Okay, this all has kinda happened and they’re all very cute together when they’re awake, but, you know, it’s jarring having a wee grey tiger come running up in your face, especially if you’re a nearsighted fluff panther. Also when a puppy nearly sits on you because you match her favorite rug and you’re on her favorite rug, OMG I’ve heard so much hissing. They’re awesome, though. That window is their favorite. ALL of them.
Hey, if you think this is nightmarish, you should see her sister! Ha!
Yeah, there are two by the door this year.
The Puppy has been extremely cool with Team Tiger zipping around her head and occasionally having an opinion about her in their space…that’s her space, but they want it. She grew up with cats, after all.
Okay, so…I realize you have questions. I will attempt to answer them.
Technically he should play solids and the tabbies should play stripes.
We’re all one team.
There was, but I fixed it.
Balls can always be used to hit stuff, preferably squishy balls.
Hit myself in the eye with an entire hedge and other things for three decades.
Have no fear, they come in, or we drag them in, after sufficient toastiness is achieved.
Is this how kittens manage to not injure themselves? Maybe.
Man, if catnip could do that I’d let it grow AAAAAAALLLLLL OVER THE PLACE. (Hi, Mum!)
Yesterday was 16 years since we adopted the Ninja Twins, and I wish they still had each other (here, in this world. X-Files taught me to specify when I’m making wishes). The universe ain’t been right without the double stuff.
The Ninja Twins in 2015, enjoying some sun and nip.
Happy gotcha day, buns. Double treats for Fluffman and nip for everyone! (Except my Mum, she knows why.)
Wow, who could’ve imagined my Fluffy Son would be extra tense about adopting a single mom and her baby? I mean, he only chased her up a tree every time they met and after she had her kitten, she chased him out of his pan, away from her baby. No, he’s not the kitten’s father, but the kitten doesn’t know that, and idolizes him, which is adorable but sad because all The Fluffy One wants to do is relax at his window and go to the pan unmolested and not have to look at other cats.
Yes, this window. He was asleep and has no idea how wonderful this was.
I spray Feliway on things and was making progress sharing Churu with the grown-ups but instead of relating the vision of a tiger girl to something enjoyable, he thinks Churu means she’s around and can’t enjoy it. The kitten doesn’t understand Churu yet, which is odd but also good for the budget. Captain Mommy Tinycat is up to standing on my leg while I give her Churu, so maybe in a few years I’ll be able to hold her like I did at the vet when she was frozen in terror and just wanted to get home with her baby.
One of us was enjoying this moment way more than the other.
Speaking of which, I’m still doing a bit of fundraising over on Ko-fi to cover the gang’s vet bills and anything left over will go to the Whisker Lickins, Churu and Feliway fund, where cats can be cats who don’t hiss at each other. https://ko-fi.com/lyndan
Bonus kitten content!
Hey! Remember Uncle Papa? He remembered us, and came back to his lawn. He still doesn’t want to deal with humans beyond a passing interest in whatever repairs are going on and fistbumps for crunchies. But Babycat got a furever home and had a kitten while he was away, so when I saw him again, I held his grandkitten up to the window, and they saw each other, and absolutely no flying flips were given. But you know I couldn’t leave it at that. THEY SAW EACH OTHER. I’m sure he’s glad he’s not going to have to fight this wee tiger for chicken bits.
Well, clearly I’m coping.
(Don’t worry, The Good Sir has a place to sleep, too.)