni?” proving he had been paying attention to some of the details, but what he’d failed to realize was that we’d switched gears, and she’d handed him Baby Piggy.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy! That’s Baby Piggy!” Claire screamed, obviously distraught. “We don’t eat Baby Piggy!”
Without missing a beat, Daddy opened his mouth and Baby Piggy plopped out onto the palm of his hand.
“It’s okay, Claire,” he said, pretending to wipe the slobbers off of the poor unsuspecting imaginary little creature. “Baby Piggy is fine. She just went for a ride in my mouth!”
“That’s not a good idea, Daddy! That’s not a good idea!” she screams, grabbing Baby Piggy and holding her close to her chest.
“Claire,” I said, trying not to lose my composure. “It’s probably best if you don’t hand Daddy anything around dinner-time…especially if he’s hungry and not really paying attention.”
One of our friends forwarded us a funny email. This makes me laugh, so I decided to share!
Honestly, I haven’t fielded many complaints about our pets, but if we ever have to, here is a handy list. 😉
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don’t.
2. If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That’s why they call it ‘fur’niture..)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons who are
short, hairy, walk on all fours and don’t speak clearly.
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This fluffy little blue ball is Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball. She came home on an art project on Monday from Claire’s Young Preschoolers Class.
That night, Merlin took a liking to Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball and rescued her from the paper pumpkin where she was adorned and batted her into Claire’s room.
That’s where Claire found her.
And named her.
And, she didn’t get a short, easy-to-type name. Noooooo…that would be too easy. 😉
And, if you don’t get her full name said correctly the first time, you will be corrected by Claire. Needless to say, I’ve got it memorized.
Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball is just lucky Merlin didn’t bat her under the fridge, which is where most everything goes…eventually.
So, even though we’ve only had Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball in our charge for a few days, Claire is totally smitten. She goes everywhere with us. She’s a little harder to contain than Baby Piggy, but I’m trying my best.
Thankfully, my jeans have a special pocket designed just for her.
All this time, I thought that little pocket was for coins or something. But, come to think of it, I’ve never used that little pocket until now.
Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball went with us yesterday on a playdate, and she peeked out a couple times and even met some of Claire’s friends.
She also went to vote with us. She didn’t get a sticker. It was bigger than she is!
In fact, life is pretty interesting when you have a name bigger than you are. 😉