Six pound, 10-ounce terrorist

Got to the veterinarians’ yesterday and found I’d have to retrieve my cat myself – barely six months old, and not weighing even seven pounds, Sis (nee Cisco) had backed down the entire tech staff. She was scared, in pain from being spayed, and was NOT coming out of her cage with all those dogs around. Revenge has claws and knows how to use them.

It didn’t help that in her reaction to the caged dogs’ presence, Sis had bared her three-inch fangs and hissed like a furious cobra. I didn’t blame anyone for not reaching their hand into her cage. (I had a few hesitant moments myself.)

But it ended well; we talked her into being a little calmer and after I carefully gathered the towel from her carrier around her tiny body, she let me pick her up gently and place her in the carrier for the trip home.

Above is her photo during breakfast this morning, when she was telling me all the details. I confess, I’ve got some (guilty) pride in her not backing down, no matter the odds or the size of her fellow patients.

You’re one tough little cookie, Sis.


A demon strikes again

Four or five of the Kibble Kids had romped off with Uncle Fred to the far perimeter of the farm, happy to be in the cool grass after a terribly hot day. The mockingbirds were diving, swooping down to try and peck them, and I was threatening the birds with a stick and equally futile words.

Sundown was approaching. Too early for owls to be hunting, and too late for hawks to be out. But just the right time, apparently, for an evil from hell to be watching and waiting a chance to snatch a five-month-old kitten. Big, brave coyote, to pick on a kitten I could still pick up in one hand.

I shouldn’t have walked back from the perimeter, thinking they’d follow me; they were having too much fun jumping, pouncing on and chasing each other. The mockingbirds kept me busy as I tried to retrieve each kitten, and Uncle Fred was outrunning or outwitting the dive bombers most of the time. I got everybody into the building in which they spend the night … and then realized Annie hadn’t come with us.

We’re all still in shock after the loss on Monday, July 27. Animals grieve too, don’t let anyone tell you they don’t. Fred hunted for Annie until dark, just as I did, and Uncle Pete kept watch all night for a tiny little all-black body to slip into the yard and curl up with her wooden pillow.

Annie Rose, you were named for your grandma, Mama Rosa, and for Annie Oakley. You were a very personable little character, with legs a bit shorter than your brothers and sisters – just like your father, Vader, from the neighboring farm. We on this side hope and pray you’re at the Rainbow Bridge together, and we expect to see you again someday. God bless, sweetheart. We love you.

Annie Rose Oakley: Feb. 25 – July 27, 2020


Kibble Kids through the roof

Know what happens when two kittens climb up on top of a wind tunnel greenhouse? They wiggle around, slip and slide and have a lot of fun until they explore under the edge of the plastic skin and kerflump!

They fall into the greenhouse on top of a tray of various items set aside for recycling at some point. The tray falls to the floor and makes a very loud BANG! The kittens, fortunately, are unharmed.

Her Bring Food couldn’t believe it when she saw the crash site. Annie Oakley and Hoss Cartwright are currently on the ‘Naughty List.’  They’re practicing looking contrite.

“Psst. Annie – that a great word for our Dishunary – kerflump.”

“We can add lotsa words, Hoss. We works at it!”

More about looking after a kitten

Found a great online source for information to help you adopt a smart, funny, happy kitten and raise it to be a fabulous cat.

It’s, a registered charity in England, Wales and Scotland. Besides the ton of information available at Kitten Knowhow, there are really heartwarming stories about some of the kittens who’ve been rescued and rehomed.

You can get emails sent to you at no cost, with advice on issues and problems from expert veterinarians.

It’s a fun site to visit. There are also many stories about the dogs and puppies they’ve rescued, treated and adopted out too – Blue Cross has been around since 1897!

Check them out – your kitten will purr for you doing so!