Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A Threesome

My three foster kittens are really no longer tiny kittens.  Clementine, Doodle and Parker have been with me since before the beginning of summer.  Often when you rescue older kittens, they don't get adopted through the summer months as there becomes a bit of a snatch-n-grab for the little guys.   

They've grown up at my house, and I've bonded with them so much that I'm starting to seek out little Doodle as my "nap buddy".  He lays on my chest and purr's until we both doze off.  We've all become very attached to these guys and they have become very attached to each other. 

Yesterday, Clementine proudly carried in a (very much alive) Chipmunk in her mouth from the "enclosed" cat den.  I won't go into details, but my son and I ended up tearing up the basement trying to recapture the terrified little thing.  When he finally scurried deep into the bowels of the storage part of the basement we had to give up.  Until...

...David and I came in from our evening walk with our geriatric dog Maggie.  We heard a flurry of activity coming from the living room and Doodle growling as he does when he has a play mouse in his mouth.  Several of the cats had poofed tails and I *knew*.   I screamed for David as I found Doodle with the (very much alive) Chipmunk in his mouth. 

I'm running in place screaming.  "DO SOMETHING!!!!"  David casually picks up Doodle, with the Chipmunk still in the mouth and walks out the front door.  David gives Doodle a little shake and he drops the little Chipmunk who scurries away - no doubt trying to find his chipmunk buddies to tell him about his "really bad day!" 

I don't know where this blog post is going tonight.  I wish my little guys would get adopted, but I'm in no hurry.  There's always something fun and exciting with Clementine, Parker and Doodle around.  They're always game to play "Kiss yer Mommy" with me. 

Until they get adopted, I can't foster the next little guy that needs me.  So I wait and hope. 

But I'm not hoping TOO much.

9 comments:

Deb said...

You make me laugh. I need that today. I won't tell you how many bodies I have found in my driveway since my daughter's cat Joe is staying with us. He never wants to be in the house and he is a holy terror. He now wears a bell and all that seems to do is announce to the victim that they are 'toast'. Deb (from mice-free Carleton Place)

Debbie said...

Oh my goodness, they are sooooo cute!!!!
How do you tell them a part??
The hard part of fostering is not
getting attached :)

HomeToMany said...

Haha!! I had a baby squirrel in my den once. My son pointed at it when we had our back to the window and he was saying "mouse, mouse". We not only have the swinging door, but we also have to have one window completely open for the not so swift kitties who don't understand the door yet (yes, it has been 19 months and some still can't figure it out)
And of course we can't forget the full grown squirrel who got stuck and I had to use a BBQ brush and some vegetable oil to free. These poor little critters aren't too swift either.

Love your little guys!!! I am so happy that the little chipmunk was saved and the cats had some fun. An eventful day for all.

Justine said...

Oh Beth, thank you, that post made me smile and laugh so much! lol especially picturing you running in placee screaming and what I imagine was David with an utterly calm face picking up Doodle and dealing with the issue hehe

Jenn said...

oh, they are CUTE. I love me some tabbies.

Kea said...

Oh, I thought it was bad enough to have an Eastern Milk Snake in my garden last week and deal with getting it out of the enclosed back space so Nicki wouldn't kill it. But a live chipmunk in the house? They're adorable, but I'd freak, not because I'm scared of them, but because it would be so difficult to get it out safely!

I'm really amazed your little chippie made it out alive. LOL.

Erika said...

Hahaha that just reminds me of a story about my sister and our old cat who happened to be chasing a chipmunk who saw my sister as an opportunity to be free and ran right up her shirt out the top and jumped, running away with the cat after it. My sister learned to never go near a cat with a live animal!

Julie said...

My female kitty Bon bons, actually greeted me one morning with a gift on my pillow, while announcing her present to me with lovely meows and needing on my back as I was sleeping on my stomach. I rolled over after awakening from my REM to find...she never brought me anything again. I must have screamed so loud...

Great story Beth, poor Chippy! Rough day for Chippy indeed...

Caroline said...

Hi All

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