Penwiper, at the tender young age of 10 and one-half years, decided the top of the dining room hutch needed inspecting yesterday. This of course was not a new journey for PW, he first made the top of the hutch when he was three years old. Seeing him up there again, as it shows PW still has his inner spider-cat. He beats Whitey's record who as I recall last did it when he was 9 or so.
Summerhill Kitten Farm
A blog for the feline overlords of the Summerhill Kitten Farm, a division of Kendra Electronic Wonderworks.
Thursday, January 14, 2021
Up, Up, and Away ...
Monday, November 9, 2020
Give Blood
Thursday, November 5, 2020
Penwiper, the Fluffy Cuddler
For the record, Penwiper is our only cat ever who trusted humans enough to be cradled on his back like a human baby and be petted there.
PW even can have his white tummy rubbed a bit, unlike say the Detweiler's now long departed Radar, who invited you to rub his tummy in order to set up his Venus Flytrap-like feline pounce. (He was FAST, too!)
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Closing the Books
I was paying other bills online, so I browsed over to the King County Pet Licensing site and, I closed out the records for Billy & Whitey.
Farewell, old friends.
Sunday, September 13, 2020
The Departed, in Pictures
We've put up raw albums of all our departed overlords:
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Catzilla Coda (all nine lives are precious)
The departure of the Catzilla Brothers left us with a number of things we have no use for in the foreseeable future. My favorite rescue organization, MEOW Cat Rescue, is closed because of COVID-19, but I asked the right people, and they took a shipment from us.
- Two jumbo litter boxes
- A box of 1 ml syringes
- Food
- KD prescription canned food (most of a case)
- Non-prescription canned food (most of a case)
- Bag of TikiCat Sticks (liquid gravy treats)
- For subcutaneous fluids
- 3 bags Ringer's lactate solution
- 10 burettes
- ~ a dozen needles
All of these items were never used. (Billy was actually put down
before the burettes ordered for him arrived.)
The gift of Billy & Whitey, our first rescue cats, to those still waiting.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Requiem for the Spider-Cat
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Whitey Asleep in My Office a few Days Ago |
A few days ago, I wrote I didn't know how Whitey was taking the passing of Billy, his littermate and life long housemate. We wonder if he was saddened by his brother's passing, for Whitey's own time comforting us was cut short today.
I rose at 7 AM this morning, a few minutes early, raked the litter box, and was feeding the younger cats by 7:35. They both finished their meals in one sitting; Oscar did not get the whim as he often does these days to finish upstairs in private. Katherine came down to feed Whitey, and we agreed to take showers and go get bagels before the heat of the day (with a projected high of 96ยบ). I headed up to take my shower while Katherine finished in the kitchen, including unpacking wet food ordered for the Catzillas.
We never made it to bagels. Katherine came in the bathroom as I was drying off, and said, "We need to take Whitey to the vet. He had a seizure."
She thought he was still breathing. I told her to get dressed, and I did the same.
When we got downstairs, he was still unconscious on the living floor. Katherine called an emergency vet, who referred her to two more. I looked up the number for Emerald City Emergency Clinic (where we had taken Billy in June) and called them. We decided to go there, and Katherine poured Whitey into a carrier. We agreed on the way in that he might not make it.
With Conv-19 restrictions, they came out to the car to take him in his carrier into the building. As soon they started to check him, they called us, and gave us the news.
With great sadness we announce that Whitey, age 16 and a half, was pronounced deceased today at ~ 9:00 AM at Emerald City Emergency Clinic in Seattle. He was predeceased by his brother Billy by four days, and is survived by his foster nephews Oscar and Penwiper.