The Molestation of Basil

Having been rather sweet with the kittens for the past few days, I couldn't understand why Basil was so upset when I placed a sleepy Cutie Face into the cat tree's little "house" for a nap. Initially they snuggled up together and seemed just lovely. Adorable together, even. But I kept hearing periodic hissing and growls from Basil. He finally came flying out of the cat tree and wanted nothing to do with Cutie Face.

Then it dawned on me: Cutie face was tired and hungry.

Must have been the first time anyone has tried to suckle Basil's nipples.


Ms.B

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This one of my favorite pictures of Basil. He looks like he's been dipping into the Cat Nip a little too much.

Wishing for Friday

Normally my desire for Friday is due to a longing for weekend relaxation. Today the cause of it is a desire for Cutie Face to be off to her new home.

She's sweet.
She's adorable.
She's fluffy.
She's spunky.
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She's a fifth cat.

I think, space wise, we could keep up with five cats in the long run. But I am strongly feeling that four is going to be perfect. Basil and Gizmo are "okay" with the kittens but Fluffy doesn't want to talk about it at ALL. She took her spay surgery better than she is taking the arrival of these two little kittens. She won't even come upstairs. Her whole day consists of hiding in the basement and shooting evil glares towards us when we call her name.

I will miss Cutie Face when she's gone. Her new family BETTER be good to her. But I really wish they could have picked her up sooner. Stockton is settling in beautifully. Half the time he plays he's on his own, self-entertaining anyway. I'm ready to create a REAL routine for him and move on with everyday zoo life at the Haven. Once Stockton is confident in his surroundings and starts being able to use the "big kid" litter boxes in the basement I think Fluffy will relax a little and enjoy having a new playmate. Two new kitties is just too much for her little brain to comprehend.

She's probably plotting my doom.

Technology... Ooooh!

THIS is so freaky cool. I want one! No clue what I'd do with it, but its awesome!

The SPOOF of it is just freakin' hilarious.

Some people have too much time on their hands.

Poor Oklahoma

So perhaps if I was from Oklahoma I'd not find these photos so damn funny.

But I'm from Utah. And they are freaking hilarious. Someone is a PhotoShop Genius!

Are you Aware?

Take this test!

It's good-time-fun.

*cheese*

While surfing around the net today I found an interesting site. Apparently being able to cover your body with tattoos isn't enough for the world... you can now also tattoo your TEETH!!

Just what everyone needs: A celebrity's face in your grin!

Although the idea is rather strange to me it made me ponder who's face I'd put on my tooth... were the desire to hit me. I bet they could put my dog on a tooth. Stylin'!


Ms.B

Chillin' with my Cat

Cutie Face is NOT a fan of the camera. Stockton doesn't care about it. Basil tried to rub himself all over it (you'll notice his black tail in the right, lower part of the screen at one point. And that is Chloe, the Wiener, barking in the background.

There is something about watching a kitten at play that just tugs on the ol' heart strings.

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Note to self: It's time to re-rope the legs on our cat tree. It's looking pretty scraggly. Thank goodness the cats use it though! Otherwise our furniture would be reduced to nothing but some shredded cloth and fire wood.

The Game Needs Us

As we were leaving the grocery store this past weekend, the DH and I were approached by a friendly looking man who handed us a CD and explained that while he couldn't legally SELL it to us, he was looking for small donations and trying to spread the word about he and his cousin who are trying to catch a break in the music industry. We were amused by his story and handed over the few bucks we had on us.

Once inside our car, we inserted the disc, The Game Needs Us, into our player and for the entire drive back to the Haven we were subjected to the most pathetic rap we have ever heard in our lives.

Every other word was "Shit" , "F%$k" or something about "yo mother". I know that to have street cred, rappers have to include some potty language in their music (unless you are Will Smith). But really now, somewhere in the mix shouldn't you tell a story or convey some form of message to your listeners? We heard over half the 'album' as we were driving and the only phrase we can remember, that doesn't include the swears, is "Chillin with my duck". Whatever that means.

Quack.

Ms.B

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Woa...


Ms.B

For the best

They're heeeere.

In true dramatic fashion, Tink joined our zoo on Friday evening. She's cute. She's charming. She's laid back. She's... male. Swift action was taken and soon she he was sporting a new blue collar, complete with a tag. The name on the tag?

Stockton.

And so it is that we have a little BOY! Along for the adventure, at least temporarily, is his sister "Cutie Face". We've not bothered to give her a real name since she will be joining a new forever-family this coming Friday. I took a few pictures of her and created an adorable bio and placed them on a local Classified website. Within ten minutes I had multiple calls on her and she was claimed. I hope and pray that the nice woman who called about her follows through with her desire to have the kitty and really shows up to take her. I suppose if she flakes out on us it won't take long for a bunch more people to offer to take her a week from now. And in the mean time we are enjoying her. Loving her to bits. All without the horrific thought of over-bonding and not being able search for a home for her since we're in love. She's spoken for. She's taken. Now we can just enjoy her while she helps Tink Stockton settle into his new digs.

How fun.

Now is normally the time in our "Add to the Zoo" process where I insist that this will be the LAST addition. Since that statement always seems to jinx us horribly, I will remain silent and just PRAY that this is the case. We really do have just enough critters to love now, don't we? Four cats. Three Dogs. It's enough. Yes, yes it is.


Ms.B

Observation... again.

My mother and I are more alike than I realized.

Ever since my parents began denying my requests for the kitty, I've been venting my frustrations to the DH.

Don't they WANT a good home for their cat?

We had a cat with goopy eyes just like Tink has and we are pros and giving the medicine to fix it.

We'd give her such a great home.

She'd have so many friends here.

We already have all the supplies to care for another cat!!


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The DH was a wonderful listener and just nodded his head in agreement with me the whole time I gnashed my teeth in frustration.

Today, while talking to my mother she made all these same points as we were talking. It reminded me how alike we are. The "alikeness" is probably what makes us clash so much.

I am turning into my mother!

Insanity. Pure Insanity.

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No No NONONO!! was my parents' reply when I begged for the kitten the first time I first saw her.

You have too many animals already! Give us a grand baby instead!

Each time the DH and I have visited their home I've pointed out Tink and said "That's MY kitty." And each time they've shook their heads and rejected my begging groveling whining kind requests.

I'd sit there on the floor playing with Tink (nickname from.. I know not where), Cutie Face (because she has one) and Howler (because she does) and just dream of kittiness. I'd give my parents lots of helpful advice on the cats and just pray they'd catch on at what a great animal mommy I am. Words can't express the pride I felt when the mommy cat wanted my water-softened kitten kibble more than the sliced turkey my dad was offering her. And I helped the kittens start their weening process also, which made me happy. But still... no kitty for me! *WAAH*

Yesterday I finally resigned myself to the fact that I was likely INSANE to want another cat. After all, I was the one who was so against getting Fluffy last year. Why should I protest a third cat and then beg for a fourth? Makes no sense, right?

DH doesn't know since he's at home sound asleep, but my mother just called and gave me permission to take Tink. PROVIDED that I also take Cutie Face and help her find a good home. Heaven help us if we ended up bonding to her and can't give her up. AHH!! Five CATS? Howler, for the record will be staying with my parents. They will spay her and she and her mommy can live happily ever after, hunting the mice that keep trying to live in my daddy's shop. Wonder if she'll end up with a better name than "Howler".

My head is spinning.

Ms.B

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