Thursday, July 24, 2014
Close to Nowhere
Saga of kittens continues
Last week I mentioned that I now had three kittens in the house.
This week, that number has been reduced to one. Scratch and Darwin have become outdoor cats.
Scratch went out because of her name. Meredith, my oldest granddaughter, sent me a funny picture on Facebook of a gray kitten, standing on hind legs, captioned “I’m not touchy feely — I’m scratchy bleedy.”
That suits Scratch to a T! Not that she’s not a really sweet cuddly kitten. She just likes to climb on me mostly, with her claws and bite fingers, nose, lips, chin, whatever is handiest to wherever she has clawed her way.
Darwin is just a plain, sweet cat. If she wants to be held, she sleeps on you. Darwin’s problem is that she likes to explore — and while exploring if she knocks everything off in the floor — oh well.
That’s not her biggest problem though. Her biggest problem — actually a huge problem — is that she doesn’t like the litter box. The entire house was her litter box. That’s much worse than scratchy bleedy!
Fancy, the littlest kitten, who has remained in the house, is pretty near a perfect kitten. She’s black and white and tiny. She has a tiny little meow and rarely — usually accidentally — scratches. She actually must think she’s a parrot. Her favorite “perch” is on a shoulder. She’ll stay there as long as you let her.
Fancy wants to be friends with Mr. Bean, our miniature schnauzer and Foxie, the solid black pomerian. I tried to take a picture of Fancy, who’d snuck up on Foxie and was taking a nap beside her. You can’t see a mostly black kitten sleeping on a black furry dog.
It’s even funnier when our black puppy Bernadette — half great Pyrenees and half standard poodle, weighing in so far at 60 pounds — comes in. An outside dog with indoor tendencies, she loves to collapse in the floor at my feet and sleep while the two smaller dogs sleep in my lap.
Bernie loves the kittens. She wants to play with them so badly. She was trying to lick Fancy this past Sunday and kept knocking her completely over. Bernie’s tongue is bigger than Fancy’s body.
Foxie gets pretty mad at Bernadette also. Bernie takes a paw and tries to bat at Foxie and play with her. Bernie’s foot is just about as big as Foxie. She smashes Foxie and/or Mr. Bean into the floor and can’t understand why they don’t want to keep playing with her.
It’s probably traumatic being a 60-pound dog trying to play with 15-pound dogs. Or one-pound kittens.
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