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I’ll give you three guesses as to where we keep the Hedgehog Food.

…and the first two guesses don’t count.

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.

Happy 11th Birthday, guys!

Jasper & Merlin - 11 Years Old

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!

Yes, I am the crazy lady who wishes her kitties a Happy Birthday on her blog.

Jasper & Merlin are NINE YEARS OLD today!

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!!

Eight Years ago!

October 2001 - Merlin & Jasper

Happy Birthday, guys!

I’m too young to have a 48-year old.

Merlin

Merlin & Jasper wait (im)patiently for their birthday treats.

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!

Eight Years ago!

October 2001

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.  :)

Not the flavor he had in mind

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.”

I’ve always wondered why it’s called FURniture…

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.

Today is Day 25 of 30 in the NaBloPoMo Challenge! A funny post to make you smile AND a completed post for Day 25? Done!

My, what a big name you have.

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Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball

Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball

Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball

Squiddy Gwiddy Itty Bitty Bitty Bitty Ball

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.

A special pocket just for her

A special pocket 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.  ;)

Because it was their idea

Claire still takes a nap in the afternoon, some days more willingly than others.  On the days that we’re really active, her nap is not only necessary, but usually comes easily.  Yesterday was no exception.  We’d had a really busy morning, which involved an hour-long-session at the local gymnastics place.  For an hour, the kids can run around with parental supervision, playing on the bouncy floor, climbing all over these really cool foam-like shapes, walking on the balance beams, swinging from a rope, and hanging like monkeys on the uneven bars.  It’s awesome.  It’s $2 for the hour.  (Every time I see the price, that quote from one of my favorite movies pops into my head.  “I want  my two dollars!”  Bonus points to the people who actually get that reference.)  :)

Then, we got to go to the Emissions Testing place to get Momma’s car tested!  It’s hard to believe that my car has reached that milestone.   (Out here, new cars are exempt until their fifth year, and then you have to do it every two years…my car is a 2004, so it’s time!)  Thankfully, it passed with flying colors, and Claire was really good during the entire process. They have it set up so that those waiting can watch the corresponding graphs for each car being tested on the computer monitors, which, I have to say, is really cool.

After lunch,  I had to do some things in my office.  Claire and Merlin were playing in her room.  Now, keep in mind, her naptime was coming up, but I wanted to wrap up one last thing before going to battle.  Then, I realized that it was very quiet in her room.  That usually is cause for alarm.  (You would think that loud and rowdy would be cause for alarm, but quiet is often worse.  Plots thicken in the quietness.  Covert operations are conducted in the quietness.  Schemes thrive in the quietness.)  So, I peeked in her room.

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Merlin and Claire Napping

Dastardly plans weren’t being enacted.  In fact, both Claire and Merlin were napping!  Had I requested she take a nap, and had I wanted Merlin to sit still with her, I’m sure I would have been met with resistance.  But, if it’s their idea?  We all win.


Merlin and Claire Napping

And for the record, as you can see, only one of them is really napping…  ;)

Happy 7th Birthday, Guys!!

My babies are SEVEN years old today!  According to Dr. Google, that is 44 years old in human years.  (They are now ten years older than me…and that’s old!)  ;)

Last year, in honor of their birthday, I wrote all about their story and how they came to live with us.

You can read about that here.

Happy Birthday, Guys!!

Love,
Momma

Monday’s Post by Merlin

So, they’re supposed to be back today. I think. Jasper keeps track of all the details around here. I’m not sure if Momma will have a chance to post today or not…so I’ll post for her. See? I can be an overachiever. Jasper’s not the only one.

Or maybe she told me to post on Monday, and I just don’t remember? We won’t tell her that part. Let’s just stay with the “Merlin can be an overachiever, too” part. ;)

That being said, I’m not sure what else there is to say. A picture would make this post an official post, so I’ll be sure to add one…and then my guest blogger duties are fulfilled.

Now I think I’ll go back to looking out the window with Jasper.  (I’m the cute black one on the left with the long monkey tail.)

Keeping a watchful eye

Anyway, I gotta run. It’s been fun!

Meow,
Merlin