I bought a knock-off FURminator for our Collie and all our long-haired cats. It is amazing! I fully endorse it. Below are some pictures of the kind of damage you can do with a weapon like this!
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The cats really enjoy being combed...
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but the Collie would rather I just left him alone...
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Rodeo the Kitten
Our downstairs bathroom is now a fully facilitated kitten rehabilitation center. And it has one happy client.
At the beginning of the week, as we were driving home, we saw something orange of the side of the the road. To me, as it whizzed by, it looked like a giant orange cat on its back with it back legs sprawled open. I was very unsure, as it was just a glimpse. All I got right was the color and species.
My mom went down to check it out and came back with the skinniest kitten I have ever seen in my life. He was a little scared, but purring up a storm. He begin to dig in the dry cat food we gave him, like he didn't know that the food could be eaten without clawing to the good stuff (as he had been with the roadkill on the shoulder of the road). Since he was found in the road, I wanted to name him "Rodie," then my mom suggested "Rodeo" and, since we are a horse family, that was the winning ticket.
We had to go on to take care of some things, and we did not want road kill kitty in the house (yet). So, the only choice we had was to throw him in a crate on the front porch with some food. He was absolutely pathetic about that. So much so, that when my dad got home and saw him, he got him out and took him inside to call mom and ask her what the kitten was doing outside. My dad, who is always complaining about the girls in the house bringing animals home, is actually a softy when it comes to animals, but I have a feeling he likes to think that he is the voice of reason in our estrogen-rich home.
It was that night that the downstairs bathroom was converted into a kitten service room with a kitty litter, food and water dishes filled properly, and a plate of increments of soft food, blankets, and a crate. We had to make a few structural changes, too. I put the mirror from the medicin cabinet on the floor leaning against the tub so Rodeo could have company. We also had to put a stool in the tub, because Rodeo could get into it, but not out.
I am really impressed with how much fatter and stronger Rodeo is, now, but he is still too weak to play.
And that's what the weather is like in my neck of the woods.
At the beginning of the week, as we were driving home, we saw something orange of the side of the the road. To me, as it whizzed by, it looked like a giant orange cat on its back with it back legs sprawled open. I was very unsure, as it was just a glimpse. All I got right was the color and species.
My mom went down to check it out and came back with the skinniest kitten I have ever seen in my life. He was a little scared, but purring up a storm. He begin to dig in the dry cat food we gave him, like he didn't know that the food could be eaten without clawing to the good stuff (as he had been with the roadkill on the shoulder of the road). Since he was found in the road, I wanted to name him "Rodie," then my mom suggested "Rodeo" and, since we are a horse family, that was the winning ticket.
We had to go on to take care of some things, and we did not want road kill kitty in the house (yet). So, the only choice we had was to throw him in a crate on the front porch with some food. He was absolutely pathetic about that. So much so, that when my dad got home and saw him, he got him out and took him inside to call mom and ask her what the kitten was doing outside. My dad, who is always complaining about the girls in the house bringing animals home, is actually a softy when it comes to animals, but I have a feeling he likes to think that he is the voice of reason in our estrogen-rich home.
It was that night that the downstairs bathroom was converted into a kitten service room with a kitty litter, food and water dishes filled properly, and a plate of increments of soft food, blankets, and a crate. We had to make a few structural changes, too. I put the mirror from the medicin cabinet on the floor leaning against the tub so Rodeo could have company. We also had to put a stool in the tub, because Rodeo could get into it, but not out.
I am really impressed with how much fatter and stronger Rodeo is, now, but he is still too weak to play.
And that's what the weather is like in my neck of the woods.
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