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Kittens and Rainbows and Blood, Oh My
May. 9th, 2005 01:32 pmThis weekend I saw my first rainbow of the season. I never fail to be stunned at how vibrant they are here -- I swear I can see where the thing meets the ground, and I'm always tempted to go and stand in the beam. They're just that brilliant. In fact, it's rarer for me to see a single rainbow, because most of the time it's at least a double.
On Friday I went to Kitty City as usual, and it was pretty empty. Most/all of the rescue organizations were holding their annual mass adopt-a-thon, and so all but the most difficult-to-adopt or most-likely-to-freak-out cats were gone. April (old and cranky long-haired back), Henry (walking time bomb short-haired black and white) and calicos Strawberry and Vanilla (rescued as kittens but still semi-feral and certainly extremely shy adults) were the only four in the city. Fortunately, although double the number of those left behind last year, this lot did not try to see who could remove the greatest amount of my skin. In fact, no scratches or bites at all, thank goodness. Of course, they mostly hid the whole time as well.
Outside the city, however, were five very tiny kittens. They're guessing the furballs were 6 weeks, which is how old Thena was when I adopted her. Their eyes are open (still blue) and they have their teeth just barely. Most or all of them have extra toes, at least on their front paws. Two are gray with which socks and mittens; three are black and white, with socks and mittens as well. Someone had been giving them away for free so Jill, one of the other volunteers, had convinced them to turn the kittens over to PACA. This way they'll be fixed, get veterinary care, and hopefully not end up declawed, snake food, or mutilated by cultist wannabes.
( Blood and gore. Proceed at your own risk. )
We got a callback from our landscaper today. He's done a few yards in the neighborhood, so we figure our HOA won't have a problem with his work, especially since we're not planning on doing anything which at least one neighbor hasn't already. Our lot is so small that I don't know if it would be possible to do anything they prohibit. We may go with dwarf fruit trees, and we've pretty much given up on maples or sycamores, at least as long as we're on this lot. Bobby did mention that a Japanese maple might work if we space it just so, so I'll check them out later, as well as check and see if there are such things as dwarf sugar maples or sycamores.
The kitties are fine. Heidi is finally calming down somewhat, and has become especially fond of burrowing under the covers and playing cave kitty. Sean's newest trick is to prowl around the decorative pole in our living room, then jump about halfway up it and cling for a few seconds. I hope we are fast enough with the camera to catch it at least once. We've had a few close calls with water glasses, but we've managed to catch him every time he's had a chance to knock one over.
On Friday I went to Kitty City as usual, and it was pretty empty. Most/all of the rescue organizations were holding their annual mass adopt-a-thon, and so all but the most difficult-to-adopt or most-likely-to-freak-out cats were gone. April (old and cranky long-haired back), Henry (walking time bomb short-haired black and white) and calicos Strawberry and Vanilla (rescued as kittens but still semi-feral and certainly extremely shy adults) were the only four in the city. Fortunately, although double the number of those left behind last year, this lot did not try to see who could remove the greatest amount of my skin. In fact, no scratches or bites at all, thank goodness. Of course, they mostly hid the whole time as well.
Outside the city, however, were five very tiny kittens. They're guessing the furballs were 6 weeks, which is how old Thena was when I adopted her. Their eyes are open (still blue) and they have their teeth just barely. Most or all of them have extra toes, at least on their front paws. Two are gray with which socks and mittens; three are black and white, with socks and mittens as well. Someone had been giving them away for free so Jill, one of the other volunteers, had convinced them to turn the kittens over to PACA. This way they'll be fixed, get veterinary care, and hopefully not end up declawed, snake food, or mutilated by cultist wannabes.
( Blood and gore. Proceed at your own risk. )
We got a callback from our landscaper today. He's done a few yards in the neighborhood, so we figure our HOA won't have a problem with his work, especially since we're not planning on doing anything which at least one neighbor hasn't already. Our lot is so small that I don't know if it would be possible to do anything they prohibit. We may go with dwarf fruit trees, and we've pretty much given up on maples or sycamores, at least as long as we're on this lot. Bobby did mention that a Japanese maple might work if we space it just so, so I'll check them out later, as well as check and see if there are such things as dwarf sugar maples or sycamores.
The kitties are fine. Heidi is finally calming down somewhat, and has become especially fond of burrowing under the covers and playing cave kitty. Sean's newest trick is to prowl around the decorative pole in our living room, then jump about halfway up it and cling for a few seconds. I hope we are fast enough with the camera to catch it at least once. We've had a few close calls with water glasses, but we've managed to catch him every time he's had a chance to knock one over.
