ORK: Only Kittens Now

I’m trying to resist the urge to sing, “Ding dong, the witch is dead,” because (a) Drifter’s not dead and (b) she was a bitch because of nature and being lost or abandoned so it’s not completely her fault … but, damn, I’m glad she’s gone. The expression on her face in the video linkat the end of the post is typical of how she always looked.

She successfully passed on her habit of hissing to Callie, and I figured it was only a matter of time before all the kittens jumped at me and hated my food-bringing presence. Of course, now that Drifter’s gone, 3 out of 5 cats hiss anyway when I come in the room.

I can’t care, because I do care. It’s time for socialization.

Sky, Moss, Callie and Rose (clockwise from top left)

ORK: Second (and Final) Move-In Day

They’re heeere.

Girl Girl Boy Boy (really)

June Is Bustin’ Out All Over

Or at least in terms of web links it is. Question: if blog is short for web log, can I use blinks for a collection of web links? Would it catch on? Can I be the next Al Gore?

Never mind.

Taking a break from cat posts and book reviews, here’s the sites and stories that have caught my eye in June.

ORK: First Move In

Cats! I have cats! And by “have,” I mean, cats are living in my house not that I am yet a cat owner. Yes, we all know that’s probably not far off, but I’m still firmly drawing a line between owning a cat and fostering a cat. Just let me have that.

Drifter feeling a little brave.

This morning, my neighbors were able to trap the mother cat and the grey kitten who wandered into the trap at the same time. Drifter was spayed and Smokey (it may be a temporary name) was neutered. Both mom and son are healthy. Drifter weighs in at 6 lbs and Smokey’s chart says 3. They received a flea and tick treatment and vaccines. Ears were notched so if they’re ever not owned, any one who finds them and takes them to a shelter will find out they’ve been fixed.

ORK: Operation Rescue Kitty(s) Prelude

And yes, I know ork is properly spelled with a “c.” I can’t be crazy cat lady if I know orc is spelled with a “c” and kobald with a “k.”

Anyway … I’ve mentioned on Facebook that a family of feral cats was living in my backyard. To be more accurate, they’re living under the shed in my neighbor’s yard and playing in the overgrown forsythia and pine at the corner of my property.

I spotted the mom about two or three years ago in the winter. She came to me almost right away when I called her. I didn’t see a collar, but figured I should get her inside, out of the cold, and check for other IDs. Flyers entered my mind. My dog, Eckie, did not. As soon as I carried Drifter (lost cat, drifts of snow, you get it) over the threshold, Eckie barked, the cat hissed, glimpses of chaos flashed through my mind. Drifter jumped out of my arms and out the door.