Two Tailless Tabbies with One Annoyed

Sometimes Yukon doesn't want to cuddle and love on Owen.

Sometimes....

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~MamaLisa

Mancats Lick Spoon Together

Nick and Angus are not shy about sharing the cat food spoon.

There's one side for each of them!

Here is a live action video:

Click HERE to watch a live action video on YouTube.

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~MamaLisa

Now and Then

You may have seen this post on The Dodo via Facebook with pictures of cats recreating pictures from their kittenhood.

I thought it was really sweet, but then the other day, Yukon and Nick gave me a wonderful example!

After seven years I guess Nick still makes a good pillow.

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~MamaLisa

Two Tailless Tabbies in a Tussle on Tuesday

Sometimes two tailless tabbies do not want to cuddle for the camera.

Cripes!

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~MamaLisa

Prizes in the Mail

The kitties of Marshwood Cottage won the Giveaway sponsored by 15AndMeowing.com and were very intrigued by the smell of this neat little package!

Penny and Angus were the first on the scene.

When I opened the package Penny took first rights of inspection as befits her queendom.

Owen, of course couldn't resist wanting to know.

But Penny made it known it was her nip mat until she was finished.

After Penny gave it up, Wizard had a look-see.

Then finally Owen got his chance.

I didn't realized Angus was waiting patiently in the wings for his chance...

to abscond with the whole mat!

Angus wasn't taking any chances...

He wanted to inspect the mat in private!

No teeny tiny sniffy sniffy for Angus!

He wanted the full nip mat experience! Look at those glowing eyes in his reflection!

Penny eventually found him out and took back her rights.

So Angus did the next best thing and played with the packaging!

A big thank you to 15AndMeowing.com for the fun!

Thanks for stopping by!

~MamaLisa

Mancat Monday: Playful Wizard

Playful Wizard!

Here is our mancat ripping it up with his version of the zoomies.

We're still looking for a home for Joseph. I'll post an update on him tomorrow.

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~MamaLisa

Joseph

 We've been listening to loud screechy cat fights all summer long. There’s a new stray tomcat in our neighborhood and he’s challenging all the outdoor cats that live around here (none of our kitties, since ours are indoors only). MamaLindy caught glimpses of him enough to know he was a black and white tuxie. 

 Our next door neighbor has a very pretty torbie named Momo who's been getting bullied by this guy,

and our neighbor said she’d like to catch him and take him to the local humane society.

I hadn't seen him until yesterday. He was right outside our front door meowing and meowing in a sing-songy speech.

I thought he was threatening Snafu and Owen who were plastered to the screens looking out at him. Both of them were very quiet and the black and white, fat-faced tom was looking directly at me. So I called out to him. That triggered a long low meow session from him and my heart sank. I felt he was telling me there was something wrong. 

I totally forgot he was the neighborhood terrorist and brought him a bowl of food. He was shy but didn't go very far when I came out to deposit the goods at a safe distance. Once I was back inside, he dug right into the bowl of kibble. In less than a minute he was rubbing on everything outside and I wondered if he’d spray us as his own, too. Thank God he didn't spray; he only laid down on the stoop and began washing up. 

 So I went out to take a closer look at him and see if he was injured. His face was beaten up, but mostly old wounds and he’d only one new scratch that looked swollen but not infected. He let me pet him a little bit then continued to eat. 

 When MamaLindy got home and went over to see him, he came right out to see her with only a little coaxing. He's bony, but not emaciated, had no collar, and his coat was unkempt with motor oil underneath a patch of matted burrs. He didn't fuss at all when she cut the patch off him with scissors. 

We agreed he needed to be neutered, and MamaLindy called a local dog shelter that offers inexpensive neuters on certain days. When she found out they were having a clinic that day and could do him right away, we felt it was fate. This black and white tuxie seemed to be asking us for help, so we had to do it even though it cost $75 (not as cheap as some clinics around here, but it was to include rabies vacc.). 

 So…we nabbed him! 

 Okay, so he pretty much walked right into the crate.

He didn't mind the car ride at all and lay down in the crate during our drive to the clinic. We had no plan for what to do with him afterwards, but at five o’clock last night, we picked him up. 

Meet Joseph!

We made a place for him in our workshop behind the house (only recently vacated by another pet project Foster Dog Maddie – now in her forever home).

Overnight he did not try to escape, he did not meow incessantly, he did not pee all over the place, but went in his litter box. 

 He’s incredibly friendly, playful, rubby, lovey, rolly and dirty!

Has this ever happened to any of you?  ;) 

He needs a home now. 

Help!

~MamaLisa

Yukon's Big Adventure

Yukon is looking forlorn...

That's because the other day HE ESCAPED to the outdoors, and he wants to return!

Unfortunately, he discovered the dog door...

We usually keep it shuttered and closed off, and are very careful to close the screen door to the den when the dog door is open.

Usually.

I was putting away towels in our linen closet one morning, when I spotted Rex (our mini-rat terrier) outside through the bathroom window. He was sniffing around, interested in something I could hear crunching around in the bushes. I figured he was after a chipmunk as usual and thought nothing more about it. 

until...

About a half hour later, I began my noonday ritual of feeding the cats. When the cabinet doors squeak open and my spoon clangs on their bowls, everycat comes running.

Oddly, on this day there's no Yukon at my feet for Penny to tease as they wait for their food. I called out his name, because I could hear him from far away, makowing. When he didn't come running up the gangplank into the house from our outdoor cat enclosure, I looked up and realized he was OUTSIDE IN THE YARD!

 I didn't know how he got there at the time, but I swooped up the bowls and put them in the safe (the microwave), threw on my rubber shoes and went out the den door to get him. 

Okay, so I knew he was outside but I also knew he wanted to eat lunch. I felt sure he was safe enough and I'd get him, because nothing can stop Yukon from a meal (plus we have three layers of fencing).

Since then, he's wanted to return to "Narnia," and managed to get out one other time before MamaLindy changed the dog door's hook and eye to a carabiner lock. The video below was recorded right after she did that (he was a bit bratty about the whole thing).

Now, Yukon wears his collar with tags full-time, just in case.

But he still goes out to the den and just eeks and squeaks and makows for us to come let him out!

Thanks for stopping by!

~MamaLisa