Annie: “Hi, Mama. Um- we’z jus wonrin’ how to write a book.”
Jamie: “I know you were born on the campus of a publishing company – whatever that is – but where do you get these ideas?”
Geronimo: “Her Bring Food” alla time talkin’ ’bout writin’ books. So we thought maybe we cud too.”
Annie: “We wants to be faymust. We think Her Bring Food help us.”
Her Bring Food: “That’s my cue to walk on. Are you kittens ready to get started on your ‘Kibble Kids Dishunary’?”
Annie: “Help us?”
Geronimo: “Wait, wait. I’ze hungree. An’ need a nap. Affer that, maybe ready to write.”
Her Bring Food: “You sound like a writer already, Geronimo.”
Kibble Kids in training:
can’t get them all in one up-close photo now.
Three weeks and two days old – but still not old enough to play with, much to Fred’s disappointment.
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 bluecross.org.uk, 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!
Mama Rosa gone long time. Her Bring Food not happy; Taller Than Us found last kittens Mama Rosa had but they not real no mor. We sad too. We miss our Mama an we never got to play wif new bruvvers/sisters.
Her Bring Food says we vary lucky tho. We have foster purrents – our Uncle Pete an Aunt Nicky. They watching out for us. Her Bring Food an Taller Than Us say they help grownup cats too. So we okay. Sad, but okay.
from Priscilla of the Kibble Kids
Dat me Priscilla in back, I’ze da pritty one wif Fred in front, grey to side an den Jammes. We much bigger now.
Mama Rosa, a lissome super-mouser tortoiseshell, has been living in the backyard tool shed since last April or May. When she became abundantly rotund, we fixed up an old ‘hut’ previous generations of cats had used as a shelter. Placed on the deck beside the kitchen door, the hut now has a small, warmly-padded cardboard box that will fit her alone and a bigger one for her and the kittens with a heating pad in it. (It’s still dropping to 28 degrees at night around here.) With plastic sheeting covering the sides and a shingled roof, the hut’s waterproof and Mama Rosa can see out to watch for intruders.
We’re not sure exactly when the kittens were born, but we found them St. Patrick’s Day inside an old carrier top in the yard, curled up in dried leaves, and carefully transported all six of them to the hut and their new box. Luckily, Mama Rosa didn’t mind them getting handled briefly by humans, and has happily settled into the bigger box where she can stretch out to feed all of them.
Beautiful colors, but gosh, they look like mice themselves. Glad that’s just temporary.