Tag: cats

Rowr!

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Casey says, “I don’t need to be black to be a scary Halloween cat!”

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Easy chair?

Squeaky like to sit on my lap while I am guarding the lamb creep during feeding. Maggie likes to stand next to me for scratches when she’s done eating. Tonight the temptation of that soft, fluffy wool was too much. Squeaky jumped onto Maggie’s back. Maggie didn’t seem to mind. Squeaky stayed put, even when Maggie was moving around, trying to direct me to the right spots to scratch. It wasn’t until Chevy got too nosy (bottom photo) that Squeaky decided to come back to my lap.

Kitten antics

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This little girl continues to be shy around me today. I was thinking of naming her Bashful, but she’s not a dwarf. Sissy suggested Shilo, after the Neil Diamond song. Except, because she is shy, her name is Shylo! Pretty good, huh?

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Squeaky discovered that dry sheep turds rolling across the barn floor make pretty darned good cat toys.

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Trouble attacked my feet, tried to climb my legs. and got pecked by a chicken for getting all up in her face.

They kittens all played so hard they had to pause for a late morning nap. Except for Trouble. Everyone else (including Tiggy) was snuggled up to sleep, except for Trouble. She was too busy being under-foot in the feed room. When I finished with chores the other four were rested and running around for more fun. But no sign of Trouble. After a 20 minute search I found her curled up behind the grain barrel, covered with cobwebs and sound asleep.

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Heading back to the house, Casey stopped me in the driveway to remind me that she is just as cute as the kittens, even if she IS an old lady!

Getting to know the new babies

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I brought these three little girls home yesterday evening. Today I got to know them a bit and tackled the task of naming them.

I love all black cats. I inherited my first black cat, Blackie, when my Aunt died. I was a kid. Then I had a long haired black cat named Spooky. I was toying with the idea of naming this little girl for her color. However, after spending time with her today, her color is not her most distinct characteristic. She has a very high-pitched meow, reminds me of a seagull. And she talks A LOT! I have named her Squeaky.

This little girl is nothing but trouble! 20 minutes after letting the kittens out of their kennel I had to fish her out of the water tub. Got her dried off and she went right back to look at the water again. She buried herself in a hay manger, climbed up to and across the chickens’ roost, got into EVERYTHING. Her name is Trouble!

This one has got me stumped for the time being. She is very shy around me, so far. She quickly made friends with Cookie and was exploring all around the barn. I will just have to wait until I know her a little better.

Cookie was in seventh heaven, having new friends to play with!

Albert was more stand-offish, keeping out of reach of the new additions for now. But, it took him a couple days to get friendly with Cookie and now they are best buddies. I’m sure he will come around soon.

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Tiggy gave them each a sniff, ate some food, and went back to bed. He’s still not thrilled about Cookie and Albert. He doesn’t show aggression towards them, but if they get too close he runs away. My grumpy old man.

I would say I am well on my way to being a crazy old cat lady!