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beansideWhy, you may ask am I up at 3 am? I will give you one guess, and her name starts with an L and ends with izzy.
But wait, let me rewind. Yesterday, we left at 7am to head up to Hershey to pick her up from Cocoa Kitties. Google maps took us a weird way, but eventually we made it to their new Catio. It's a place you can go and get a coffee and sit with the kitties for an hour and play. It's a lovely place, and I think when we're visiting Hershey for the Weird Al concert, we might go visit again. They were setting up for their grand opening when we got there. People carrying in tables and chairs and setting up tents. Sounds like they made a great little event out of it, with an ice cream truck and all.
We headed in, and met with her foster mother, who was very nice. We had brought some donations, including Churus, wet kitten food, and a big box of paper towels. The foster took us to the cage that had Lizzy and her three remaining kittens (who were also set to be picked up today). Upon opening the cage, she immediately came over to get love. She was rubbing her face all over Jess and I. Two of the kittens were interested in nursing, and she totally head blocked one out of the way so she could continue to get attention. The other found a nipple and she sighed and flopped down with a very "fuck my life" face. You could see that she was 100% over these kittens.
She went and grabbed a bite to eat, but the kittens continued to harass her, so she came back over to talk to us.
May I just say that she is a tiny cat. Her 8 week old kittens were almost the same size as her. Being barely a year, she may grow a little bit more, but she is always going to be small. Her head is about the size of a larger one of the little "Cutie-style" oranges. Just so little! Though her spay certificate says that she weighed 7lbs. (That's still a pound less than Cece.)
We agreed that she needed to be our baby, and signed the paperwork and forked over the adoption fee, plus a little extra for the rescue. She went into the carrier like a perfect angel and we took her to the car.
For about 20 minutes, she was chill. Then, she decided to throw a little riot about being in the carrier. I think there was a mosh pit in there somewhere. We talked to her, and sang to her on the way home, and Jess reached in half a dozen times to unhook her claws from the mesh. She didn't make a ton of noise, just a few sad meows, but she did make sure that we knew that this was not a thing that she liked. She also let out a righteous fart that just stunk up the whole car.
Finally, we got her home, and marveled at the little holes she made in the carrier. They're all little ones, and the carrier is still good to be used, but she definitely made her mark. Then, we opened up the crate and let her stroll out. She went under the bed for about 3 seconds, and then came out and began exploring.
About two minutes later, she was back on the bed demanding more attention. Then, we gave her some food, and she devoured it like we were going to take it back. I don't think the kittens have been letting her eat as much as she'd like, because before she'd been here an hour, I could see the bottom of her kibble dish.
She would want love for a few minutes, and then would walk away, only to come back. By hour two, she had discovered the cat tree and decided that she liked it.
Hour three, we discovered the drawback to this particular cat--Hazmat level poops. That fart int he car was just an appetizer. Good lord, they smell SO bad. Our former cat, Gracie, had hazmat poop, but I think Lizzy has her beat.
She sat in the top basket of the cat tree next to Jess during our game and fought sleep, but finally succumbed.
After the game, Jess and I laid down with her, and she came trotting up between us to get some attention, and then laid at the end of the bed and fell deeply asleep.
We had dinner, and I slipped her two scraps of cod from mine. She loved it, and shook it to snap it's neck thoroughly.
After dinner, we went back in for more love, and to relax before bed. She continued to make the rounds for attention and devoured another can of food.
We went to bed, and she didn't bother us at all during the night that I know of.
I finally got up to hit the bathroom at about 3am, and when I came back, there was a kitty waiting for me. She demanded SO many pets and love. Turns out, once she's settled for a bit, she gets very excited and will nip you in that excitement. Since Boodle used to do that, I was even more smitten. Then, I laid down, and she climbed on my chest for more love. That was it, my heart exploded. Once she was done, she stepped over to my nightstand, and knocked the (sealed) bottle of water over. I love her so much.
Then, she wandered off, and dropped the most vile, toxic poop that I can imagine. When I tried to breathe through my nose, I gagged. I didn't want to wake Jess up, and it was pitch dark, so I wasn't sure I could find the poop to put in the trash can, so I got up.
Today, we shall have another game at noon, where hopefully, she'll again spend the time in the cat tree basket next to Jess. They like that. Aside from that, today shall be all Lizzie all the time. She'll get her three cans of food to see if we can get her a little less thin. She's not skinny, but being a nursing mother definitely will burn a lot of calories, so she has a little bit to make up for. She doesn't seem to be a huge fan of the treats we have, so we may need to get some different kinds. She's focused on her kibble and her wet food and doesn't have time for the rest.
I'm so glad we chose her. She's just such a sweet cat, but with a little bit of rotten in her. Currently, the few times she saw Yoda, and the first time he barked, she poofed up like a little Halloween kitty. It was kind of adorable. She didn't hiss, just seemed very startled.
Yoda is being such a good boy. He'll lay outside the room, but doesn't bark, just waits for us to come out. The times that he's seen her, he hasn't barked, just looked at her like "okay, hi." I'm so very proud of him. We're trying to give him extra love so that he won't feel jealous.
Tomorrow, she gets introduced into our routine. I wonder if I'm going to get extra love in the morning again? That was nice. Having her sit on my chest was one of the things I was most hoping that she would do, and she did it within the first 16 hours. I fully expect in a week for her to start waking us up for attention.
She's such a good baby for us. I made her a Google Photo Album should anyone want to follow the adventures of her little beauty blogger self. She has perfect eyeliner after all. I also have a TikTok for her, and may make her an instagram for her beauty pictures.
In a while, I'll brave the toxic poo and go in and get more love from her. Hopefully, she doesn't wake Jess up with either a paw to the face, or the toxic poo. How something that cute and small and adorable can produce something that smells so bad...damn. Just damn.
I fully expect that by the end of the weekend, her album will have over 80 pictures in it. She's so very photogenic. She's also a bit of a perpetual motion machine, so it can be challenging to get good posed shots.
This week, she shall be stuffed back into the carrier and go to her vet visit, so she can be checked out. They can look at her scar, and at her milk production and make sure everything looks good. She's had all her shots, and ways spayed this past Wednesday, so it's strictly a visit to establish care. Yoda has an appt for his vet visit on Tuesday, so I'll try to schedule hers later in the week, or even next Monday would be okay. I don't foresee any problems between now and then.
She's gone in the closet and sniffed the new bed that we got her, but so far she has not graced it with her presence. That's okay. She likes the cat tree and that's what matters. I did order her a new cat fountain to see if she'd like that. She sticks her foot in the water to make it move, so she might like running water. Or, she may stick her head in it and make a huge mess. That's fine too.
So, in summary, she's an adorable, sweet and lovely cat, and I love her so much already. I'm loving the personality that's starting to come out, and I can't wait to see how that evolves.
I may go try to nap a little more, seeing as it's only 4am. Or, I might wait and nap after game for an hour or two. Or even before game. We'll see. Everyone have an amazing Sunday!
But wait, let me rewind. Yesterday, we left at 7am to head up to Hershey to pick her up from Cocoa Kitties. Google maps took us a weird way, but eventually we made it to their new Catio. It's a place you can go and get a coffee and sit with the kitties for an hour and play. It's a lovely place, and I think when we're visiting Hershey for the Weird Al concert, we might go visit again. They were setting up for their grand opening when we got there. People carrying in tables and chairs and setting up tents. Sounds like they made a great little event out of it, with an ice cream truck and all.
We headed in, and met with her foster mother, who was very nice. We had brought some donations, including Churus, wet kitten food, and a big box of paper towels. The foster took us to the cage that had Lizzy and her three remaining kittens (who were also set to be picked up today). Upon opening the cage, she immediately came over to get love. She was rubbing her face all over Jess and I. Two of the kittens were interested in nursing, and she totally head blocked one out of the way so she could continue to get attention. The other found a nipple and she sighed and flopped down with a very "fuck my life" face. You could see that she was 100% over these kittens.
She went and grabbed a bite to eat, but the kittens continued to harass her, so she came back over to talk to us.
May I just say that she is a tiny cat. Her 8 week old kittens were almost the same size as her. Being barely a year, she may grow a little bit more, but she is always going to be small. Her head is about the size of a larger one of the little "Cutie-style" oranges. Just so little! Though her spay certificate says that she weighed 7lbs. (That's still a pound less than Cece.)
We agreed that she needed to be our baby, and signed the paperwork and forked over the adoption fee, plus a little extra for the rescue. She went into the carrier like a perfect angel and we took her to the car.
For about 20 minutes, she was chill. Then, she decided to throw a little riot about being in the carrier. I think there was a mosh pit in there somewhere. We talked to her, and sang to her on the way home, and Jess reached in half a dozen times to unhook her claws from the mesh. She didn't make a ton of noise, just a few sad meows, but she did make sure that we knew that this was not a thing that she liked. She also let out a righteous fart that just stunk up the whole car.
Finally, we got her home, and marveled at the little holes she made in the carrier. They're all little ones, and the carrier is still good to be used, but she definitely made her mark. Then, we opened up the crate and let her stroll out. She went under the bed for about 3 seconds, and then came out and began exploring.
About two minutes later, she was back on the bed demanding more attention. Then, we gave her some food, and she devoured it like we were going to take it back. I don't think the kittens have been letting her eat as much as she'd like, because before she'd been here an hour, I could see the bottom of her kibble dish.
She would want love for a few minutes, and then would walk away, only to come back. By hour two, she had discovered the cat tree and decided that she liked it.
Hour three, we discovered the drawback to this particular cat--Hazmat level poops. That fart int he car was just an appetizer. Good lord, they smell SO bad. Our former cat, Gracie, had hazmat poop, but I think Lizzy has her beat.
She sat in the top basket of the cat tree next to Jess during our game and fought sleep, but finally succumbed.
After the game, Jess and I laid down with her, and she came trotting up between us to get some attention, and then laid at the end of the bed and fell deeply asleep.
We had dinner, and I slipped her two scraps of cod from mine. She loved it, and shook it to snap it's neck thoroughly.
After dinner, we went back in for more love, and to relax before bed. She continued to make the rounds for attention and devoured another can of food.
We went to bed, and she didn't bother us at all during the night that I know of.
I finally got up to hit the bathroom at about 3am, and when I came back, there was a kitty waiting for me. She demanded SO many pets and love. Turns out, once she's settled for a bit, she gets very excited and will nip you in that excitement. Since Boodle used to do that, I was even more smitten. Then, I laid down, and she climbed on my chest for more love. That was it, my heart exploded. Once she was done, she stepped over to my nightstand, and knocked the (sealed) bottle of water over. I love her so much.
Then, she wandered off, and dropped the most vile, toxic poop that I can imagine. When I tried to breathe through my nose, I gagged. I didn't want to wake Jess up, and it was pitch dark, so I wasn't sure I could find the poop to put in the trash can, so I got up.
Today, we shall have another game at noon, where hopefully, she'll again spend the time in the cat tree basket next to Jess. They like that. Aside from that, today shall be all Lizzie all the time. She'll get her three cans of food to see if we can get her a little less thin. She's not skinny, but being a nursing mother definitely will burn a lot of calories, so she has a little bit to make up for. She doesn't seem to be a huge fan of the treats we have, so we may need to get some different kinds. She's focused on her kibble and her wet food and doesn't have time for the rest.
I'm so glad we chose her. She's just such a sweet cat, but with a little bit of rotten in her. Currently, the few times she saw Yoda, and the first time he barked, she poofed up like a little Halloween kitty. It was kind of adorable. She didn't hiss, just seemed very startled.
Yoda is being such a good boy. He'll lay outside the room, but doesn't bark, just waits for us to come out. The times that he's seen her, he hasn't barked, just looked at her like "okay, hi." I'm so very proud of him. We're trying to give him extra love so that he won't feel jealous.
Tomorrow, she gets introduced into our routine. I wonder if I'm going to get extra love in the morning again? That was nice. Having her sit on my chest was one of the things I was most hoping that she would do, and she did it within the first 16 hours. I fully expect in a week for her to start waking us up for attention.
She's such a good baby for us. I made her a Google Photo Album should anyone want to follow the adventures of her little beauty blogger self. She has perfect eyeliner after all. I also have a TikTok for her, and may make her an instagram for her beauty pictures.
In a while, I'll brave the toxic poo and go in and get more love from her. Hopefully, she doesn't wake Jess up with either a paw to the face, or the toxic poo. How something that cute and small and adorable can produce something that smells so bad...damn. Just damn.
I fully expect that by the end of the weekend, her album will have over 80 pictures in it. She's so very photogenic. She's also a bit of a perpetual motion machine, so it can be challenging to get good posed shots.
This week, she shall be stuffed back into the carrier and go to her vet visit, so she can be checked out. They can look at her scar, and at her milk production and make sure everything looks good. She's had all her shots, and ways spayed this past Wednesday, so it's strictly a visit to establish care. Yoda has an appt for his vet visit on Tuesday, so I'll try to schedule hers later in the week, or even next Monday would be okay. I don't foresee any problems between now and then.
She's gone in the closet and sniffed the new bed that we got her, but so far she has not graced it with her presence. That's okay. She likes the cat tree and that's what matters. I did order her a new cat fountain to see if she'd like that. She sticks her foot in the water to make it move, so she might like running water. Or, she may stick her head in it and make a huge mess. That's fine too.
So, in summary, she's an adorable, sweet and lovely cat, and I love her so much already. I'm loving the personality that's starting to come out, and I can't wait to see how that evolves.
I may go try to nap a little more, seeing as it's only 4am. Or, I might wait and nap after game for an hour or two. Or even before game. We'll see. Everyone have an amazing Sunday!
