tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52515402118294710532024-02-20T02:39:30.045-08:00KittitasThe truth and nothing but the truth about our adorable, adoptable foster catsLesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-53482961051191683722013-07-13T15:11:00.000-07:002013-07-13T15:11:45.967-07:00Somebody's newly aware ...... of his big sis.<br />
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Up until recently, Owen didn't really give Meow Meow much thought. She'd hop up next to him on the couch when he was having a bottle, but aside from the glance or two she'd garner, she provoked marginal interest at best. (Eating, I suppose, was hard enough to figure out for this guy.)<br />
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Owen's eating better now (yay!) and, at five months old, he's much more fascinated by the world around him. In the last few weeks, he's been attempting to make friends with his fur sibling. I had him on my lap one afternoon when Meow Meow came over to cuddle. He was delighted.<br />
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I think she was wary of his new reaching and scooting skills -- he wiggled his way over to her on his belly -- but she can move quite competently on all fours. Owen, not so much. Crawling's not far off, though ... </div>
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We are emerging from our first four months with Owen, and I have to say, it's been quite a roller coaster in the last 16 weeks. Owen had feeding problems from the very beginning that took the first month of his life to diagnose. Then we started pursuing help for him for much of the second. By the third month, we'd found a sort-of routine, but it involved pumping milk round-the-clock for him. It still does. But fortunately, he's thriving and finally getting to the point where we might be able to get him nursing again with a lot of practice and patience.<br />
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Meow Meow's been very tolerant of the changes in our availability, though she's been having a rough time with hairballs in the last month. The poor girl is shedding her winter coat but hasn't had the help we usually give her in grooming it all off, so she's been managing on her own with unfortunate digestive side effects.<br />
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Owen was asleep this morning during breakfast, so Meow Meow got a little extra attention. She hopped up on my seat with a hopeful look and then thrust her head under my arm. I knew it had been too long since she'd had proper snuggle time and, of course, mention here.<br />
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We're hoping life will be less of a circus in a few weeks -- two more months and Owen can start solid food. For now, we're continuing in survival mode and thankful that everyone in our little family is otherwise hanging in there.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-8097381766225965892013-03-13T10:32:00.000-07:002013-03-13T10:32:22.562-07:00Late-night snapshotsWe survived our first month! Owen's been keeping us busy, but Meow Meow has been very understanding. We haven't been keeping her in her suite when we go to bed (since we tend to get back up in a few hours throughout the night), which I think she finds to be an added bonus.<br />
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Her favorite place to be is right next to us whenever we're hanging out on the couch. She's been unfazed by Owen's cries and will paw him gently on the back of the head when he's snuggled up in my lap or on my chest. Here's a shot from the wee hours.<br />
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And, for your entertainment, a video of Owen and Meow Meow sharing a lap pillow.<br />
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Meow Meow has given Owen her stamp of approval -- a gentle pawing to the back of the head and then a hearty head-bump -- and is enjoying all the cuddle time she can get in on. Here we are on our second day home. <br />
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We figured Meow Meow wouldn't have much trouble adjusting to her new sort-of sibling as long as he was willing to share the rights to one of her favorite places.<br />
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So, what news? Well, Meow Meow, in our absence, has been living it up at her <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/bed-and-breakfast.html">Uncle Dani's</a>, where she got to meet a new kitty. Dani had become so smitten with Meow Meow over the last few years that he decided to get a female companion for his man cat, Shantino (a.k.a., Shanti or Bino). Dani named the new lady of the house Shantina (a.k.a., Bina), hoping that the two would get along as famously as Meow Meow and Bino seemed to.<br />
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Of course, that's not quite how it initially went.<br />
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Bina is apparently quite territorial and has routed Bino from the indoors. Bino doesn't mind the outside porch and garden in the least, but his food and water are in the house. Unfortunately, Bina gives chase whenever he appears, sending him straight for the cat flap in the window. A squirt bottle to deter her and a pheromone collar to calm her have been only marginally effective.<br />
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Meow Meow, though, hasn't seemed to provoke Bina, minus some routine hissing. And that even stopped after Bina saw Meow Meow hanging out with Dani on his bed -- you'd think that would have made her even more inclined to stake her claim to the house, but no such hostilities between the girls ever came to light.<br />
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All interesting for us, as Meow Meow's sibling is supposed to arrive in as few as three weeks (possibly even sooner, but we're hoping he'll stay put at least until then), and we're not sure what she'll think of that. I suspect, after her experience with Bina, that Meow Meow just doesn't play the territory game.<br />
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But she does protest when she doesn't get lap time. Of late, she's had to adjust to the shape of said lap, but she still fits very easily. See?<br />
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No promises after you-know-who gets here, though ...<br />
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So all of those darling little ones at the shelter are off-limits for now. Join me in squeeing over them from afar:<br />
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(Nope, this isn't the product of clever video magic; the footage, shot by another videographer at the SHS, is playing straight!)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-79187926542522314012012-11-05T16:37:00.001-08:002012-11-05T16:37:30.476-08:00I am NOT your squeaky toyMeow Meow is a very tolerant kitty. She's always accepted the various cat care operations we've had to perform on her without too much protest -- nail clipping, teeth cleaning, even disinfecting and bandaging her back paws when she rounded a carpeted corner a little too quickly and yanked out almost all of her hind claws such that they bled (it's a long story we'll save for another day). In short, she possesses admirable patience.<br />
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Which, occasionally, Dieter takes advantage of for his own entertainment.<br />
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While Meow Meow will roll onto her side with abandon to accept belly rubs, she <i>hates</i> being put on her back. Here's what happened when Dieter, in a moment of mischief, decided to find out how long it would take for her to get out of such a predicament in her favorite place, a nice warm lap:<br />
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I approved once I figured out how not to get my claws stuck in the squishy material -- not flexing them quite so much when I walk on the surface.<br />
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The other option is to put my front paws on the carpet when attempting Downward Dog.<br />
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One of the things we've always found amazing about Meow Meow is how loud her purr is. It's resonant enough to be heard across a room above the whir of the cooling fans in some electronic devices (and around here, with D's tech junkie tendencies, there are many cooling fans in operation). My phone mic can't record at such a distance to give you an idea of just how beautiful that contented rumble can be even from 15 feet away, but I did recently sample the joy up close for your listening pleasure.<br />
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Jaw-rubbing and pawing to ask for loves are bonus visuals. Apologies for the glaring light, though ...<br />
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I had plenty of food and water (neither of which I finished), but I was afraid Mom and Dad wouldn't come back. I gave them both a thorough talking-to when they returned last night. And followed them both around very closely today to make sure they weren't heading anywhere else except work. Dad was amused this evening when Mom told him I seemed particularly clingy -- I was kind of plastered against her hip and thigh while she researched car seats on the sofa. Normally, I just sleep about a foot away from her on the <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-meow-meow-loves-recycling.html">afghan</a> she knit for me. I also let her groom me way longer than I usually care for (and I'm pretty amenable to a brush session under regular circumstances). What can I say, I was feeling ignored for two days! I needed that extra TLC.<br />
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Now that both of my parents are home for the night, I'm giving Mom a break from making up their absence to me. Reading time is tummy time, Dad. Start the belly worship.<br />
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There is never a shortage of cozy spots here even when Mom isn't laid out on the sofa. This week, she and Dad were hardly around -- something about picking up furniture for the nursery that they found on Craigslist. (Craigslist? What's that?)<br />
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They have, so far, acquired an IKEA crib frame and chair, the former now assembled and the latter still awaiting some nuts and bolts. I'm a bit dubious about the comfort of the crib -- it looks suspiciously like a cage. Mom insists it will be better once there's a new mattress in the bottom, which is currently nothing but wooden slats. I much prefer my fluffy kitty bed and blanket, thank you very much! Especially when it's fresh out of the laundry. Mom and Dad finally caved and replaced the ancient washer that came with the house -- it wasn't draining every third load or so -- and now the new machine (which happens to reside in the kitty suite) gets my bed extra dry after the spin cycle. Mom was impressed and wonders why they didn't do this sooner.<br />
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The machine is also much quieter than the previous one, but it still makes enough noise that I prefer to hang out elsewhere while it's running. As you can see, I'm not picky about alternate accommodations. And perhaps if I'm <i>on</i> Mom's purse, it'll keep her from going <i>out</i> so much ...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-81170539009908346552012-09-08T11:40:00.000-07:002012-09-08T11:40:21.458-07:00They can't be the same, can they?Meow Meow here again. Mom is still knitting and I'm taking my naps all over her equipment. Occasionally, she has to sneak her scissors or tape measure out from under my tummy, but I don't mind. I like keeping them warm -- like this book I'm resting on.<br />
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Mom says this creature in the picture is what I'll be meeting early next year. Looks fairly innocuous. Mom also tried to explain that this is the same thing as the baby I met last weekend when her friends came over for lunch. I'm not sure I liked that one -- she made me nervous because she wanted to pet me but couldn't figure out how not to grab my fur instead of stroke it. She also liked to slap things with her hands -- the couch, the carpet, the coffee table -- a little too close to me for comfort. <br />
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Mom says I did just fine, and I didn't run away (Mom also gave me lots of reassuring chin scratches and let me hide my face against her leg when I needed to). Looking at this picture, though, I'm not convinced that the baby that's coming could be like the one from last weekend. I mean, according to Mom, her baby's movements hardly feel like more than a flutter right now. Flutters = slaps?<br />
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Clearly Mom doesn't know what she's talking about. <div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-12364105733999689402012-08-30T17:29:00.000-07:002012-08-30T17:29:59.990-07:00Meow Meow has an announcementHi! Meow Meow here. I'm writing for Mom because she's been under the weather for the last two months -- which you might think is a total drag, but for me, it means TONS of time next to her while she's curled up on the sofa. Best two months EVER.<br />
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Mom is almost back on her feet again, but she's asked me to tell you that I'm going to get a sort-of sibling in February. A human one. She finally told her friends at the Humane Society (who occasionally visit this blog) so now I can share the news officially. I have no idea what the sort-of sibling will be like, but Mom has been knitting a lot lately, which has also been lots of fun for me. See?<br />
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I like this sock. I like whacking the back ends of Mom's knitting needles even more when she's using them. So far, I've only made her lose three stitches, but she's been cool about it.<br />
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I may be the one updating the blog for a little while, but Mom promises to take more pictures of me so you can see what I've been up to. In fact, she's got a backlog to post (most of them taken while she was lying on the sofa), so look for more shortly.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-21228414979745145742012-07-16T09:15:00.000-07:002012-07-16T09:15:21.620-07:00And there goes anotherMeow Meow's adoption anniversary was last week! It's hard to believe she's been with us for only two years -- it feels like she's always been part of our family. It goes to show you how well she's trained us ...<br />
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In honor of the day, we treated Meow Meow to tuna, which she was delighted to discover next to her water dish. We tried to get her to look up for a second from the food, but of course, it was a lost cause.<br />
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It's good to know she's happy :)<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-77293269074115777072012-06-23T11:54:00.000-07:002012-06-23T11:55:21.217-07:00The joys of the jobWork at the Humane Society has been keeping me away from blogging, but now that I've settled into a bit of a routine there, I've got some amusing footage to share.<br />
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On occasion, I get to edit raw film shot by other staff or volunteers of adoptable kitties to post on the HS website. This video is one of those. Bunny has been adopted already, but she was so adorable that I had to include this here anyway. She's aptly named -- with her poof of a tail stub and her two-footed hop, her back end is all rabbit.<br />
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This other film was neither shot nor edited by me, but I'm hoping to get still photos of this mischievous girl next week in order to update <a href="http://www.seattlehumane.org/node/26634">her profile</a> a little more. Watch that deft little paw in action starting around 0:35. Esmerelda's definitely not reaching into her own dish! Cracks me up every time.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CozebHLkeYw" width="420"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-68315052166952700642012-05-29T19:26:00.000-07:002012-05-29T20:19:16.099-07:00Remember me?!?Smart girl that Meow Meow is, she knows when I'm not home at the usual times she expects to see me. I was traveling earlier this month, just long enough that she started to get anxious when I didn't reappear for cuddles after several mornings and nights. Dieter was home with her, but she's a family kitty. If one of us is missing at the breakfast table, she goes to the top of the stairs to summon the latecomer -- adamantly. <br />
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On my first morning home, Dieter was showing me something on his computer in our home office. Not to be deterred any longer, Meow Meow leapt to the top of Dieter's office chair to demand attention, which is a huge bound for her standards.<br />
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It seems my absence made an impression?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-2812383987639082632012-04-24T09:33:00.000-07:002012-05-31T10:01:41.205-07:00Why Meow Meow loves recyclingSo that <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/resisting-temptation.html">kitty afghan</a> I mentioned I might knit? I did. <p>Here's what the yarn was originally part of -- a scarf I'd made in college that was just too bulky and itchy to wear against my neck. You can just make it out under Meow Meow. I'd already turned half of it into a hat and mittens (which are much more comfortable than their predecessor) and needed a way to use up the leftover wool. Since Meow Meow was so attracted to that particular piece of knitting to nap on while I was working on the other pieces, I figured turning the leftover scarf into a mat for her was the perfect use. The bonus for us: much less fur to comb out of the couch!</p><p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw_34iVhUIo/T5bU00RfS9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/HAbiYArL_ok/s1600/WP_000886web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw_34iVhUIo/T5bU00RfS9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/HAbiYArL_ok/s400/WP_000886web.jpg" /></a></div></p>I suspect she knew what I was doing as she really wanted to be in on the process ... <p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jor_fhUirAs/T5bU0mA1wsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/z74CcZI1c9c/s1600/WP_000892web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jor_fhUirAs/T5bU0mA1wsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/z74CcZI1c9c/s400/WP_000892web.jpg" /></a></div></p>I realized after I'd finished that I should have put a border on it so the blanket wouldn't roll at the edges, but Meow Meow doesn't seem to mind. Right, Meow Meow? <p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLnPnotVCEk/T5bU0dH91kI/AAAAAAAAA-k/O5aRgAXHYc8/s1600/WP_000926web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLnPnotVCEk/T5bU0dH91kI/AAAAAAAAA-k/O5aRgAXHYc8/s400/WP_000926web.jpg" /></a></div></p>Meow Meow? <p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URi5E19JHnw/T5bU0MLQXcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/7BQ2l0tUj6A/s1600/WP_000929web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URi5E19JHnw/T5bU0MLQXcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/7BQ2l0tUj6A/s400/WP_000929web.jpg" /></a></div></p>Well, you get the picture.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-83260495600035908562012-03-27T14:35:00.006-07:002012-03-27T14:47:53.362-07:00Dissembling dozer<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49RAToUCmP4/T3I1BZZMF_I/AAAAAAAAA-M/4zpguZ5dDnc/s1600/WP_000733web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:10px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49RAToUCmP4/T3I1BZZMF_I/AAAAAAAAA-M/4zpguZ5dDnc/s400/WP_000733web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724696374453999602" /></a><br />Don't let the paw over Meow Meow's face fool you -- that eye to the right of it is half open, keeping tabs on the whereabouts of all it surveys. Asleep? I think not.<br /><br />When Meow Meow's really out, her head ends up lower than her body on the back of the couch -- her favorite place to nap when no one's nearby to cuddle up with.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4C2hIJIbOY/T3I1BZu0T6I/AAAAAAAAA-E/txVPJSSgjEU/s1600/WP_000711web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4C2hIJIbOY/T3I1BZu0T6I/AAAAAAAAA-E/txVPJSSgjEU/s400/WP_000711web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724696374544715682" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-18528592571767663502012-03-19T21:19:00.001-07:002012-03-19T21:20:21.575-07:00Resisting temptation?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXrZF3QFSXk/T2gFHleoRTI/AAAAAAAAA94/KAWzgq0s4LU/s1600/WP_000729web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:10px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXrZF3QFSXk/T2gFHleoRTI/AAAAAAAAA94/KAWzgq0s4LU/s400/WP_000729web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721828954452018482" /></a><br />I've had some knitting projects going this winter, as you can see. In the process of trying out a few patterns, I've learned that Meow Meow enjoys watching yarn dance between skein and needles as I work, but when the string isn't moving, she's content to ignore it. Which means I can leave works-in-progress sitting in the open without worrying that a certain nimble paw will unravel them while I'm not around.<br /><br />I may have discovered this week, though, that Meow Meow isn't exactly <i>ignoring</i> my knitted goods. I've caught her napping on top of some half-finished garments, in particular, the heavier knits. Perhaps a little kitty afghan should be on my list of things to make ...<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-11437344631861192912012-03-12T11:08:00.002-07:002012-03-12T12:26:08.028-07:00A slight shift in venueSo what happened to February?<br /><br />Well, several things. The first is that the room in which we'd been doing our fostering began undergoing a makeover that wasn't kitty-friendly, so for the time being, the only resident cat is sweet little Meow Meow. She says hi.<br /><br />The second thing, which I've been dying to post but couldn't until all was finalized, is that I have a new volunteer position at the Humane Society. All the photo-taking and video-making I've been doing here for the last two years and change? I'm now officially doing it for the kitties at the shelter. I trained during the second half of February and finally started working last Friday.<br /><br />I'm thrilled to be able to work with so many more cats who need help finding new families. The first little lady I met last week was <a href="http://www.seattlehumane.org/node/25188">Penny Lane</a>, whose video (original footage shot by the marketing department) is below. I'm hoping to post more regularly now that training is done, so stay tuned for more updates! And of course, check out the other darling furries on the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SeattleHumaneSociety?feature=watch">Seattle Humane YouTube channel</a> ...<br /><br /><div align="center"><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YqBdn6i1f10" frameborder="0" width="420" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-7449636523112300162012-01-30T11:03:00.000-08:002012-01-30T11:03:16.271-08:00Resolutions? What resolutions?Meow Meow isn't one to worry about her weight, and in general, we don't worry about hers either since we control her food portions. Dieter, however, does enjoy keeping Meow Meow active.<br /><br />Unbeknownst to me, he decided to buy her a Christmas gift to further his (her, my) entertainment. And well-being! Happy, healthy pets make for happy pet parents too, no?<br /><br />On the day of our holiday celebration (a week early, as we had to travel to be with family), Dieter presented Meow Meow with a tiny package wrapped just for her. This is why I love him:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq9Z1y_0U2c/Tybo-kButJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/8mRMj9x5YSk/s1600/DSCN4880web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aq9Z1y_0U2c/Tybo-kButJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/8mRMj9x5YSk/s400/DSCN4880web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703502139631776914" /></a><br />Inside, he'd placed a length of leather cord. Way too much for one kitty to handle -- but the extra means whatever we offer Meow Meow can be replaced should it get too worn out.<br /><br />Of course, we were eager to find out what she thought of her new toy. Here's her review:<br /><br /><div align="center"><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NbVPc9Q2nNE" frameborder="0" width="420" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><br />I'd say that's a pretty solid recommendation.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-37471859890079150832012-01-03T17:38:00.001-08:002012-01-04T11:04:45.728-08:00Like bookendsMeow Meow had another luxurious stay at the Hotel Shanti while we were traveling for Christmas. Shanti's dad managed to catch both cats on the window seats he'd installed and sent us this picture shortly before we got home. I was reminded of a pair of bookends -- though in truth, Shanti is rarely still whenever we visit him. I can't imagine him sitting on any shelf for long!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxVELMDS9oU/TwOy0_2PQ3I/AAAAAAAAA9g/S-469BdNnSc/s1600/WP_000188.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxVELMDS9oU/TwOy0_2PQ3I/AAAAAAAAA9g/S-469BdNnSc/s400/WP_000188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693590977488307058" /></a><br />We are glad to have Meow Meow back, especially after nearly two weeks in a kitty-less home. She, too, seems delighted to have our morning routine again, rolling on her back to beg for tummy rubs as I come down the stairs and jumping into my lap as soon as I sit down for breakfast. If only the return for us could be so easy! (I won't get into the details of unpacking, replenishing our groceries, sorting through the accumulated junk mail, doing trip laundry ...)<br /><br />More updates soon, including some backlogged Christmas news. Until then, happy 2012!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-50009231761309427892011-12-12T18:23:00.001-08:002011-12-12T18:51:04.768-08:00Partying like it's Mom's birthdayBack in September, I sent my sister, kitty mom to a certain orange tabby, a little something for her birthday. I wrapped it in tissue paper, placed it in a padded mailer -- the kind with built-in bubble wrap -- and sealed the whole works with packing tape.<br /><br />The envelope reached its destination intact. But minutes after my sister got it through the door, Oliver had his claws and teeth in the paper. Utterly dismayed, Bev scolded him and took the gift away, placing it where she hoped it would be out of reach. Undeterred, Oliver snatched the quarry back and reattempted to unsheath its contents.<br /><br />What had gotten into her naughty boy, Bev wondered, grabbing the tattered paper before he could do even more damage. And then it dawned on her ...<br /><br />"That birthday present you sent me doesn't happen to contain catnip does it?" she asked by phone, persistent yowls echoing in the background.<br /><br />Of course it did -- in the form of hand-sewn toys. All was forgiven (on both sides) once the goods came out of their wrappings. Here's the proof:<p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBTWp9zKSoOd_WuzCwu-BeNmxMGOUKPE3FuuoWuRrIVwoNg-eR05rePpNPE8ysYQcsNfaMQhSnNXPNDkNnoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-53559360206479195352011-11-27T09:06:00.000-08:002011-11-27T09:06:13.980-08:00Bed and breakfastWhen we go on vacation, it seems Meow Meow does too.<br /><br />At the beginning of this year, one of Dieter's colleagues at work, who also has a cat, found out that we usually boarded Meow Meow with a local facility whenever we had to be out of town. He offered to take her instead when we visited family back in May as he had plenty of room for her -- and he loved her so much that she's been his to spoil at every travel opportunity we've had since then.<br /><br />We are thankful to have someone who dotes on Meow Meow (and his own cat) so much. She gets the run of his house and more human companionship than a boarding facility can provide. Meow Meow even gets along with the resident feline, Shanti, a beautiful male who shares his food and indoor territory quite graciously. (He spends a good part of the day outdoors too while Meow Meow does not.)<br /><br />During our trip to spend Thanksgiving with Dieter's family, the host of the Hotel Shanti, as Shanti's dad likes to refer to this arrangement, has sent us updates on Meow Meow, which he was happy to let us post. Here are some video stills from a lazy morning on the couch:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKZuiFlLBHo/TtJtMYmUX9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/aDUKLqv6tH0/s1600/At%2BDani%2527s%2B1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TKZuiFlLBHo/TtJtMYmUX9I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/aDUKLqv6tH0/s400/At%2BDani%2527s%2B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679722139596644306" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg0N1_qdzfc/TtJtMZk8lAI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SFObn7O1OQ0/s1600/At%2BDani%2527s%2B2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg0N1_qdzfc/TtJtMZk8lAI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SFObn7O1OQ0/s400/At%2BDani%2527s%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679722139859325954" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08Fa5WONjTM/TtJtMCc3W9I/AAAAAAAAA88/fKnJ5up7OY0/s1600/At%2BDani%2527s%2B3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08Fa5WONjTM/TtJtMCc3W9I/AAAAAAAAA88/fKnJ5up7OY0/s400/At%2BDani%2527s%2B3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679722133651413970" /></a><br />Shanti's obviously the kitty in the foreground. Most recently, we've heard the cats have been touching noses when they meet, which we had not seen Meow Meow ever try with Lily. Perhaps a male foster should be our next guest chez Kittitas?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251540211829471053.post-81378877678397883212011-11-21T08:32:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:58:52.424-08:00A very belated Halloween updateYou know that window between the last trick-or-treater ringing your doorbell and a great big turkey suddenly taking up residence in your refrigerator? Yes, I have no idea why it vanishes so quickly every year, but I think it has something to do with the appearance of Christmas decorations in every retail store I've walked into in the last two and half weeks. Somebody hand me a noisemaker; it's practically New Year's.<br /><br />We feted Halloween with Dieter's Aunt Chris, who came to visit for an extended weekend filled with ghoulish activities. Meow Meow enjoyed most of it, even with the extra bustle of small children alternately screaming in terror when Dieter opened the door (he painted his face quite scarily) and clamoring for candy.<br /><br />When we weren't loading up the neighbors' kids with sugar, we were carving produce with vigor. Oh yes -- we don't just do pumpkins around here. Dieter decided to break out the power tools and do coconuts. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzrhJrP3YAw/TsqCzPuK7TI/AAAAAAAAA8w/05wQbY9NFnA/s1600/WP_000605web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzrhJrP3YAw/TsqCzPuK7TI/AAAAAAAAA8w/05wQbY9NFnA/s400/WP_000605web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494097159056690" /></a><br />Inspired by some crafts we saw in Hawaii, Dieter adorned his scraped-out coconut with feathers and seashells. I thought the end result was properly creepy:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrJVW-LaX-g/TsqCy6Qdw_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/V0jPQ9GPwkM/s1600/WP_000612web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrJVW-LaX-g/TsqCy6Qdw_I/AAAAAAAAA8c/V0jPQ9GPwkM/s400/WP_000612web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494091397317618" /></a><br />But Meow Meow was unfazed.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-N8uM-e9Ns/TsqCy2pnuVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/GkbGlT3nf6g/s1600/WP_000609web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-N8uM-e9Ns/TsqCy2pnuVI/AAAAAAAAA8U/GkbGlT3nf6g/s400/WP_000609web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494090429086034" /></a><br />Note, however, that she preferred to sit in Aunt Chris's lap while she was working on her pumpkin with a knife rather than risk joining Dieter and his noisier drill ...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbc_0ohXM7E/TsqCylGaJvI/AAAAAAAAA8M/GnHjv1UMVp8/s1600/WP_000613web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbc_0ohXM7E/TsqCylGaJvI/AAAAAAAAA8M/GnHjv1UMVp8/s400/WP_000613web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677494085717993202" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Copyright (c) 2009 <a href="http://kittitasblog.blogspot.com">Kittitas</a></div>Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05416612528446330995noreply@blogger.com0