Kittens are born with their eyes shut. They open them in about six days, take a look around, then close them again for the better part of their lives. ~Stephen Baker

Cody, Dash and Dot

Today we decided to move the kittens to the cat patio and see how they do.  They spent the afternoon in the top of the cat tree asleep.  I checked on them often and they really didn’t move from the cat tree.  I also checked on Kiki.  She did not seem anxious because her kittens were gone.

It started raining this evening.  The kittens didn’t seem to mind the sound of the rain on the aluminum roof, and they started exploring the patio.  Rhody was out there.  He sat and watched.  The kittens hissed and even growled, but it had no affect on Rhody.

We’re hoping that by exposing the kittens to our everyday life, they will get used to the sounds of the other cats and the dog. 

When we got Jonesie, he seemed to be startled by the sound of the TV and the radio.  I don’t know where he was kept when he was fostered, but apparently it was pretty quiet.  I would like for these kittens to not be afraid of everyday noise.

Dot’s little “dot” has disappeared.  She is now a solid white cat.  Dash still has her “dot” over her eye and her little “dash” on top of her head.  Cody is the smallest of the three.  She has an orange color to her face and paws, like her mother.  She’s going to be long and slender like Kiki, too. 

Cody is the most outgoing of the kittens.  Dot is friendly too, and Dash is very cautious.  I do think that all three kittens will make good pets though.  They all have their endearing qualities.

We were worried that Kiki would be distraught when we separated her from the kittens.  I checked on her several times tonight and we even thought that maybe we should bring the kittens back to the room to be with their mother for the night.

But, I checked on Kiki just a little while ago, before turning her light off.  She was so relaxed and happy.  I think she is enjoying her night without her kittens.  Charlie said that she probably called the kittens’ dad, Studdly, and asked him to come over.   I think she probably had to leave a message though.  He’s out on the town somewhere. 

More later............

ho·dad (hö'dád) A person who does not surf, but who spends time at surfing beaches pretending to be a surfer.

 Last week I stopped by a friend’s house for just a few minutes.  She was in the hospital for the night and I went in to feed her cats. 

I had pulled up in the driveway, which was a slight incline.  I put my car in ‘Park’ and set the parking brake.  When I got back in my car, I pulled the shift from ‘Park’, but it felt weird, kind of loose, but then I realized that the shifter seemed to be stuck in ‘P’.  I took my foot off the brake and managed to coast back down the driveway, so it couldn’t have been in ‘Park’. 

The street slightly goes downhill so I was able to park at the curb in front of the house.  It was dark.  I got my flashlight to see what gear I was in.  It pointed at Neutral.  But, the shifter was pushed up like in Park.

I called Charlie to come and get me.  He tried to get the shifter out of Park, but couldn’t and didn’t want to pull too hard.  We left the car there for the night. 

I called my mechanic and he said if it was my transmission, he would refer me to a good transmission guy.  I could have the car towed there.  I later talked to him and he said he could look at it in the afternoon.

Since I had some errands to run in the morning, I waited to call the auto club to order a tow truck to meet me at my car.  I gave them the address on “Yosemite Avenue”.  I was questioned if it was avenue, street or way.  I said I thought it was avenue.  The dispatcher said she had it and would send a tow truck.

I drove on over to the address to wait.  While I was in front of my friend’s house, I thought I’d give her a call at the hospital to see if she knew whether she would be discharged that afternoon.  We talked for just a minute and I asked her, “Is your street Yosemite Street or Avenue?”  She said, “It’s not Yosemite, it’s Yellowstone.” 

Then it hit me, I gave the auto club the wrong address!  I quickly said goodbye and called the dispatcher back.  She said she’d change it and let the tow truck guy know.  This was going to take a little longer now.  He had already gone to Yosemite, but there was no such house number there.

I waited awhile longer and finally saw the tow truck coming down the street.  The driver was very nice and I think the wrong address is given more times than not.  He took it in stride.

Then when he looked at my problem, he discovered that the cable on the gear shift was broken.  It was not a transmission problem after all and he said he could tow it to my mechanic.  My auto club membership only pays 7 miles for towing and my mechanic was 12 miles away. 

I called my mechanic and he said I didn’t have to come with the tow truck.  They would take care of the tow charge and add it to my bill.  That loosened me up to go and take care of other things I needed to do.

So, it wound up costing only about $240 including the tow charge.  I picked up my car the next afternoon.

Then, on Saturday morning, Charlie got ready to go and get a haircut.  He came back in and said, “My car won’t start.”  All I could think of was, at least the cars take turns breaking down.  I guess if both were at the mechanic’s, we could drive the RV around........

So, since we really didn’t need both cars, we waited until Monday to work on getting the car running.  We suspected the battery so Charlie checked the battery and it was an AC/Delco.  We knew it was the original one which came with the car.  The car is a 2004, so the battery was about 7 years old.  But, we had no indication that the battery was dying.  The car was starting just fine before.

Our neighbor, Mr. Pat, knows all about cars.  Since the battery was not easily accessible and Charlie is not the mechanic type, he asked Mr. Pat to take a look. 

Two events were taking place that night: Monday Night Football, which Mr. Pat NEVER misses and a raid in the computer game, World of Warcraft, which Charlie’s character, “Wild”, hardly ever misses.  Changing this battery should have been a piece of cake, but ..........

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Charlie, explaining to one of his Warcraft friends (printed with his permission of course):
“Wild almost missed the raid on Monday night.  My car battery died on me.  Fortunately, it happened in my driveway, so the only place I was stuck was at home.  I am the world’s worst mechanic.  I have absolutely no skills in that department, but my neighbor across the street used to build his own race cars and he loves it when I come over and ask him to teach me something.  It was late in the afternoon and I wanted to get it fixed before my neighbor settled in for Monday Night Football.

I can and have changed out our RV engine battery before, but in my car the battery is buried under the fuse box and the chassis frame.  That was more taking apart of stuff than I was comfortable taking on by myself.  Plus, my neighbor has a garage full of cool tools we can use.  I borrowed the Mrs’ car and went off to buy a new battery while my neighbor gathered up his toys.  The job shouldn’t have taken very long, but then sometimes the simplest things can get complicated.

We had a hard time getting the fuse box out of the way so that we could unbolt a section of the frame to get at the battery.  Once we had that taken apart, and removed the piece of frame in the way, we were able to pull the old battery out.  The trouble started after we dropped the new battery in and started screwing in the bolt that holds the battery to the frame.  The under bolt, which is held in place by a heavy plastic pad, failed when the bolt was tightened down.  We then had to remove the plastic pad to get at the under bolt.  The plastic around the bolt had broken and we could not anchor down the battery. 

My neighbor doesn’t let such things bother him.  Me, I would have called Pep Boys or someone and tried to buy a new pad for the battery.  Instead, my neighbor carted the bolts and pad back to his garage.  First we retooled both the under bolt and the top bolt because the parts had been stripped (“we” because I was standing next to him while he did it).  He had tools to clean and regroove the bolts.  That took some time, and all the while my neighbor was explaining what each tool was called and how it was used.  It was all very fascinating, but I knew I wouldn’t remember any of it.

After retooling the bolts, we tackled the thick plastic pad.  My neighbor found some pieces of plastic, charged up his torch, and with my help (holding the plastic pieces with a pair of pliers) we melted that plastic around the broken areas so that the under bolt wouldn’t turn when we tightened it down.  That took awhile, too, when you consider I managed to break the half repaired pad before it had cooled enough to harden.  So we had to do it twice.

By the time we were ready to go back to the car it was starting to get dark - and it was pretty cold, too.  I was still in shorts and sandals.  We worked by flashlight and the time was getting close to the raid invite of 6pm.  We got the pad back into place, dropped the new battery back in again, and after some twisting and turning we got the battery anchored to the frame.  The melted plastic “fix” worked just fine.  It was even harder to get the fuse box back where it belonged than it had been to take it off, and we almost forgot to ratchet down the piece of frame we’d had to remove.  That would have been a real bummer as we’d have had to take everything apart again.  We caught ourselves in time, though.  With everything back in place, I started the car and everything was fine.

I helped pack up the tools and walked back to the garage with my neighbor.  I owe him a big favor.  I got to my computer five minutes before the raid was scheduled to start.

Invites didn’t go out until about 6:15pm for the raid, and Wild was in game by that time.  The Mrs had a hot bowl of soup ready for me and that hit the spot all the way down to my frozen toes (ok, so 50 degrees isn’t “frozen” but hey it’s California!).
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No, I really don’t mind being referred to as “The Mrs”, because to the people who Charlie plays with, I’m faceless and I’m sure they have a picture in their minds of this short, plump little rosy-faced “Mrs” who makes hot bowls of soup for her “Mr” who has been out putting a new battery in his car.

I didn't go out to see how the mechanics were doing.  I didn't hear any loud cussing, so I figured they were okay.  I'm glad I made some soup though.


We deal with our cars our own way.  I just call the tow truck...to the wrong address.
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Inside Hodads

Yesterday, Charlie and I went with our friends, Karen and Greg, to “Hodad’s, a burger joint in Ocean Beach.  They had been there before, but we hadn’t.  We will definitely be going back.  It was great.
Hodads opened in 1969.  It’s about a block or so from the beach.  Its walls are lined with vanity license plates from around the nation; surfboards are strung above the dining room. Seating includes hard wood booths and a counter along the wall with stools. Each booth is outfitted with a cardboard container that once held a six-pack of beer bottles. The half-dozen compartments are now used to store sugar and sweeteners for coffee.  Hodad’s motto, on a sign above the cash register: “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem!”

One of the booths where you can sit to eat is the front part of a Volkswagen bus, which seats two.  Karen and Greg said that they sat there and ate one time.  I looked over at the couple who were sitting there eating.  I don’t think I would want to sit in the bus.  It just got too much attention.    
The burgers are amazing.  They are available in three sizes (mini, single, and double), as cheeseburgers or bacon cheeseburgers, solo or as part of a basket with a pile of French fries or Frings (onion rings and french fries). 

This is double

Charlie and I ordered the single bacon cheeseburger, which we split.  We were warned that they were huge and we’re glad we listened.  Neither one of us would have been able to eat a whole one.  The menu warns that all burgers come with all condiments (lettuce, tomato, onion, pickle, mayo, mustard, and ketchup) “unless you say otherwise”.  We said “no ketchup”.

I made the mistake of taking the paper from my burger.  It’s there to keep the burger together and mine disintegrated.  But, I managed to eat it anyway, although it was messy and I went through 6 or 7 napkins. 

Could you drink one of these?

Charlie and Greg each had a chocolate malt.  I’ve never seen anything like it, but they both finished them, along with the burgers and fries.  We can’t wait for someone to visit us from out of town so we can take them to Hodads.


(I didn't take these pictures.  They are from the website)
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Today we took our little rescued mama cat, Kiki, to the vet to be spayed.  She did fine.  We picked her up this afternoon.  The vet said that Kiki was in heat.  Thank goodness we brought her and the kittens home.  Her kittens are barely 6 weeks old and if she had stayed outside, she would be getting ready to have another litter. 

We do have someone interested in Cody (Woody), the tabby kitten.  The two white ones, Dot and Dash, along with Kiki, will be sponsored by the same animal rescue service that we adopted Jonesie from last December.  Kiki has to go back to the vet in a couple of weeks to have her sutures removed.  The kittens are scheduled to be spayed on December 16.  Then Cody will be able to go to her new home. 

We’ve really enjoyed having kittens in the house.  Finding a new home  for them is bitter-sweet though.  But, when we brought them home with us, we knew we couldn’t keep them.  That’s not why we rescued them.  Now they and their mom have a chance to go to a home where they will be loved and cared for.

More later...........   

Purranoia.....the fear that your cat is up to something. - Unknown

Last week we noticed some bumps and sores on Kaci’s chin.  Charlie had told me that he noticed something on her chin earlier, but he thought it was dried food or something.  He said when he scratched it, she seemed to like it.  I couldn’t imagine how she got food on her chin because she’s always been such a fastidious groomer.

Several years ago Toby’s chin looked dirty and when I felt it, it was bumpy.  We took him to the vet and discovered he had “cat acne”.  It was caused from using plastic food bowls.  Something in the material irritated the chin when it rubbed on the side of the bowl.  We got a cream to rub on the chin and it went away.  We also started using only glass food dishes.

Kaci only eats from glass dishes, so we were a little concerned about the bumpy chin.  The sores also looked open.  I could also feel a large bump.  With what we went through already with Taz and his cancer last year, we don’t take anything for granted.
 
Charlie took Kaci to the vet.  Sure enough, it was diagnosed as “acne”.  Charlie texted me and said “Kaci has zits”.  The doctor “popped” the big one.  I asked how and Charlie said, “Between her fingers”.   Just like we would take care of a zit on our face.

We were given a cream to apply twice a day to Kaci’s acne.  At first she protested, but then she decided it felt pretty good to have her chin rubbed, any way she could get it.

Kaci

This morning I was petting Kaci and rubbed her chin to check the acne.  I was surprised to feel a HUGE bump further up under her chin.  Upon checking it, it looked like it was full of fluid.  Still paranoid about bumps, we made an appointment to take her back to the vet.

Charlie texted me, “Kaci has a BIGGER zit.  She’s got antibiotics to take”.

When he got home, he said the vet had popped it.  Again I said, “How?”  He put his two index fingers together and demonstrated.  I said, “That must have hurt!”  He said, “Kaci actually seemed to not notice”.  I thought that by the size of that thing, they would have to lance it or something.  The vet said that it actually had a little head on it so it was ready to blow (my words, not the vet’s).

So, we have two weeks of Clavamox pills to give to Kaci, twice a day.  The doctor said that they don’t know why cats get this chin acne.  Like people, cats can have skin problems too.  I’m just glad it’s not anything more serious than acne.

Our seven month old kitten, Rhody, is as big as an adult cat now.  He’s over 10 pounds and still growing.  We don’t know what we have here.

Rhody

When we went over to get him from my friend, Sandi, she told us that they had lost Rhody in the house one time and her husband started calling him “Chewbacca”, the Wookiee from Star Wars, just to have a name to call him. Of course, we thought that was cute, but there was no way we were going to name our new kitten “Chewbacca” or “Chewie”.  He became Rhody.

As Rhody grows, he is starting to look more and more like a Wookiee, so that was not such a far-out name for him.  When I pick him up I call him my little Wookiee.  He’s not a long haired cat, but he has a lot of fur and a really fluffy tail.

I’ve seen pictures of cats like him at the shelters and they describe them as Russian Blues.  I looked up the Russian Blue breed to see if that is really what Rhody is.  Of course, I wasn’t thinking a pure bred, but maybe he was of that breed.  I found that:

The Russian Blue cat breed originated in the Russian port of Archangel. As a result it is also known as an Archangel cat, along with Foreign Blue, Spanish Blue, Russian Shorthair and Maltese cat breed.  Rhody is not really a shorthair.

What Is Special About Russian Blue Cats?

The most special trademark of these breed of cats is emerald green eyes. Rhody’s eyes are not emerald green.  They are kind of yellowish green.  This is a fairly new color for Russian Blue cat eyes, which are usually yellow. These cats have very dense fur coats that are very soft and double layered. He does have this coat.  The undercoat is extremely thick and comes in solid colors of black, white and blue.

A Russian Blue (love those green eyes)

Physical Attributes Of The Russian Blue Cat

Although these breed of cats have a muscular body, they are not heavy. That rules Rhody out. Russian blue cats have almond-shaped eyes that are widely spaced, and their ears are pointed.  His eyes aren’t almond, but they are widely spaced and his ears are pointed.  Their silhouette is slender and graceful. No, not Rhody.  They tend to weigh anywhere between seven and twelve pounds, (he weighs almost 11 pounds already) and have a lifespan of around thirteen to fifteen years (let’s hope this is true with Rhody).

Russian Blue Cats As Pets

Russian Blue cats make great indoor pets because they are the least destructive of all cats. Again, this is not Rhody.  This cat is the most destructive kitten we’ve seen and very clumsy.  They tend to be very cautious when it comes to new things, so be wary of changing its environment and introducing it to strangers. He does run and hide when people come to the house, but so do all of our other cats.  Regular brushing of their coats is needed for them to remain lustrous and healthy. Apart from that, they are easy to care for.  Rhody has a beautiful coat, but that fluffy tail does get him into trouble in the litterbox.  We have had to trim it so it will be easier for him to maneuver his potty routine.

From the picture, Rhody is not a Russian Blue.  But, he is a big, beautiful blue kitten and we don’t need papers on any of our cats to know they’re special to us.

Aren't they cute?

Who's entertaining who?  Rhody is in the pen too.

Me with Dot and Dash

The kittens are getting bigger every day.  The mother, Kiki, is going to be spayed this week.  We set up a play pen in the family room for the kittens.  By putting them in the pen, they are exposed to TV noise and some of the other cats in the house.  They do not like Sheila though.  Fear of dogs is something that they will have to overcome and maybe never will.
 
More later.........

It is in the nature of cats to do a certain amount of unescorted roaming-- Adlai Stevenson

Lexi with the long hair

Lexi seems to be doing okay on her thyroid meds.  She gets the gel in her ear twice a day.  I think it has helped her appetite.  She’s always ready for breakfast and dinner, but she doesn’t seem to be starving.  Of course she has access to dry food all day.  We want to get her regulated so she can maintain a good weight.  She will go back for a blood test after December 4.  Hopefully the meds are working and we can get the right dosage.

Rhody (left) and Jonesie

The Twins, Kaci (left) and Jason

We started allowing our younger cats, Jonesie, Rhody, Jason and Kaci outside this past summer.  It was a new world for them and they really enjoyed it.  But, just as we thought, they would soon start wondering what is beyond the six foot high fence.

Jonesie was the first to find himself in our neighbor’s yard behind us.  I was checking to see where everyone was, which I do about every 10 to 15 minutes.  I found everyone but Jonesie.  I called and called him.  Finally, I heard a frantic meow coming from somewhere.  Charlie looked over the fence and there was Jonesie, a very scared little cat, looking up at him.  He obviously couldn’t jump back up that high.

I walked around to the neighbor’s house and they let me in their backyard.  When Jonesie saw me, he came running down the hillside to me.  I brought a blanket to wrap him in and carried him home.  I was hoping that he wouldn’t do that again, because he had been so scared.

But, no, a few days later I was looking for him and he had gotten down into that yard again.  As Charlie leaned over the fence, this time, Jonesie was looking for a way to come back over.  I went back around and into the yard.  This time, Jonesie wasn’t as scared, so I had to coax him to me.  I carried him home and put him inside, his time in the yard was over for the day.

The next time he went over the fence, it was into the yard of our neighbor next door.  He couldn’t get back and I went next door to get him.  This time I could just hand him up to Charlie.

A week or so later, he was in the yard of the neighbor on the other side.  I heard him meowing like he was afraid.  As I stood on a chair to look over the fence to see him, he jumped to the top of the fence and we met face to face.  I think my neighbor had come out into her yard when she heard him meowing.  That’s what scared him and gave him the adrenaline to jump up on the fence.  Now he knows he can do it.

So, I kept him in for a few days, hoping that he would realize that he shouldn’t be leaving the yard.  But, then we had such a nice warm day, I decided I would sit outside and read for awhile.  Of course, the cats wanted out too.  I thought it would be okay since I was outside too.

I kept a close eye on them and everything was fine.  I went inside for a few minutes and came back to do a head count.  I couldn’t find Jonesie.  Charlie heard me calling him so he came out.  That’s when we saw Jonesie walking on top of the fence.  We got him down and brought him inside.

Jason was also discovering the front yard about this time.  I was in the bedroom, which looks out into the front yard.  I saw Jason walking by.  I went outside and finally caught him.  He didn’t get a second chance.  It was house arrest for him.  He must have seen Mr. Creme jump the fence and go into the front yard.

Mr. Creme (left) and Toby

Mr. Creme is the only one that we allow outside every day.  He usually goes out first thing every morning.  He likes to snoop around the backyard a little, spray a few bushes and then he jumps the fence to see what’s going on in the front yard.  Since Mr. Creme stays in our garage and is not allowed in the house (he can’t help but spray), we feel like he needs to have his time outside.

A couple of weeks ago I noticed that Mr. Creme was limping.  I think he must have landed wrong when he jumped down from the fence.  I started opening the gate for him so he could go out into the front without having to jump so high.  He’ll he 12 years old in March.

His limp cleared up, but now when I let him outside into the backyard from the garage, he walks over to the gate and looks back at me like “Haven’t you forgotten something?”  So, of course, I open the gate.  It’s an entitlement now.

After a couple of hours outside, Mr. Creme comes to the front door when he’s ready to come back inside.  He walks in and then straight into the garage, gets a bite to eat and then up to the top of the dryer for nap.  He has his routine and we all know it.


Mr. Creme really missed his brother, Toby, when Toby passed away this past June.  They were raised together and were always together. They both stayed in the garage.  We miss Toby too, Mr. Creme. 

If both of us leave the house before Mr. Creme is back, we call him and put him inside.  I don’t really want him outside if we’re not home.  I worry something will happen to him.

We may decide to just keep the young cats inside now.  We’ve gone through this with all of our cats.  We like for them to be able to be outside with us, especially when the weather is so nice.  It’s just that we don’t want them to leave the yard.  So much can happen to them, even though we are home to watch them:

Our little outdoors girl, Lexi

Like the time Lexi got stung by a bee when she was a “teenager”.  It was so pitiful.  She ran into the house and I knew something was wrong.  We found her under the bed.  We got her out and she was making such a pitiful sound.  The stinger was still in her paw, but we removed it and put a cool washcloth on it.  She was fine.

Another time, Grady dislocated his hip somehow.  We had brought all of the cats inside to feed dinner.  Grady was missing, but I knew he was inside somewhere. We found him in a closet, obviously in pain.

Naturally it was the Monday of a Memorial Day weekend.  But, we took him to emergency for care.  They got his hip back into joint, but in a few days, it was out again.  They suggested a routine surgery to make the socket capable of holding the joint in place.

While performing the surgery, Grady’s leg broke, just at the curve of the back leg.  It had to be set and pinned and he had to wear a taped up brace for about six or eight weeks.  Then when the break healed, they had to take out the pin.  It was a long process, but we couldn’t have had a better little patient than Grady.

Grady with his "potted plant", a pot of grass for him since he couldn't be in the yard

When we went outside to sit on the patio, we let the cats out.  Grady wanted to come out too, so we made a little fenced in area, put a rug down, made him a bed and he stayed in that.  He never tried to get out of it.  He was happy to be outside with us.  We miss Grady.

Jezibel likes to drink water from the faucet

And then there was the time when Jezibel was in our front yard and she got chased and attacked by two dogs who had gotten loose from their yard up the street.  That was another emergency visit.  We were so lucky that no bones were broken and no muscle tissue was damaged.  She had a severe bite which caused her lots of pain, but after a night in the hospital and some special care at home, she recuperated.  Of course, she milked it for all it was worth.  But, even as stubborn as she can be, she was a good patient too.

I think I just talked myself into keeping the cats inside forever now.....sorry, Jonesie and Jason!

More later..........