Monday, February 28, 2011

Brotherly Wonderful

A month of confinement is a bit much for two very high energy young boys. They are so happy to be free. Indeed, at this moment they are thundering in then thundering out of this room where I sit. I'm nearly as giddy as they are.

I'm one very lucky dame.

Happiness runs in a circular motion,
floating like a little boat upon the sea.
Everybody is a part of everything anyway,
You can have everything if you let yourself be.

Donovan Leitch

Sunday, February 27, 2011


Who knew I'd have new babies so fast?! I sure wasn't expecting it. But I've got 'em and there's a bit of a back story. It involves some eyeball surgery details, so be forewarned.

About six weeks ago, three darling little boy kittens arrived at the shelter, underage, ready to be fostered. They went with Cora, a wonderful foster mom who is great with the kitties.

Apparently the little dudes were carrying the virus for Upper Respiratory Infection (URI), and within a couple of weeks were back at the shelter being cared for by the vet staff. They had it bad, they did. They needed the doc to keep an eye on them.

Within about 2 weeks, one of the boys - an orange-y guy - was well enough to be neutered and adopted, so off he went. Snatched up by his new family in no time flat! So that left two, another orange tabby and his brother, all black.

Although you'd never have known by their ridiculous energy levels, these two refused to recover. They got meds daily, but still they were snotty. Pretty soon we noticed that the tabby boy's right eye was getting inflamed. Conjunctivitis is not uncommon, but this looked serious. It was swollen to the point of being shut, and even a little bloody at times. (ACK!) Despite daily treatments, the conjunctiva eventually completely closed over his little eyeball giving the appearance that it wasn't there at all. Kinda gory, huh?

Well, last Thursday the doc decided to perform surgery for him. Our shelter vet (there's only one) is so busy with incoming and outgoing animals that it's difficult for her to make the time for these things. But make the time she did.

She was able to lift the conjunctiva, make an incision and trim away what was covering eye. Lo and behold, there was an eyeball in there!

He needs ointment applied 3-4 times daily, so he and his brother came home with me for a while. They're both still being treated for URI, and they're keeping each other company running around here like a house afire!

The eye is a little "icky" looking, so I'm providing some pix that start from a distance and gradually get closer. I know some folks have delicate constitutions.

I've decided to call them Dusty and Rusty. There's another back story there that I'll tell you another day. I don't normally go into the cute rhyming name thing (despite Mason and Jason and Mamie and Jamey), but there you have it.

These boys will be returning to the shelter for adoption when they're ready. Unless of course, someone contacts me here beforehand.

H-e-e-e-r-e's Rusty!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Someone is Wide Awake. Someone Else is Not.

And yes, as alluded to yesterday, the boys have graduated and are in their loving new home. Mom, dad, 10-year-old boy, 8-year-old girl. No other pets, just four very kind and amazing people who already love the boys to bits.

As always, I'm thrilled that this family found us. But there will be an empty, lonely spot just to the right of my pillow tonight..

I think I'll make Rosie come out from under the covers and snuggle with me.

Have a happy ever after, Smileys! I couldn't possibly have loved you more. And I mean it. Don't forget to write!

UPDATE - already!

"Don't know how often you wanted updates, but here goes:
lots of naps on our laps, racing around the house checking it out, and now are pooped on the couch.....we love them!!!"

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Two Silly Girls and Just a Dash of Little Boy

You know what that collar means, don't you? It's Mason's I.D. necklace for his surgery appointment. Which was today.

Big news tomorrow!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Don't Blink! It's the Lovely and Elusive Iris LaRue

I'm rarely able to get this close to her with the camera. Jason has coaxed her out of hiding.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Here You Go, Anne! Have an Even Better Weekend!

I removed the feather toy that was hanging from that little chain. Franny found it much too annoying when she was trying to nap on the mezzanine.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

It's Like Bunk Beds Only Without the Bunk Beds

If you try, you can hear them purring over the static.

Which reminds me to thank you for your tolerance on that front. Some day - a new camera.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Formal Introductions

We got a little waylaid by the Valentine's Day post. It's time you were properly introduced to the Smileys.

This is Mason.

This is Jason.

Jason on the left; Mason on the right.

They're not identical, but very close. Mason is a little darker; Jason is a little smaller and has more of a reddish tone in his coat.

We were instantly struck by how sweet these boys are the moment they arrived at the shelter. They weren't the least bit nervous and I think there's some sort of rivalry between them as to who can purr the most and the loudest. So far, it's a draw.

They're joined at the hip when they're playing and at the cheek when they sleep. They prefer to be tucked under my chin or on my shoulders when I lie down. Yes, I prefer it too.

They already make weight for surgery, they just needed to fill out a bit. So they won't be here much longer, I'm afraid.

I'd love for them to be adopted together. Speak up, peeps!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Arrivederci, Au Revoir

And so, he's on his way. Dear Allen. Doe-eyed, tender-loving, heart throb Allen. He's got that elusive something special that's difficult to identify. I don't know what it is. Some might say, "Sure. He's a cute gray tabby." But he's more than that. So much more.

Somehow it was clear even through the interwebs. There were 8 different families vying for him. Eight! And all sounded like homes where I gladly would have placed him. I wish I could have blessed them all with this little dumpling.

Very fortunately for J&J, they were not only the first to contact me about Allen, but they'd also been referred by Laura. She and husband Roger currently spoil the bejeebers out of Billy the Kitten (nee Hiram), Darby, Lenny and Cool Hands Luke (Andrew). Needless to say, a most excellent referral.

New mom and dad met with Allen and me at the shelter on Wednesday. I had a feeling beforehand that it was a done deal, but you never know until you know. Wednesday is a work day at the shelter for me, so I'd gone home on my lunch hour to gather him up and bring him back for his 4:00 meet-and-greet.

He was sound asleep when J&J arrived, so it took a little while for him to show his true self. They spent some quality time in one of our visitation rooms with Allen, his favorite pipe cleaner, and a "spin-the-ball-around" toy. After a few sleepy blinks, he showed them his special brand of charm.

Did I peek in the window a couple of times to see how it was going?? Well, of course I did! The first time he was sitting rather sleepy-droopy on his blanket, the next time he was toying with the pipe cleaner and gently head-butting his new dad. That's my boy!

It was so apparent what animal-loving folks they are. They asked all the right questions and gave all the right responses on their application. Papa J even mentioned that the last cat he had adopted was 16 years old at the time. Need I say more? I think not.

After the first day, mom writes:

"Little Allen is a charmer! He fell asleep in the car on the way home within 5 min! He wandered the apartment and hid under furniture, mewing when he wanted to be rescued.

He nuzzles us under the chin and wants more than anything to be my kitty scarf. He seems happy as a clam--racing around, coming when I call him, and purring up at storm. "

He also had a bit of litter box "confusion" which I won't go into here, but today mom writes:

"Last night went way better! He found a place to sleep by my pillow. The litter box meets with his approval now. He is eating like crazy! Lots of purrs and racing around and snuggling.

We decided to name him Kai--short for coyote because the little guy was found alone. I read his medical history in detail and cried. Poor thing. I thank you and the person who found him under the house. Somehow, through your care he is not neurotic, skittish or cold. He's a totally well-adjusted kitty because you loved him right."

I would normally have edited her last comments a bit so as not to blow my own horn, but I wanted you to know that I sit here with happy tears in my eyes and now you also know why.

I know we'll be hearing from Kai in the future. I have not a shred of doubt that he found the home he was meant to have. And so we'll be patient and content in the knowledge that we'll have..

The Smiley Brothers!!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Take a Good, Long Look

Burn him into your memory. I'm afraid there may not be many more opportunities.

Oh boy, am I ever in love.

Monday, February 7, 2011

I Double Dare You

Try to find a kitten cuter than Allen. Go ahead.

Tiny ears. Tiny feet. Gi-huge-ic belly. Nothing cuter. No way.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wait a Minute! That's Crazy Talk!

Allen is already well past surgery weight and is scheduled to do the deed on Monday! I just assumed - silly me - that what with his "issues" issue that I'd have him for a while yet. But n-o-o-o! He made up his mind to stop that silly sickly nonsense and pack on an abundance of ounces. Ten in 8 days. That might be some kind of record, methinks.

So I guess I don't get to keep him much longer. Someone is going to scoop him up quicker than quick, I just know it.

No inquiries yet, but you'd better be quick about it. This rotund little kitten with the very round face and precious little ears and feet won't stick around long. Dang it all, anyway. I'd better get my lovin's in before time runs out.

"Here kitty kitty! Come here little guy!"