Hello! Mojo sends greeting and whiskers and apologizes for our long absence.
From her favourite spot, she naps with concentration.
Macajah looks on in alarm...
Stunned, she collapses to the floor, snoring.
Wait a minute! That is not a kitteh! Grizzly, our occasional weekend guest, is an honorary cat.
Mojo inspects the clean towels for fluffiness and comfort.
Now who would throw away a perfectly good kitteh?!?
And introducing our newest addition, Pepper! She is a handful. Literally.
And ridiculously cute.
With sharp, pointy, nasty claws. See how she has conquered the scratchin' post!

Hope you get a big ol' birthday cake! And that you share it with me! LOL

Many happy returns, and trout!

Me, at the Renn Faire 2013

So it has been a coon's age (whatever that means, a colloquialism from my modest upbringing) since I posted. I should speak up and let everyone know that I have not, indeed, been slain and consumed by my new kittens. I look at my LJ everyday, but lurk more than journal.

Here's what I've been doing this summer:
Remember when they looked like this?


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It is so lovely to be a kitteh-mama again. Every scratch and every purr is heaven.

My new kittens Micajah (white paws, stripes and patches, violent temperament) and Mojo (tiny tabbico with spots and some stripes, slightly less homicidal tendency) are pictured above, napping peacefully. This is not what they look like now. I'd show you a picture of what they are doing now, but they are literally racing around the house so fast, all I see is blue and red Doppler Effect streaks.

They always get a little wound up when I clean the litter boxes. Mostly, I have to confess this with a wicked grin, because I sing a certain song while I'm cleaning. I sing the song of The Poop Thief, and it gets them so wound up it is hilarious.
With expressions of great offense on their small, cute, furry faces, they watch me scoop out the boxes and put in clean litter. Then they race around, biting the shit out of anything that moves, mostly each other, and track through the clean litter.

Afterward, there are kitty treats to be had, and nap time when they finally exhaust themselves.
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A home isn't a home without kittehs. My home isn't, anyway. Since my dear Zaphod and Pippin departed last year, I have been healing and hoping for new friends to lavish with the love that my boys taught me to share.


Mr. Mervyn Softpaws has done much to comfort my loss, but he spends most of his time catting around the neighborhood. I began to yearn for close cuddles and purr-bandits.

Last Friday I was honored to be allowed to adopt two brothers into my home. Here they are:

Mac has white booties and sharp pointies. He's
a little bigger than his brother, but usually loses
the wrestling matches.

Mojo is quick and hard to catch in a picture. He
has a red patch on his little nugget and motley
patterns on his paws.


Mervyn and the lads talk and play through and under the door of the small room that has been designated 'Save Kitteh Zone'. They get out to explore while I am home.  They are both very good at using the litter box for what it is for. Yay!

I have scratches on my hands and bite-marks on my ankles. I haven't been this happy in months. I miss my lads. I tell my new boys about them and give them all the love I've learned from them.

Zaphod has begun his Forever Nap. The best kitty and friend that I could hope for, I miss him terribly.

My AC croaked today, so I moved my kittehs and myself into a hotel. My poor lads were suffering at 88 degrees in my apartment by the time I found a place with room that would accept my cats. We're all very comfortable with the AC running and lots of new corners and under-beds to investigate. I'm going to go take a shower and a nap.

And yes, I will be showing the bill to my maintenance man, who I think will reimburse me for the expenses. Especially since I've been asking him to replace that dinosaur unit for about four years.

Watch. This will be the last hot weekend of the summer, and in a month's time, I'll be complaining about being too cold! lol

Kitteh snuggles and whisker kisses!