Ferocious Attack Kitten Available

Forwarded by a friend, a ferocious attack kitten is available.

Ray of Hope

Yesterday, Billy actually went up the stairs and around the Gray Mouser (sitting on the edge of the landing) with no one threatening bodily harm.

We'll take what we can get. The Mouser still gets his private suite at night for the time being.

The Boys Are Back In Town

When I woke up this morning, I discovered two tigers on the bed at Katherine's feet. This made me smile. At the same time, all is not well in the Kitten Farm West -- the Catzilla Brothers comfortable were on the bed because we're back to quarantining the Grey Mouser at night.

Basically, we don't think the Mouser is adjusting to the boys. He's comfortable enough to defend his personal space and to visit with humans upstairs, but sharing is not on his agenda at all.

Katherine was actually traveling (again) during the scratched nose incident, but she got her own dose of Mouser vs. Catzilla Round XXXVII when within a few hours of her arrival home on Saturday when vocal expressions of pending warfare came out of the library.

This is not say that Whitey and Billy don't share some of the blame for intruding. However, they were here first, and we (and her Emilyness) taught them rules that the Mouser doesn't follow.

We're back to looking for the Mouser's original owners, and unless the Mouser adjusts to the Kitten Farm better while we search, after that we'll gently work on finding him a new home where he can be the sole lord and master.

Photo Extra: Mouser Leads with his Nose

The newest development between the Mouser and the Catzilla brothers is not good; I think was Billy who put a bloody scratch on the nose of our gray overlord. Minor, really, but it doesn't show things improving between the boys and the new arrival.



It may be time to look for a new home for the Mouser. He will not go to a shelter. We'd keep the Mouser here under supervised quarantine first, and it has yet to be even near that state of affairs. But it is a quality of life issue for all concerned, human and feline.

Leaps Tall Railing in Single Bound

I screwed up. I threw a kitty treat from over the hall railing down to the landing when Billy was at the landing end of the hall.

He leaped up to the railing ... looked down ... measured the distance ... and dove head first seven feet straight down in pursuit of the treat.

Then again, he hit, snarfed the treat, and bounded back of up the stairs for another one, so his genetics (not mention four years of practice) are not for naught.

The Dawn Patrol: TGM Edition

The Gray Mouser has decided the preferred place to sleep at night is between Katherine and me. This provides snuggles and protection from the Catzilla Brothers.

Originally, he would come to be bed minutes after me or not at all. Now however, he sees to prefer joining us (or me, for this week) in the early morning, often about 4 AM.

This didn't work well this morning, because for reasons unknown to me Whitey was camped out half way between the bed and door. And this wasn't a napping kitten -- this a wide awake sitting up Quiet Hunter.

I know all this because the audio exchange was quite emphatic. No blows were exchanged, at least.

The Mouser ended up not joining me.

Photo Extra: Flight Safety

We generally never post bear pictures (this is not a bear blog), but this does serves as an announcement that the inmates will once again be running the place for the next five days while Katherine does her annual summer trip to San Francisco.

In any case, John Harvard Bear is packed for the trip in a four point harness as about secure as you can get if you're only eight inches high.



John Harvard Bear was bought for 1994 edition of this same trip. He's mostly retired now due to wear and tear, but he always insists going on the trip that he joined us for.