Mom’s calling me names!
WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU! SOMEONE FORGOT MY EARS!
Mom’s calling me names!
WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU! SOMEONE FORGOT MY EARS!
Back in 2013, when Zuzu was Mama Zuzu to her litter, the Niblets, we bought the kittens a small plastic trackball ring. We had no idea what a hit it would become. Not so much with the kittens, though baby Viola liked it on and off…
… but with Zuzu herself. That little Ring o’ Fun was never far from sight.
We thought the little ring was too small for Zuzu and bought her a bigger Ring o’ Fun. She liked it, but baby Russell LOVED it, so much so, when he went to his forever home, we sent the bigger ring along with him. We only regret not having a photo of baby Russell playing with his Ring o’ Fun before he left. Adorbs!
Back in November of last year, we ordered an orange triple tier trackball Ring o’ Fun (our name for it, not the official name of which we may have forgotten) for Zuzu for Christmas and wouldn’t you know, that thing sold out practically before they even manufactured them?
Zuzu didn’t get her triple tier Ring o’ Fun for Christmas but every so often we receive an email telling us that triple tier Ring o’ Fun is still on backorder and wouldn’t we rather want to buy a similar one from someone else for twice or maybe, three times the original offering price?
Now, you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who could say, in all honesty, we wouldn’t go the extra mile to buy stuff for our cats but in this case and for that price… uh, no.
Then, Dad found a really cool scratchy Ring o’ Fun when he was perusing Amazon last month and because it was an exceptionally good price, Home Accountant Mom approved the purchase and Zuzu got a new, bigger Ring o’ Fun.
Zuzu seemed to know right away it was hers. Or maybe she really understands English when Mom said, “Zuzu, this is yours.” It has a cardboard scratchy insert and a white contrasting ball in the bright, deep pink track. And we think she likes everyone to watch her when she plays with it.
And though she’s okay with letting everyone else play with it…
… she’s the only one who sleeps on it. Good call, Dad. Zuzu LOVES it!
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Thank you for your comments and suggestions regarding Mom’s kitty photo boards she created last week. She hasn’t made a decision on what to do with them at the moment, other than to just enjoy her creations. Thank you!
And here’s another batch she made:
A spot of sun! No, really! Finally we can peek at what’s going on around Colehaus, other than to watch our Pacific Northwet “liquid sunshine” falling from the skies. We’re on track to set another month’s record of rain here and we just might do it by midnight tonight.
Outside, our pretty primroses are blooming. Dad always asks, “Tell me, when AREN’T primroses blooming?”
When nearly everyone else’s bulbs have already bloomed around the country, our grape hyacinths are the first bulbs blooming here.
Somewhat near the grape hyacinths, neighbor cats Z and Scruffy discuss the weather, as all cats do. We imagine their conversation went something like this:
Z: “So, it’s not raining at the moment.”
Scruffy: “Can’t get nothing past you, can we?”
Z: “Well, I mention it because while my butt isn’t wet, the rock I’m sitting on is still cold on the bits, if you catch my drift.”
Scruffy: “. . . . .”
Meanwhile, Mom was so inspired by our day of dry weather, she cleaned up the strawberry baskets and found new leaves coming out.
The squirrel we call Tilt (because he has a head tilt) isn’t so sure Mom should have removed all the dead strawberry foliage. Word has it squirrels are avid gardeners when not raiding bird feeders, so they should know.
Our Star Magnolia is bursting with white flower buds. After years of living in gloom, half-hidden behind a big birch tree that was removed two years ago, this magnolia has blossomed into a real beauty (pun intended).
Remember back in January, when we mentioned we saw a new cat in our backyard? Mom called it Teese because, well, only she understands her misspelling, and slowly, Teese started trusting Mom. Now, Teese is at the feeding station most mornings waiting for the food bowls to be set out.
And look who’s become an outside friend!
Mom’s pretty sure Sweet Teese is a spayed girl but then again, she’s been known to be wrong half the time. She’s also pretty sure Teese has a home on the next street over down the hill, and when the weather warms up and dries out, she’ll take a walk down there to ask around.
BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS!
Forgive us for the poor photo. This is the best picture we’ve yet to capture of an old, but somewhat-speedy raccoon who is staying in one of our heated feral shelters. Can you see it there on the fence behind the evergreens?
Mom and Dad both have seen an old raccoon hanging around for the past few weeks, eating from one of the feeding stations during the day, in the pouring rain, something that is a bit unusual for a raccoon around here. It doesn’t act sick, it just looks old and clearly, it’s hungry.
Upon a single closer look last week, we think it might be partially blind, yet it knew directly where to go for food. And this pleases us.
Background info: We’ve been setting food out in our side yard during daylight hours since 2005, and we’ve been aware of recognizable raccoons, ones with distinctive markings or behaviors, returning year after year since 2012. Could this be Happy, the raccoon mama who brought her three babies to meet us in 2013? It could be. Happy had a darker raccoon mask than any other raccoon we’d ever seen, with significantly less white/grey on her face. She had a very, very pointy nose. And her tail was never full and puffy like typical raccoon tails are, and with her darker fur, the rings on her tail were very faint.
This raccoon is almost completely dark faced, has a sharply pointed nose, and has a thin furred tail. If this is Happy, she is the daughter of Sunny who, in 2013 along with her three babies, were the very first raccoons we’d ever seen during daylight hours. One of her babies was very dark compared to the other two. We named that one Happy.
In 2014, Happy returned with her three babies, one we called Lily who returned with her three babies and with Happy in tow in 2015, making Happy a grandmother.
Happy became a great grandmother last year when one of Lily’s babies whom we called Daisy, returned with her two babies.
In the wild, raccoons only survive between one and three years. We never know if we’ll have raccoons come visit us at all because a few people in our neighborhood feel the need to go on “raccoon relocation” forays. This raccoon somehow must have been spared that horror and we are so thankful we have a kind of sanctuary for it here. Here, this raccoon, be it Happy or not, will be safe with a warm shelter, food, and water for as long as it likes. That said, the neighborhood greenspace with tall native trees, a creek, and open access for animals is a quarter mile down the hill and this is, undoubtedly, where Happy and her extensive family normally resides.
We fully understand this is a wild animal and will conduct ourselves accordingly. There will be no attempts at petting, brushing, or feeding of snacks from fingers we wish to keep intact. We won’t try to pose the raccoon with toys, try to entice it to play with a feather wand, or make it wear a hat. We will however, keep working toward capturing a better photo of this raccoon while following all safety precautions.
Lastly, let’s take another look at Sweet Teese, because she isn’t wild, the camera seems to like her, and simply because we can.