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So… I think I’ve mentioned that we have a LOT of little kittens. Finally old enough to give away, I’ve been putting a Free Kittens sign out on weekends.

The first weekend we had a lady show up wanting a boy grey tabby. Don’t have any grey tabbies, so she said well, color isn’t important but being male is.

So we started looking at kittens. I was positive that ALL gold (orange) cats are male, even if they have white on them…. just like calico and tortise shell cats are always female. I don’t remember where I heard this lore, but it’s WRONG. Orange cats can be girls. Lionel is a female, and so is the little Milo kitten. Sheesh! I don’t really notice unless they start getting dangly bits or all of a sudden have kittens… just not that attentive to the barn cats.

But the black and white kitten that I was sure was female… was actually a boy, so he went to a new home. Hey, he looks just like his momma, well that tuxedo cat look anyhow.

Then last weekend, I have the sign out again. I’m in the house doing something, I actually heard the knock on the door before the little dog did. I go out the door and a couple are standing there… with the gal hands full of kittens. She wanted TWO and had already picked them out She had both the calicos, which were both very cute kittens, not same Momma, so I mentioned that. Just in case one of em turns out to be a boy… but those people didn’t care what sex the cats were, because of the cuteness. I was cracking up, this gal was just GUSHING over how cute these kittens were and her hubby was rolling his eyes. They drove away with her still holding them up and looking into cute kitten faces and talking baby talk.

Now I’m down to Satin’s minions and a gold kitten with white paws. We still have four black kittens. I’m not sure if anyone will take the black ones, although I’ve always liked black cats. I don’t really care what color a cat is… the personality is what makes a cat. So I’m sitting out there tonight and one black kitten gives me this look that just reminds me of my sister Cherie so much… OMG, this cat has got the family evil eye look! So I pick it up… dang it, I’ll name it Cherie if it’s a girl… but of course it’s not. His name is Frank. And yes, even with 4 black kittens I can tell who Frank is. :) (Frank is my Dad’s name, and he’s the one we all learned the LOOK from)

I am getting a tiny kick out of calling all my black kittens Satin’s Minions. I’m sure it would tick off a former co-worker, good thing she doesn’t work there any more. I put all the black kittens into a bucket and took a photo… and said, see, I have a bucket of Ebil. Tonight I had a Satin tree, instead of a Silk tree. All the kittens were climbing the walnut tree… and yes, I spelled Satin like I wanted to. :) Not Satan… they are too cute to be evil or even ebil.

More kitten stuff… after the two calicos left last weekend, Patches decided to bring her kittens out. Patch is the one who kitten napped the little gold kitten a while back…. I was just sick, that one kitten disappeared. He wasn’t gone, he was just being held hostage. Er, SHE. Milo finally escaped, and Patch tried to take him back under the house, but I rescued him, poor kit. He was starving… had been eating food but all he’d had was milk for a few days. Patch said well, if I can’t have that one, I’ll take another. She grabbed up another kitten and took it with her, but that one escaped within about 30 min. So, she brought her kittens out a week later. They are all on the porch now, all five of them… so I’m back to TEN kittens even after giving away 5. Sheesh.

However, if anyone wants a grey kitten now… well, I’ll have one ready in a few weeks. Heh.

I’m sort of still in shock about the gold cats. I was positive that was a genetic trait that was tied to sex. Like calicos or tortiseshells. Orange meant MALE. Now I’m wondering if the thing about calicos and tortiseshells is true…. I guess I should google some info.

Oh well. It won’t matter for my naming cats anyhow. I usually decide on names without looking to see if they are girls or boys. Personality is what earns the names. Or my quirks. I have decided that all the black kittens are now named CAT names… even Frank. He gets to be Ducati Frank because my dad rode a motorcycle. The others are Catepillar, Catapult and Catatonic. Nicknames: Pillar, Pult, and Tonic. Ducati can just remain Frank, lol…. but if he purrs really loud we’ll stick with Ducati.

I think my mind has just wandered right off the planet… it’s been a long day as usual. I’m for bed…. HOPE to get some dye work done this weekend. Mowed for a few hours after work today, usually I don’t have the energy to do anything… but I want a head start on mowing because I have plans for us this weekend. We need more fun, and less work, on weekends.

hugs,
Vyx

Went to get him and couldn’t find him. :(

The dog catcher came to get him. So, it’s out of my hands now and Mom doesn’t have another doggy mouth to feed.

I was getting attached to the little punk, too. Local animal control guy keeps dogs at his house, he’s in a much better position to find the little guy a new home.

Oh well. :(

Vyx

That little dog that has barked at me when I went to feed him for the last 3 weeks… well, he finally decided to make friends with me.

Came over, and rolled over on his back at my feet. Let me rub his belly. In OUR yard. Whoops.

Guess who my new little buddy is? Braves the Momma cats to follow me around like a shadow.

So, last night I’m holding the little guy and he’s being all sweet on me and I say to Ron… well can’t we…

Ron said NO. No more dogs. We already have 4. So I had Ron take some pictures and then I sent one to my Mom… and called her on the phone to tell her she had an email.

Mom said yes, even though she’s already got 7 dogs over there. I now get to buy flea control for all the dogs, that’s what I promised if Mom could take him. That’ll mean spraying the yards, treating the dogs, and probably setting off bug bombs in Mom’s house, too. I’ll let Mom do the bombing thing, but I can do the rest (even though I can’t really afford it right now, it’s the right thing to do).

My Mom really likes little dogs, and most of the dogs there are NOT little dogs. Puppy is a huge.. er, not a St. Bernard, but a dog that looks very similar. Then Bruno, the 60 lb foxhound mix. Leia, boxer mix, Tucker, pit mix, Daisy the basset hound, Silky the chow mix… and finally the little crippled pomeranian named Foxy. Little black dog is about 9 lbs, won’t get any bigger… That’s smaller than my rat terrorist who weighs in at 13 lbs.

Anyhow. The plan is to take the little dog over there tomorrow and see how it goes. If Smitty is totally terrorized by all the big dogs I probably won’t be able to leave him there with Mom. In which case I’ll have to find him another home.

For now the little punk is hanging out here… he’ll go home later to sleep, but only if cats run him off. Parks himself on one of our chairs when we come in the house. I hate to send him to my Mom’s but only because she’s got so many dogs that aren’t HER dogs already. I know she’ll love having another little doglet. Better yet… he’s an outside dog.

Will update over the weekend… in the meantime, here is a photo of a very unhappy looking me holding little black cutie….

Hugs,
Vyx

The gal who lived across the pavement road from me moved. She has 6 kids, 2 dogs, and a bunch of chickens. Used to have a pony, goats, and rabbits, but I haven’t seen any of those for a while. She also has a cat, but probably doesn’t call him hers.

Anyhow, they all moved a bit over 2 weeks ago. Her oldest daughter came to ask if I would feed their dogs, but that they would be coming back in 2 weeks to take them.

So, I fed the dogs for 2 weeks. I had to take lots of food over, because the chickens are hungry, too. The chickens can fight the little dogs away from the food.

One little dog disappeared the first week. He was CUTE, and still a puppy. If I didn’t already have 4 dogs… but no. So I fed the other little dog, and the chickens with some dog food just to keep them from beating up the little dog.

Those people were home over the weekend. I went over to make sure they would take their dog. I was assured that they would.

They didn’t. I didn’t feed anyone yesterday, tonight the little dog comes over. I’m like dammit… that little dog doesn’t even like me. But I take some food and water over anyhow. The cat showed up too, and as usual wouldn’t let me walk away… that poor kitty showed up after one of our major thunderstorms last year, and all our YOUNG cats led him up to our porch… but the adults ran him off. He’s such a sweetie. Wants petting business more than he wants food most of the time. He’s always very grateful for foods and petting. Not one of my cats, just one that turned up and I’d be happy to keep him here if he’d stay.

I am so aggravated. I sent an email to the local city animal control guy, but we are outside city limits. The dog is adoptable, it’s small, cute and fairly young. The chickens, well… chickens should be able to find bugs and stuff to eat. Maybe the next people that live there will want some chickens. The cat probably won’t turn up if some strangers do… he’s surely adoptable though. Just not by me. I am so mad right now that if that gal turned up I’d go SMACK her. Grrr!

I know, I have unrestricted breeding of barn cats at my house… but all my cats live here and I feed them. I take care of my pets, I don’t just get a pet and then move and hope the neighbors feed it. What kind of person does that, anyhow? ARGH! Although that gal across the road DID accidently leave one of her kids one time, it wasn’t actually her, but a friend picking the kids up from school. Kids worst nightmare… the whole family is gone and you are locked out of your house.

It has been a crappy day. Work was a big mean grizzley bear and then I got home to find out that my sweet cat Tyler got run over. I’ve never seen him near the road his whole life, but I guess between me leaving for work and Ron getting home he decided to go out there. I’m gonna miss him. Sweet Tyler boy, big giant siamese colored cat, about 10 lbs of him. Lap kitty, even to the point of being a pest. I hate living near a road like this, when it endangers my pets. :(

Had to vent. Sorry if it’s all depressing stuff.

Hugs,
Vyx

Cute, huh?

Hugs,
Vyx