Tommy Needs a MOMMY!

Enjoy this SHAMELESS video of Mr. Mulder giving Tommy a bath.


 We’ve had little Tom Kitten for over a month now. He’s battled weight loss, diarrhea, fleas, ring worm and viral infection. He’s a very tuff little guy and he’s growing into a sweet, healthy pet. I am still determined to adopt him from my home to someone I know, but in the end, he will eventually have to return to the shelter if I’m unsuccessful. 😦


I’ll hide you Tommy!

Mr. Mulder is the one cat in our family who tends to “adopt” our foster kittens, but this time all of our cats have “tolerated” little Tommy more than any other kitten we’ve fostered before. Miss Rowdy is a temperamental diva who seems to enjoy this pestery little guy as long as he can be still.



You got two minutes Kid.

Even Sammy, our grouchiest cat has had a few friendly moments with Tommy.



Are you a mommy kitty?

The shelter does a great job finding homes for these sweet babies and I know Tommy will find a forever home soon after I deliver him into their caring hands. BUT, I really want to find him a home myself so I can keep up with him as he grows up. Please share my contact info with anyone you know who may be interested in adopting Tommy.


Tom Terrific!

Here are some more pics and stories about our little houseguest Tom Kitten. He continues to relax in the Burlingame house and he gets along famously with the human occupants.


Are you my mommy?

His favorite continues to be the hairy human named Jim.


This one’s my favorite!


Real men love kittens.

Tom continues to try to make friends with the big tan kitty in the house. Sometimes he can sneak up on him and sit by him for a few minutes.


If I’m weely still maybe he won’t notice me.


He’s allowed to cuddle just as long as he doesn’t try to use Mulder’s “faucets”.


I was just thirsty!

When Tom first came here to stay with us, he enjoyed hiding under his little fleece blanket he got from the Shelter.


I swear this thing just moved.

On thing Tommy does NOT like about living here is getting a regular bath. Kittens often show up with fleas or dried on ick stuck to their fur so we bathe him every other day in Dawn; the  same stuff they use on the oily ducks. He HATES it and he sulks for a long time after. If he can snuggle in his towel with his “Jim” he calms down and gets over it.


It’s OK honey, I cropped out your bald spot.

Needless to say we are head over heels about this little guy. He is the most loving kitten ever and we enjoy his antics. PLEASE consider adopting Tommy or alerting a friend who might love to have this little pester-head in their family.


Some days you just feel like falling asleep in your toy box!


…And the Cuteness Continues

So we still have our little foster kitten and I’m way behind in my blog posts so here is a bit from two weeks ago…


Tommy’s favorite human

It never fails. I pick them up from the shelter, feed them, bathe them, clean their litter box and take them to the vet, AND THEY ALWAYS LIKE JIM THE BEST! Oh well, someone has to be the tuff parent.


Wowdy taught me about SUNBEAMS!

The little guy loves to find sunbeams on the floor and stretch out for a nap.

Tommy had a visit from my friend Sherry and her son. They wanted to see if their doggie might get along with a tiny kitten. Sadly it did not work out. Her puppy thought Tommy looked too delicious!


I just want a little taste!

Now that the weather is cooler we are making fires in our fireplace and Tommy is mesmerized. Now Jim has a buddy when he falls asleep on the floor!  🙂


Daddy has sharp hips!

I’m not going to be able to take this little man back to the shelter. I’m in love with his sweet personality and fighting spirit. I’m making it my mission to adopt him from home to someone I know, or to a friend of someone I know who wants to give this little guy a loving home.  I have lots more pictures and stories to share about Little Tom Kitten so stay tuned. Please share this with anyone who might be able to add him to their family.

Tiny Visitor

For about three weeks now we’ve been fostering a very tiny, very sick little kitten from the Shelter. Normally I begin blogging about our cute little critters the moment I get home with them but I hesitated for a very good reason. I didn’t think this one would make it. 😦


Meet Tom Kitten

Tom weighed nine ounces and was named “Jean” by the shelter. It happens a lot. They get the sexes mixed up. I don’t blame them. When you weigh nine ounces it’s very hard to tell if your “bits & pieces” are girls or boys. No matter. My husband is a champion “kitten sexer” (don’t call the authorities please) and he dubbed “Jean” a boy the second day he lived with us. And right after he re-named him, he took off to spend a week in Italy. He SAID it was a NATO trip but how am I to know if that’s true??? So…I was left alone with a very sick, very small little creature who didn’t understand how to eat; and what food I did get in him came out almost immediately as lovely diarrhea.


I sorry.

I got to work making a kitten nursery in my spare room and Mulder dropped in to smell the new tenant.


A little bit stinky!

So I settled in to a daily ritual of washing and replacing old towels (you don’t want to know), feeding Tom with a syringe (goat’s milk and yogurt), washing his bottom (his mommy would have done that), snuggling him (babies really need this, especially if they have no siblings) and waking up in the middle of the night to cuddle him and give him more milk when he cried. Normally Jim would have pitched in with the kitten kare, but I was on my own and I got pretty grouchy and whiny. Fortunately no one was here to witness my behavior.

After about two days, Tom started to act a bit like a normal kitten. He batted at my fingers a little, and I even got him to purr. But even after two days of feeding him (I began mixing some wet food with his milk) he STILL weighed only 9 ounces. Oh well. Giving up was not an option so I just tried to make his life comfortable and fun.



Mommy made me a fort!

Since Tom’s been with us for over three weeks, you can bet I have lots more pictures and lots more to share about him. We’ve fallen in love with him and I plan to find him a perfect home after he’s well. Please stay tuned and feel free to come by for some kitty love any time. He is adorable and sweet. Thanks for reading!

A New Adventure


My cute handyman.

Jim would hate that I took his picture and called him “cute” but he doesn’t read my blog so he’s never gonna find out! He finally let me put the sign in the yard. I’ve been begging for a month, but he said he had lots of work to do on the house first so I was just going to have to wait. Our plan is to sell Old Yeller where we’ve lived for 10 years, move into the Pink House, while we build the Green House. The new house will be small and efficient for two old folks entering their mid-fifties and who are sick and tired of spending every weekend on yard work!

We’ve loved living in our sweet yellow house but we want to design and build just one more. Hannah always said we should do it again and she was looking forward to helping us with ideas (if not actual labor) 🙂


So here we go! Wish us luck. I’m super happy and excited and Mr. Scrooge is very worried and stressed. Opposites do indeed attract. 🙂


Wade started to get lethargic on Friday. By Saturday he had stopped eating. When I put him in his pool he just bobbed and floated. He made no effort to splash and swim. I made an appointment for him with Dr. G at 10:00 am. He died at 9:15.


When we realized he was failing, we put him in a box with a towel and some water and tried to get him to drink. He lost his balance and couldn’t stand up so Jim kept putting his little beak in the bowl but he just wouldn’t drink. Finally we decided to leave him alone and stop trying to get him to drink or stand up. We watched with our hands on him while he took some labored breathes and then just went to sleep. Jim buried him in our pet cemetery next to Buster. I didn’t have a duck memorial, so I took one of my animals from my childhood collection for his marker. It’s very tiny and cute, like him.


Later, the mama duck and her three babies came up for some corn. I’m almost certain that this was Wade’s family but I wasn’t able to reunite them.


I lose animals a lot, and it never gets easy. It’s especially hard when they’re young and never really got a chance to live. But we tried our best and that’s all any of us can do. We will miss him a lot. He was three weeks old.


The day he came to live with us.

Thanks for the visits and kindness from my very special neighbors. Deb