I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life *were* fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. – M. Cole
So, as I said recently, we have new additions to the family. Here are some photos of them and a few short videos. We did screw up on what sex some of the little beasties are. Since they are going to be spayed/neutered, we don’t know if it makes that much difference to change the names, and well, a lot of the time, cats just don’t give a damn what their human-given names are. 🙂 Athena is a male, and Leo is a girl. The rest of the kittens are males, so Harley, Jason and Apollo are okay names for them. We’ll probably call Leo Matilda now, taking a riff from “The Professional”. Athena is so sweet looking with that little black nose, I can’t imagine him as a tomcat, so Athena might just stick.
Jason is the stripy one. The black one is Tez (Tezcaltipoca) who isn’t sure about this whole kitten thing. Harley is off to the left.
Aggie (Agamemnon) is the big grey and white cat. The darker stripy one is Apollo, the lighter one, Matilda and the white and stripy is Harley.
This is again with Aggie, Harley, Apollo, Matilda and Athena.
Hera, aka MommaCat, is recovering from her spaying operation. Unbeknownst to us she was still in heat, though the trilling and wiggling around had stopped. That makes the operation a little more difficult but she is doing well.
We have 6 new additions. I had befriended a little kitty earlier this year. She had a lame front paw so I fed her and gave her a place to sleep. Then I saw that she was probably pregnant, but she was so tiny, I figured that she would either have one or two kittens or lose them altogether as is common for new feline mothers.
She had five.
She had them under a neighbor’s shed and then she brought them to our garden. One disappeared and ended up back at the shed. So after a couple of weeks, everyone is now caught, inside the house and being tamed. The vet said the momma cat was only around a year old and she’s only a little over 6 pounds (about 3 kilos). So we are getting her spayed because if she is such a good momma at this age, we’ll be up to our hips in kittens.
Momma cat is Hera. The white and stripes (females I think) are Athena and Harley (Harlequin due to her face that you can’t see here), the three stripey/spotty boys are Apollo, Jason ( ala the Argonauts, for being quite the explorer) and Leo. She’s in the midst of weaning them but they are about as big as her.
Hello from under Winter Storm Petra! We have about 5 inches of snow and we’re supposed to get ice on top of that.
If you’ve been following my blog, you may know that I dabble in art, specific alcohol inks. Here are two pieces. The top is a lap / bed tray (the kind with little legs) that I found at a thrift store. It was originally a pale blonde wood, which I painted black. The bottom was white melamine, a nice slick surface for the inks to flow around on. After they dried, I sealed it and then put a layer of resin on top of it for durability.
The second is a lazy susan I found on the same thrift store adventure. It is also ink and protected with resin. My one cat, Tezcatlipoca, is investigating it.
Thanks for following. This is a quick post of our tasty meal from last weekend and me with one of our new boys.
We made chicken mole last weeked. Very tasty and yep, it’s from a Martha Stewart recipe, but we like it. I have learned to make corn tortillas (with a press) and made some Yucatecan pickled onions to go with it from Rick Bayless recipe. I like a bit of acid to spark up my meals.
This is our smaller new kitty, Agamemnon aka Aggie. He is the smaller of the two. Kitty pieta. I make a very ugly and work weary Madonna. But I have the carpet ripped up and the floor finished!
I spent the new years holiday tearing apart a room in our house since I had some emotions to work out since we had to euthanize the last of our older kitties, Muffin, during the holiday break. Nothing like grief and anger to give one some excess energy. I’ll have pics of the new room at some time.
I also have been gifted a Insta-Pot (pressure cooker/other things) by relatives. Any good recipes? It seems that the Insta-Pot gift is some weird apology from relatives who voted for that idiot Trump.
I just buried my oldest kitty. Even though I’m an atheist, I wrapped her in white linen and tucked a few toys in with her. One can always indulge in thinking that there is a less than omnipotent goddess Sekhmet looking after my furry companions. What could be better, cats and drinking beer with a feisty cat goddess. 🙂 It’s also a damn shame that I can’t trade in one useless human, or ten, for more years with her.
Love is inextricably linked with sorrow, because we are going to die and lose someone or be lost to them. This is why one should take every moment and make that love worth that coin in sorrow that you are going to pay.
We all make that bargain with our love of our critters and oh, how it hurts when it comes due.
Goodbye, Muffin, my little friend. I found you as a kitten in my backyard a little over 15 years ago, the size of my hand. You are back there again, where I can sit and remember you. Including the scars you gave me repeatedly because you had no interest in going to the vet. She was the most ferocious of all of our kitties, the only one we gave a “cute” name. I used Peaceful Pet Passage, an in-home euthanasia service here in central PA. They were kind as they took care of her.
Legend, and reality appears to agree, says during the Great Depression, itinerant workers e.g. hoboes, would let each other know about the conditions of the road and towns that they passed through by using a language of signs. If there was a chance of work, dangerous dogs, vigilant police, that could all be read in a sign left by scratching a nail, rock on metal, etc.
One of those signs was the cat. This signified that a kind hearted woman lived at a home or farm. A hobo might hope to get at least bread and butter and perhaps a cup of milk. Being that I like cats quite a lot, it always appealed to me that a cat would signify someone who cared for others. The people wearing the pinky pussy hats at the very successful marches around the world also got me thinking about this.
I think this sign would make a good thing to let people know that kindness still exists, a kindness with claws behind it.
Here are some images I made up. Please use, but do not abuse, if you’d like. Larger/hi res/different format ones are available. Leave me a note in comments.