Swirled Tabby

Samsung Galaxy Note 8  – SM-N950U  – f/2.4   1/50   6mm   ISO32 – Oct. 22, 2017
“Swirled Tabby” a Classic Brown Tabby Tomcat who is around more and more lately. He doesn’t want us to get too close, but stays on the porch alot, and eats what we give him.

Tested Once Again

My cat died less than two weeks ago. He was just 3 years old. It was shocking and still has me off-kilter.

Two days after he died, my 5 year old boy turned 6. That wasn’t fun. I tried hard, but still. It’s like you are a stuffed animal. Something takes the stuffing out of you. You’re just a skin with no filling. That’s what it feels like.

Sometimes I can forget about it now. But then I remember. So here we are, tomorrow is the Fourth of July. I have to make the day in my cat’s honor. I need to. Bang! Poof! Ahhhh! You know, fireworks..

Kittens growing up

The kittens we have are 5 1/2 weeks old just about. They are ready to be separated from their mother. Three of them will be going to someone for adoption eventually. Maybe they will take them this weekend, or the weekend after this one. (An organization that told us they would take them.)

The other two kittens are going to stay with us, pictured under “My Two Sweeties” in the photo category, the most recent picture posted here. I set them up in my bathroom this afternoon, and they are content with their own basket w/towel & kitty litter, food & water. Last I saw they were curled up nicely in the basket sleeping.

I’m keeping all the kittens well socialized. They’ve been with humans since their birth. They should do fine in growing up into being nice cats.

The next thing then is the feral mama cat, she needs to be spayed. Sometime after the kittens are away from her we can get that done, then release her again. She’s tamed down for this litter so very much, but she is getting antsy to get out of the laundry room now. She’ll be fit for bear sooner than later, I’m pretty sure.

That will be the end of this feral cat production line. Wonder how soon it will be until another one takes it’s place. Where we live, it may or may not be too long.

My Dear Cat Princess Sonia

I wrote a post on my other blog about my oldest cat dying this past weekend. Here’s the link: In Honor of Our Dear Princess Sonia.

I also sent a tweet about the event after the fact. Here’s the link: My Tweet about Princess.

She was 16 1/2 years old, and lived with us for over 16 years. She was a feral kitten that we helped to woo and catch since seeing her and her litter-mates in December 1992. I miss her terribly and words cannot explain that enough.

Rain, Rain and Spring

Today begins rather gloomy, but a warmer than colder gloomy and we can still use it. Rain. We have needed the rain for awhile, and this past week has really overdone itself in that regard. We first moved to GA in Nov. of 1996, and a year later moved into the house we now live in. We’ve been through 2 other drought times, with the first the worst, dragged out, and the next one everyone was so reactive about it, it’s been tough but overall it came down to looking at the lakes, ponds and rivers it’s evident as to conditions.

We get milk in SC from a dairy in Starr. On our way there we pass the major waterways that border GA/SC and I’m very interested to know what that will mean for our next trip (Fri. 4/01 or Sat. 4/02) — what we’ll see, or not see. I’d love to see that the brown bottom parts of the rivers are not showing anymore, docks are actually in water, and such.

All this new rain will mean that our yards are going to be overgrown with weeds very soon. It’s Springtime and greening up tremedously already before all this rain, and even moreso the last week.

Spring Sidenotes:

    Twitterpated Wildlife

  • Right now as I type I can hear Mr. Eastern Bluebird twittering in the tree outside my window. Blinds are shut so I can’t see him, but his soft & musky trilling sound is very evidently him.
  • Earlier I saw the mother cat to the ferals that are living in our backyard. Those kittens are about 6 months old now. They first were noticed with another in the litter and the mother last fall, when they were mobile but very small, living in our crawl space (vent cover had come off giving them access.) The mother stayed with them through winter, and then one kitten wasn’t around most of the time, mother either, but two kittens stayed. The mother has been coming back again more and more the last couple of weeks, and it’s very apparent, she’s expecting again. She’s a very frightened feral, but at the least will stay around humans. In any case I saw her this morning running to the crawl space access and trying to dive through fast to hide, but she sort of got stuck and had to wiggle that middle part of her through before her backend and tail disappeared.

Feral male kitten

Black Male Kitten 2

This black male feral kitten lives in our backyard. His mother showed up in 2008 with three kittens (they may have been born under our house.) She doesn’t stay here now, but comes back every so often, two kittens stayed here, and one we just haven’t seen at all, FWIW. They are still feral, but this one pictured is accepting taming by my 10-year-old girl lately.

Photo taken February 19, 2009

This photo on flickr.