Kitties, Bunnies, Chickens & WASPS!!!

You’ll have to wait til the end for the punch line.  First let me tell you how my day started. I finally figured out a good place to keep Graycie until I can get her adopted to a good home.  The Buster/Graycie experiment is not working and it’s also upsetting Buster a lot.  He’s started trying new places to pee instead of his litter box, and this is an indicator that he’s very unhappy with a new bunny in the house, and he’s marking his territory the only way he knows how.  So I put Buster back in his beloved laundry room AND we’ve stopped trying to introduce Graycie to him.  He immediately went back to his good litter box manners and he seems back to normal.  Buster is old now and I’m never going to try to bond him with another bunny again.  If I foster buns in the future, I’ll just keep them out of his sight and smell. Which brings me to the habitat I made for Graycie yesterday.  It has all the essential bunny accoutrement needed for a happy, healthy House Rabbit.

Water jug, pellet bowl, wicker basket for chewing, hay, more chew toys, cubby cardboard house & litter box.

Old piece of carpet, water jug, pellet bowl, wicker basket for chewing, hay, more chew toys, cubby cardboard house & litter box.

Thanks to my pal Susan for providing the doggie fencing.  I used half of it for inside and the other half for the yard so Graycie could enjoy the outdoors in safety.

This green stuff is called what?  Grass???  Grass is awesome!

This green stuff is called what? Grass??? Grass is awesome!

 I even let her cruise around the yard while I walked behind her.  I’m pretty sure this is her first experience with the outside.

A whole herb garden just for me???

A whole herb garden just for me???

Of course Buster runs around in the yard all the time and Graycie was envious of his freedom to roam.

This is MY yard!  My roses, MY ivy, MY rock!

This is MY yard! My roses, MY ivy, MY rock!

Try to be a bit more gracious with our houseguest Buster!

So with the animals happy in their safe environments, I began trimming my overgrown shrubs.  A project I started yesterday, I was looking forward to finishing it today, and then mowing the yard and cleaning up my filthy house for my houseguests who are arriving tomorrow for a weekend visit.  I actually love sweaty yard work and was weirdly excited to get my shrubs looking all nice and tidy and beautifying my casa to show off for my visitors.  I trimmed shrubs for about 90 seconds when I felt a searing pain on my cheek.  Having been stung by wasps many times in the past I recognized that feeling immediately and rushed into the house to cut a potato.  CUT A POTATO  you say?  Yes, you see, just this week I had read a comment on our neighborhood FB page about applying a cut potato to a wasp sting immediately after it happens. It’s SUPPOSED to kill the pain and stop swelling.  WELL GUESS WHAT???  That must have been a MAGIC tater, because this sting hurt worse than all of my other wasps stings COMBINED!  Within 10 minutes one side of my face looked like Vito Corleone, and the pain was pulsing and fierce! I’m not normally a baby about this stuff.  I’ve been attacked by a mamma foster cat, (still have a scar on my ankle), been bitten by two moccasins, (0ne cottonmouth, one water) and as I said, been stung by a squadron of wasps, but this sting started to scare me when my ears started tingling, and I developed hives on my chest and arms.  I’ve also had cancer twice, and had natural childbirth (I do not recommend this to ANYONE!)  I say all this not to prove that I am an Amazon queen who is impervious to pain, but to tell you that this wasp sting made me want my MOMMY!  I did the next best thing and called Jim.  He came home from work, and drove me to the Urgent Care.  The doctor said I was having a mild reaction and that as long as I could breathe and my throat wasn’t closing up, I was probably going to be fine.  Easy for him to say.  Quasimoto was entertaining houseguests within 24 hours!  He gave me steroids and Benadryl in an IV and said to go home and take a snooze on the couch for the rest of the day.

Actually I am home and feeling much better.  The swelling has gone down considerably and the pain is almost zero.  I should be groovy by tomorrow morning giving me time to prepare for visitors, but Jim is going to have to finish those DAMN shrubs.  Please pardon my French but I WILL NEVER TRIM SHRUBS AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE!

Now I am going to do something incredibly stupid.  I am going to post a picture of my face at the height of the swelling and redness.  This is very unwise of me because I look terrible for many reasons, not the least of which is the wasp sting.  Since I was engaging in yard work at the time, I am not wearing any make up.  It was hot out and I have been sweating.  My hair is in need of a washing.  And my expression, as you may imagine is not a happy one.  OK, get the children out of the room.  Here it comes…

SEXY!

SEXY!

The lovely necklace of hives adds even more “Ooh La La” don’t you think?

So I wish you all a happy & “wasp-free” day.  I must go now.  I have an appointment with daytime TV, a comfy couch & an assortment of steroids, Benadryl and Advil.  Jealous?

Creature Feature

A few weeks back I was posting a lot of turtle rescues.  It seemed that at least once a week I was finding an injured turtle in the road and bringing them to my back yard to recuperate.  Some of them stayed a while and some disappeared into thin air.  My back yard is fenced and although it’s not impossible for a turtle to escape, I just couldn’t see where it was happening.  The last rescue was a water turtle (only slightly injured, not serious) and a box turtle who was completely unharmed.  I let the water turtle go in the lake in front of my house and put I put “Speedy” in the back yard to live on our animal farm.  I never saw Speedy again.  I assumed he was one of the great escape artists and that he had found a way to freedom.  Then about 4 weeks later, I saw his bad self strutting across the back yard with his head held high.

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All the critters were curious about him so we had a little photo shoot.

Bobbi Sue could not understand the "moving" rock.

Bobbi Sue could not understand the “moving” rock.

Do you have a TV in there?

Do you have a TV in there?

Wanna race?

Wanna race?

I could not figure out where this guy lived for so long without being seen.  I finally found his secret hideout while I was filling a water bowl for the outside critters.

Not too shabby huh?

Not too shabby huh?

He sure picked a pretty house.  Speedy lives behind my impatiens.  I keep them watered very well so he has a dark, cool, moist house on hot summer days.  He drinks from the shallow yellow bowl and eats slugs from the underside of it.  Yum!

Do turtles bite?

Do turtles bite?

No Rowdy, this guy just cruises the yard in search of tasty slugs and tender greens.  You’re safe big girl.

Speaking of “safe”, GT has decided that our porch is a pretty chill spot to hang out.  He’s gotten used to our cats and you can regularly see him stretched out next to an assortment of Burlingame animals.

Sam, Rowdy & GT.

Sam, Rowdy & GT.

Shortly after I took this photo, a mystery kitty snuck up to the food bowl to grab a snack.

Should we chase that guy?  Naaaaa, it's too hot.

Should we chase that guy? Naaaaa, it’s too hot.

I’m also having some success in taming the old guy.  I put his breakfast just inside the dining room door now and he nervously comes just inside to eat in the morning.

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As for our foster creature, Graycie, things are not going too well in the area of making friends with Buster.  More on this later, but for now, we have to keep them separated since she will not succumb to the charms of our sweet old Bun.

He's just not my type.

He’s just not my type.

Lastly, here are a couple of creatures who came over for dinner this week.

Susan, aren't so SO proud of me for not making a joke about "watermelons"?

Susan, aren’t so SO proud of me for not making a joke about “watermelons”?

It took every ounce of restraint I had!

:)

Mandatory Friends

My house is too small to house two separate bunny habitats, so we are starting to introduce Buster & Graycie to each other in hopes that they make a love connection (or at least a “like” connection).  This is one of the hard parts of having rabbits as pets because 0n RARE occasions, no matter how hard you try, you cannot get bunnies to bond.  It’s not easy, but you have to keep trying for a long time and eventually, most rabbits will decide that it’s fun to have a pal to snuggle with, share treats, and groom each other.  Our fist attempt was mildly successful.

Listen Graycie, Buster is a pretty chill bunny.  You gotta give him a chance, OK?

Listen Graycie, Buster is a pretty chill bunny. You gotta give him a chance, OK?

Don't worry Buster, we won't let her hurt you.

Don’t worry Buster, we won’t let her hurt you.

But I don't WANT to share my salad!

But I don’t WANT to share my salad!

OK, maybe you can have a little bit.

OK, maybe you can have a little bit.

These two had a short snack together without any drama, but as soon as the greens were gone, Miss Graycie got all up in Buster’s bizness and he did not like it one bit!  Since Jim and I were both sitting on the floor with them, we quickly separated them and put them back in their corners and no harm was done.  Bunnies are STRONG, and they have teeth and claws that can injure in even kill another bun, so two un-bonded bunnies should NEVER be left unsupervised.  Plus, Buster is an old gentleman and Graycie is a young, willful, mischievous rabbit and she could seriously hurt Buster if we didn’t separate them.  So, for now, Graycie has the office, and Buster is nearby in the hallway where he can see her and smell her, but they are separated by a baby gate.  Until I procure some doggy fencing, from a friend, I’ve done my best to block access to all power cords (and there are many) in our office.  I thought I had done a good job the first night Graycie stayed with us, but later in the evening when we couldn’t connect to the internet, we discovered that she managed to thwart my efforts and eat through some cables.  So Jim got out his wire splicing kit (a must have for bunny owners!) and fixed the cables and I piled anything I could find around the edges of the outlets to keep GRAYCIE THE DESTROYER away from any cords.

No, it doesn't look too stylish, but it gets the job done.

No, it doesn’t look too stylish, but it gets the job done.

More on bunny socialization later.  I wanted to share a recent EBay acquisition.  The gal who painted our awesome backsplash mural had a trivet on auction that I really needed!

Is this what I really look like?

Is this what I really look like?

Yep! :)

 

Make Way For Graycie

I go to the shelter at least once a week to replenish bunny supplies and check on the new buns up for adoption.  I really do not like to see bunnies at the shelter because I know they were bought at a pet store on impulse, by a parent who relented to their child begging for a cute pet.  Bunnies are GREAT pets and wonderful additions to a family, but most people have no clue what is needed to keep a bunny happy & healthy.  I’ll talk more about this subject later, but for now I’ll tell you about my new foster baby.  At the shelter, Graycie was placed in a cage with her pal Freddy.  Freddy is an old un-neutered male bunny with floppy ears, fluffy black fur and apparently enough libido left in his elderly bod to impregnate  a female.  Another pet peeve of mine–ALL PET BUNS SHOULD BE SPAYED OR NEUTERED REGARDLESS OF RISK OF PREGNANCY!!!  Breathe, Debbie, breathe…OK, I’ll calm down and explain the rest of the bunny drama now and try very hard to reserve my frustration for another post.

The last thing the world (or the shelter) needs is more homeless bunnies, so I offered to take her to my vet to have her spayed.  The Montgomery County Spay & Neuter clinic do not neuter rabbits because they don’t have the expertise, nor the funding from the county.  But my vet, Dr. Glasscock from Goodwin Animal Hospital (HUGE SHOUT OUT TO THESE GOOD FOLKS!) did the procedure for what it would cost the spay/neuter clinic to fix a cat.  This, as you can imagine is significantly reduced from the regular cost of fixing a rabbit.  Graycie is now living with us while she recovers and the Montgomery Humane Shelter is going to let me adopt her from here.  Here is the timeline of events for the story of our new visitor, Graycie The Bunny…

I bring Graycie home and let her transition from the carrier to her temporary cage at her own pace.

I bring Graycie home and let her transition from the carrier to her temporary cage at her own pace.

Rowdy was very curious about the new visitor.  Graycie had to spend the night with me prior to surgery since I had to have her at the vet before 7:30.  Here she is waiting to meet Dr. G. the next morning.

I'm NOT coming out!

I’m NOT coming out!

OK, maybe I'll just check things out.

OK, maybe I’ll just check things out.

The surgery went well, and Dr. Glasscock said her pregnancy was so new, that the procedure was not anymore involved than a regular spay.

So I took her home that afternoon and had her recovery center all ready for her.

litter box with hay, water bowl, pellets, chew toys, soft rug--Check!

litter box with hay, water bowl, pellets, chew toys, soft rug–Check!

 

Later we moved her cage to the office where we could shut the doors but leave her cage door open in case she wanted to stretch her legs.
Later we moved her cage to the office where we could shut the doors but leave her cage door open in case she wanted to stretch her legs.

Also, I took out the litter box because she just seemed confused by it.  We’ll work on litter box training after she feels better.  Plus bunnies usually just pick a corner to pee & poop in because they’re very neat and tidy animals. We left her alone for the night and gave her some pain medicine just before bed.  The next morning she looked happy and curious, so I let her have a visitor.

This is a weely funny lookin' cat!

This is a weely funny lookin’ cat!

Hey you, turn around!

Hey you, turn around!

My name is Bobbi Sue, how do you do?

My name is Bobbi Sue, how do you do?

You're gonna like it here Miss Graycie.  But I have to leave tomorrow.  :(

You’re gonna like it here Miss Graycie. But I have to leave tomorrow. :(

Later another curious kitty wanted to meet the new bunny.

Mr. Mulder, meet Miss Graycie, I think you'll like her.

Mr. Mulder, meet Miss Graycie, I think you’ll like her.

OK, maybe later.

OK, maybe later.

More on my new foster pet and more on Bunny education if you can stand it.  I plan to use my blog and some other social media to find this fabulous young lady a forever home.  Until I do, we’re going to have lots o’ fun with brand new bun!

 

 

 

New Foster Creature

I have a new “animal” in my house for a while.  I was going to make a post about her this morning but while I was downloading and editing pictures, I found some unpublished pics of Bobbi Sue, so forgive me for lingering on the subject of my last foster pet, I could not let these go without sharing.

Rowdy actually got to know Bobbi Sue a bit and taught her about the magic of relaxing in a sunbeam.

Rowdy actually got to know Bobbi Sue a bit and taught her about the magic of relaxing in a sunbeam.

She eventually let this little one snuggle with her once or twice. There is NO softer place than a Rowdy tummy.

She eventually let this little one snuggle with her once or twice. There is NO softer place than a Rowdy tummy.

And here are two more pictures of Jim and Bobbi Sue sleeping on the couch.  I could fill an album with photos of Jim sleeping with foster kittens on the couch and it would be THE BEST PHOTO ALBUM EVAH!

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It’s long been his habit to spend the foster’s last night having a sleepover on the couch and this was no exception.

Will they have couches like this at the shelter??? :(

Will they have couches like this at the shelter??? :(

I can’t promise these are the last photos I’ll share of Bobbi Sue, but for now I’d like to introduce you to my new foster critter.

Meet Graycie :)

Meet Graycie :)

 

Boo Hoo Bobbi Sue

I’m getting my little foster baby ready for her trip back to MHS.  This one is particularly hard because Bobbi Sue really carved a niche in our hearts.  She’s one of the most relaxed and happy kittens we’ve ever had in our home.  We will miss her very much.

She really made herself at home here.

She really made herself at home here.

And found so many nice places to take a cat nap.

And found so many nice places to take a cat nap.

Her favorite place was Jim's lap unless it was already occupied.

Her favorite place was Jim’s lap unless it was already occupied.

She weighs over two pounds and she’s been “socialized” to the max, so I can’t keep her here anymore.  She’ll have a scary adventure at the spay/neuter clinic, but after that she’ll meet other kittens at the shelter, and charm her way into a forever home.  I know I’m gonna cry, but I’ll try to keep it to a few quiet, dignified tears.  Who am I kidding, I’m gonna blubber like a Niagara Falls.  :(

It Takes a Village…

To get a cat to Germany.

You’ll remember that my pals Tama & Dennis relocated to Germany last month.  Well, they have arrived and are now in temporary housing while they look for a permanent home.  They crossed the Atlantic on the Queen Mary II with their two doggies, but Trixie, their cat, did not have a berth on the boat.  So a CAT TRANSPORTATION TEAM was mobilized with detailed instructions regarding Trixie’s relocation adventure.  More on that later, but first I’d like to tell you how the Adams Family moves to another country.

First you plan a blowout vaca to Disney World to soften the blow of having to depart the good Old USA.

Poor Tama, having to endure the trials of moving.

Poor Tama. looks like moving has been so difficult.

Then you fly your daughter to Florida to join you for more fun in Disney World and all the new Harry Potter attractions at Universal Studios as well.

Meggie is taking the summer off from college to move with the family to Germania.

Meggie is taking the summer off from college to move with the family to Germania.

Then you drive to NYC and spend the night in a fabulous hotel the night before boarding the ship.

Meggie looks especially stressed out with all these new changes.

Meggie looks especially stressed out with all these new changes.

A Doggie/Dennis sammich.

A Doggie/Dennis sammich.

Then you board a luxurious ocean liner and move into a stateroom with a balcony for a grueling nine-day crossing.

Doesn't your heart just break for these guys?

Doesn’t your heart just break for these guys?

You wave goodbye to the motherland with a glass of champagne in your hand and three meals a day included in your fare.

Bon Voyage Manhattan!

Bon Voyage Manhattan!

Au Revoir lady Liberty!

Au Revoir lady Liberty!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

I take my defensive oven mitts and a towel to trap Trixie for a visit to the vet.

I take my defensive oven mitts and a towel to trap Trixie for a visit to the vet.

I’m told this cat is angry, spiteful and prone to biting, so I’m taking no chances.  Trixie has been living with my friend and neighbor Terri for a few weeks until Trixie’s one-way flight from Atlanta to Deutschland.  Terri has been keeping her separated from her daughter’s cat Annabelle and it’s been quite the adventure.  I’m able to get Trixie into her carrier without bloodshed and I’m off to the vet for Trixie’s shots and certificates.

Terri & Trixie

Terri & Trixie

I take Trixie to veterinary service on Maxwell AFB, where the vet examines her and gives me the documents she’ll need to get on the plane.

Funny, the vet didn't need oven mitts or towels to handle this girl.  In fact she was as docile as can be.  Hmmmmm.  Seems I was misled regarding Trixie's temperament.

Funny, the vet didn’t need oven mitts or towels to handle this girl. In fact she was as docile as can be. Hmmmmm. Seems I was misled regarding Trixie’s temperament.

Then I had an eye-opening trip to the offices of the USDA in order to get MORE paperwork for the Kitty Krossing.

Can someone explain to me why the Dept. of Agriculture cares about a fluffy little flea-bag?

Can someone explain to me why the Dept. of Agriculture cares about a fluffy little flea-bag?

These guys must have had the day off. I didn’t see either one of them in the office.

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 So I spend about 30 minutes here making shore to ship phone calls to Dennis to find out the name and address of the unit they are going to, because none of the paperwork can be completed without it.  I did eventually receive a text with the needed info from Tama.  I’m pretty sure that text cost her about $13,000.

So our girl is ready to fly, and I take her back to Terri’s for one more sleepover at which time some guy named Ron is gonna come pick her up in the middle of the night to get her to Atlanta for a 6:00 AM flight!!!  Ron, my hat is off to you dude.  I mean seriously, YOU are the Adams TRUE friend.  Terri & I take a backseat to you buddy.  Dennis must know where you buried the bodies.

Ron picked up Trixie at 3:00 AM and got our kitty on the plane. She arrived safely the next day to the waiting arms of her family, who had gotten there a few days before.  She was no worse for wear, and it seems all the Adamseses (furry and smooth) are adjusting well and enjoying their ex-pat lives.

We miss you!  Come back to AMURICA soon!!! :)

We miss you! Come back to AMURICA soon!!! :)