Cutest Kitten Evah!

Little Mulder was sleeping all alone in the kitty bed and I started filming her hoping she would do something super cute.  She did not disappoint.  Watch til the end to see a cute stretching kitten.

We still have “chicken time” but now it is “chicken-less”.  😦

Buster chooses a chair.

Checks out his winter garden for a nibble.

Too much cabbage! More romaine lettuce next time!

Strikes a jaunty pose.

The ladies love this view.

And he plans adventures with his posse.

What shall we do today Buster?

Sometimes we get nice neighbors over to check out the new babies.

Andrew, Siamese looks very good on you!

OK, one last look at Mulder the 5 ounce wonder kitty!

I know I be so cute.

New Tricks and Old Ladies

One of the kittens managed to get out of the kitty bed and couldn’t figure out how to get back in.

Soon there will be no containing the little monsters, but for now they’re still pretty helpless.

Ron & Renay came by to get their “kitty” on yesterday.

Renay, I think you look pretty good holding little Mulder!  He/she doesn’t take up much space.  You’d hardly notice one more kitty!

recently some friends of ours lost their 20-year-old cat.  She went to kitty heaven and they miss her a lot.  It made me think of Boots and how she’ll be 17 next week.  She’s still beautiful and feeling pretty good for an old lady.  See for yourself.

I know I'm gorgeous, just don't ask me to move too fast.

If you have an older animal in your home who’s given you devotion and love for many years, go give them a gentle hug and a treat.  Boots says do it now!

Little Baby Angel Biscuit

OK, Jill you didn’t know I was transcribing your comments to the little snuggle ball you were cooing to, did you?  Jill and her twin Julie dropped by yesterday for some kitty love.

These two gals transformed into babbling toddlers when they got their hands on a kitten.

It happens to the best of us.  Thank goodness there were no cameras in my kitchen when I was dancing with little Billy this morning.  I lead.  He didn’t know the steps.

And hey, Skeeter?  For someone who’s not really “crazy about kittens” you and Rick sure do come over a lot! 🙂  How ’bout I just get you a key made!

Is that a kitten on my shoulder?

The babies are two weeks old tomorrow and they are beginning to fill up my kitty box.  For now they still mostly sleep the sleep of the innocent and only wake for dinner, but soon I’ll have KITTYMANIA when they start to explore outside the box.  I can’t wait.

Under the Influence

The kittens are getting more mobile.  Billy especially is crawling around and trying to play with the other kittens.  Sometimes it looks like they’ve been into the cat nip as you can see from this video.

Skeeter came by again and brought her hubby Rick to see the babies.  Rick, like Skeeter, isn’t especially nuts about kittens but they each chose a little fur ball to pose with.

Miss Jill, on the other hand is a true kitten fan, and she stopped by on her daily walk to get some kitty love.

Jill and little Phillip

She kept saying, “Please don’t take my picture, I don’t have on any make up and I look terrible!”

Yes Jill, you are absolutely hideous!

At one point, I thought she was going to take a huge bite out of poor Mulder!  This girl really loves her sum kittens!  Jill maybe you should adopt a sibling for Little Joe!

And They Just Keep Coming

More visitors arrived to see the kittens.  We rudely woke Mulder from her nap.

Later the entire Adams family dropped in for a Kitty Fix.

Dennis NOT being a Menace

Meggie and Billy sittin' in a tree...

My friend Skeeter came by to meet the litter.

She’s not really used to cats or kittens but she took the plunge and picked one out.  She held little Kurt like he was a stick of dynamite.

They won't break Skeeter!

Later we all retired to the living room with our own kitten to play with.

Notice the beach towel I put down for Skeeter.  You may be shocked to know that my furniture is often furry.  Her all-black attire would have been toast without the towel.

The following is a short video showing Mulder working as hard as she can to get her dinner.  Notice how she puts her whole body into the job!

Now we need to pay some attention to our little Mama.  None of this fun would have been possible without her.

You sure are a sweet girl Miss Lori!

Eye Opening!

Billy is the first to have his eyes open. He/she is going to be my advanced kitten.  There’s one in every group.  I asked Tama to help me take a video of him (OK, Billy is a “he” until I know otherwise).  He’s quite grouchy and vocal when you separate him from his dinner.

Later Dennis (Tama’s much better half) came over to see the kitties.

He’s a big gentle guy who loves animals and always helps me reach high things.  Think Lennie from Of Mice & Men except smart.

"I'm going to pet them and love them and call them George."

I see now that I’m going to have to make up the guest room for Tama.  She will be living here until the kitties go back to the shelter.

I wonder how many of these will Dennis let me keep?

Little Mulder is fighting hard to get his share of Mom’s milk.  His eyes are still closed but I know there’s some big plans being made in that little white head!

Mulder for Pwesident!

OK, we could do worse. 🙂


WARNING!  If you are allergic to “cute”, please avert your eyes,  AND DO NOT CLICK ON THE VIDEO!

This is my little foster family for the next eight weeks.  Lori and her eight kittens (one is adopted) will live with us and learn to behave in a home so they can be more “adoptable”.  The shelter doesn’t have the facilities to keep moms and their litters because they need to be isolated from other cats and yet integrated into a home environment.  I was a foster mom two years ago and that’s how Rowdy and Sammy came into our family.  I fostered six kittens and kept two.  I am determined NOT to keep any of these darlings because frankly, I need more animals like I need more holes in my heed!

The throngs are gathering to pet and cuddle these little bundles, and the first two visitors were my dear neighbors Tama & Terri.  Wanna see a magic trick?  OK, here goes…watch as I turn two fully grown women into babbling, cooing four-year-old girls…

That’s not all!  Watch how their DAUGHTERS magically appear 30 minutes after the mother’s departure…

Tama’s favorite is little Natasha.  She is the only solid black kitten in the group.

This might actually be a Tribble.

The little white dude (actually Siamese colored) is named Mulder.  I did not name the kittens; the Shelter names them so they can keep up with health records.  He is the runt and also the adopted baby that Lori graciously added to her litter.  He’s tiny, but tough.  Watch for him as he struggles to the top of the pile…

Lori spends most of her day eating, sleeping and nursing her babies in my office.  It’s the only room that I can close off in the house so she can have peace and privacy.  I do let her out to explore a bit during the day when MY kittens (Rowdy & Sammy) are outdoors playing.  The two old ladies (Missy & Boots) pay her no mind whatsoever.  They’ve seen a lot in their seventeen years!  On Lori’s first foray outside the nursery she encountered a strange beast on the porch…

Let me get a closer look at that brown thing...

What the..???

They both smelled each other and then pretended to be bored.  No drama on either side.  Buster IS  real chill dude.  Lori probably felt that vibe.

Kittens grow like weeds so check daily to see their progress.  I’ll turn the “cute-ness” dial all the way up to ELEVEN so you won’t  be disappointed.  Any viewers who live in my vicinity feel free to come by and get your kitten fix.  There’s nothing like it to brighten a lackluster day.  Just TRY not to smile when you see these guys.


Disneyland for Chickens

Scarlett really hit the jackpot when my friend offered to give her a safe, happy home.

Are all chicken mommies named Debbie?

No, Scarlett, just the really good ones!

Debbie has a beautiful roomy yard for Scarlett with grass and sunshine and a sturdy fence to keep out predators.  It’s covered over the top to thwart hawk attacks as well.  We put Scarlett in the enclosure and she checked things out a bit and then had some water and food.

Do I really get to live here forever???

Later she inspected the indoor part of her new chicken palace and found it much to her liking.

Is this all for me?

There is a wood-shaving floor and several different perches for her to choose from when she snuggles in at night.  Steps lead down to the floor and out into the grassy yard.  This is the view from the outside.  Debbie even devised an outer door that can be removed to allow sunshine into the coop on nice warm days.

Every inch of Scarlett’s new home is designed with safety, health and fun in mind for the very lucky chicken who gets to live here.  For now, our girl has the whole place to herself, but in two weeks she will be joined by 22 little “peep-squeaks” who will be her new roommates.  This chicken area is right next to Debbie’s home where she can keep an ear and an eye on her babies.  After Scarlett was acclimated to her new surroundings, Debbie walked me toward her main chicken area, where she raises many beautiful breeds for a small egg enterprise.

Silver Seabright

Silver & Goldlaced Wyandots, Australorps, Barred Rocks, Ameraucanas, Orpingtons, Comets and Rhode Island Reds, Oh My!

Debbie and her husband have several businesses going on at once, but the chickens are the things closest to her heart.

Walter, Debbie & Buffy (NOT the chicken-slayer)

The chickens have several fields of grass to run in as well as some large shady buildings in which to rest, sleep and lay eggs.

I disturbed a lady from her nest.

She had obviously been doing her job!

There’s even a slide in one of the houses, but Debbie said the chickens haven’t figured out how to use it.

Scarlett will show 'em. She saw one on TV.

As well as grassy fields and big shady houses, the chickens enjoy free-ranging among the many farm machinery vehicles on the property.  They get underneath  and enjoy the lush grass and shade.

Hey, is that Daisy under there???

I spotted the celebrity of the bunch.

This dude has got it goin' on!

He’s got a pair o’ lungs on him too!

I’m thrilled beyond words to have found a home for Scarlett that I know she will love.  I’m so grateful to Debbie for her kindness and generosity.  After I got home she called me and said that the gang came down to Scarlett’s pad and said hello to the new girl.  She acted uninterested but unflustered.  Deb will eventually introduce her to the group after she’s spent time with the new babies and I’m sure by then they will all be friends.  I left her home feeling giddy and sad at the same time.  It’s always hard to say goodbye to a pet, but leaving Scarlett in Debbie’s capable hands felt exactly right.  I saw two good omens on the thirty-six mile drive back home…

Wonder if my HOA would approve this mailbox?

The “chicken” part of the kittybunnychicken has come to a happy end.  Stay tuned for the next adventure.  Here’s a hint…

Yes, these are kittens.  Eight of ’em! 🙂

Post Script

The Scarlett relocation did not work out.  It was too hard to integrate one lone chicken into Daddy’s huge flock (especially with the aggressive rooster!)  Scarlett spent the last two nights here with me and last night she had a sleepover with Buster on the back porch (he slept by her cage all night).

More about my little black houseguest later...:)

I did have a contingency plan for my chicken in case she couldn’t stay in Mississippi.  I have a good friend who lives in Tuskegee, Alabama.  We met through a food club of which I am a member.  I get raw dairy products (yes, unpasteurized, nonhomogenized, organic whole milk, yogurt and cheese) from a farmer in Bird-in-Hand, Pennsylvania.  His name is Amos Miller and he’s an Amish farmer who uses humane, old-world techniques to raise farm animals and their by-products (milk, eggs, etc.).  My friend Debbie (great name!) coordinates the monthly orders from her home, and once a month I drive to Auburn to pick up my goodies.  Shameless plug: If you want more info on this club, you can get info from her at

Sorry, for the digression, but I’m sort of obsessed with the topic.  So…Debbie has been reading both of my blogs, ( and ( for their duration, and she has generously offered to give Scarlett a loving home.  She’s not quite as silly about chickens as yours truly, but she treats her chickens with love and care, and is confident that she can integrate Scarlett into her flock.  I take her to Debbie’s chicken paradise today and promise to provide pictures of her farm.  Meanwhile I went to the Feedlot to get my friend some chick feed and scratch as a gift of gratitude.  As I entered the door, I heard the familiar “peep, peep” of little multi-colored fluffballs.  It’s springtime and all across America farm supply and feed stores are selling chicks for the big and small-time chicken farmer.


Resistance is futile!

I did resist the urge to start generation # 2 of Rosie, Daisy & Violet and I left the store with only a 25 pound bag of chick starter/grower.  Sigh….