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“F” is for …

July 20, 2012 By The Food Lady 23 Comments

Food Lady’s Fabulous and Furry Fun House!

This is the Itty Bitty Kitty Committee, who are currently living on my dining room bar table.  They were living on my dining room floor, but a certain terrier figured out how to shove her nose between the wire top and plastic bottom of the Kittytat and use her anteater tongue to snake their kibbles, so they moved up in the world.

I brought these siblings home from work because they are so itty bitty, lost as they were in a sea of giant cats and older kittens.  We don’t have a lot of free time at work to play with the cats or anything, so I thought exposing them to a home environment and dogs etc would be good socialization for them.  However, they are SO small I fear for their safety underneath all the feet and teeth around here, so they are living in a guinea pig cage until they are a little larger.  They are maybe 4 or 5 weeks old?  I’m not fantastic at guestimating kitten ages.

This is the female:

She makes me laugh … the first day they came in I said “hey there little guy” at the cage door and she *hissed* at me with the teeniest, most unscary hiss ever.  She’s a shoot first, realize she is afraid later kinda cat.  She’s friendly now, but you can’t get a purr out of her for any amount of money.

This is her brother:

 He’s shyer than she is, but always has some motorboat noises for me.  He’s cuddlier, and doesn’t hiss at the dogs.

When they are more like 9 or 10 weeks old, I’ll bring them back to the shelter to get neutered and adopted.  But for now, they just need some names.  Any ideas?

“F’ could also stand for “What the F*CK is that, cuz it sure ain’t a dog!”

This is Tink.  She is a 3lb “PomChi” (*vom*) that was an unclaimed stray at the shelter, and she was TERRIFIED.  Imagine being 3 lbs and stuck in a cement and metal kennel surrounded by GIANTS, some of them big and hairy and LOUD, and some of them with fleshy, stinky hands that keep trying to hoist you in the air.  She hasn’t bitten yet, but she was so worried that *I* was worried a bite was coming.  And a bite never bodes well for a shelter dog, even if it’s from a little teeny mouth.  So I brought Tink home too.

My goal is to turn her into a real dog so she will be adoptable.  However, I’m not entirely sure that’s possible.

For starters, real dogs are not tinier than chickens.

Secondly, she doesn’t act like a dog.  Whenever she gets confused about something, or undecided what to do, she starts turning in circles.  it’s kind of disconcerting.  Is this an abnormally small dog thing, or is she mentally challenged?

She’s a weird creature.  She is completely anti-social, both with me and the other dogs.  Well, first she screamed at the other dogs, and now she just ignores them completely.  She ignores me too, unless I try to pick her up and then she might make some teeth at me, although she never follows through (because I always pick her up when she makes teeth at me).  She doesn’t like to be picked up, and she doesn’t like to be on the ground either. At least not outside.  She likes raw food, and hot dogs.  That’s about all she likes.  I cannot imagine what kind of life she must have lived before she ended up at the shelter.  I also can’t imagine how anyone could have lost her, because I assume if she snuck out of their house or something she would have just started turning in circles, so she should have been easy to catch!

She is so little that when I brought her home yesterday, TWooie wasn’t even bent out of shape.  I’m quite sure he didn’t even realize she was a dog, because he just looked at her and went about his business like she wasn’t there.

Today he has finally worked out that she is, in fact, a dog, and he’s only a little pissed off about it.  He even let her wander the house all morning unmolested, which is unheard of in TWoosville.  If anything, his brother’s nose is a lot more out of joint about it than his.

Everyone else is just confused.

Except for Dexter.  I am certain he has not even realized she is in the house yet.  He has paid her no attention whatsoever, even when she walked over top of him in her quest to escape the vacuum.  Kind of the same way he pays no attention to me on an agility course.

But wait!  Dexter HAS started paying attention to me on the agility course.  Last night in class Auntie Fiona asked who the ringer for Dex was that I’d brought to class, because he’s like a whole new dog.  All of our hard work and short sequencing is paying off.  He ran a whole course, clean, and I didn’t even bust out the tuggie toy, or break the course up into small, manageable sections.  We just tried running the whole thing and he went everywhere I asked, paid attention to my body language and was generally a very nice partner on the course.  It’s a miracle!

Maybe one day we will even be able to trial again.

It’s the middle of July and the weather has returned to “frightful” so I think it’s a hot-bath-and-a-book kind of afternoon, so I’m signing off.  But if you’re looking for a PomChi/weirdly small dog, let a sistah hook you up, and drop me an email!

Filed Under: Nowhere Particular Tagged With: chickens, Dexter, foster puppies, kittens, Mr. Woo, rescue dogs, Tweed, TWooie

Come and Knock On Our Door …

April 15, 2012 By The Food Lady 10 Comments

We’ve been waiting for you!

Where the kisses are hers

and hers

and his

Three kittens for you!!

Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo!

(how fun is my job??)

Filed Under: Nowhere Particular Tagged With: kittens

The Dog With A Thousand Faces

August 18, 2009 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

And all of them look exactly like this:

Get. Your. Camera. OUTTAMYFACE.
Or I’ll tear out your heart and shove up your nostrils.

Okay, that’s so not fair of me. Sometimes he looks like this:

diediediediediediediediedie.

Poor Tempus the borderjack thinks he is so misunderstood. But we understand him just fine – he is Satanic.

As your Master, I summon thee. Now, kill these humans. ALL these humans.

And it’s not like his sister, Rogue, is much better – even though she isn’t a borderjack. We think. Or rather, we don’t think. Well, to be honest, we aren’t really sure WHAT the heck Rogue is. She has this in common with His Wootieness.

I am MISTER(y) WOO. Please refrain from speculation. Thx.

What the heck is Rogue Poguey, AKA, The Angry Coho?

Huwo. You can’t peg me. Nope.

Rogue is silvery-blue and white, and squeaked in at just 16″ when measured for agility. She is Evil in Training, but lacks the psychotic qualities of her deeply disturbed borderjack sibling.

Also, she is weird.

Any ideas?

As long as it doesn’t involve swimming, I don’t care what you call me. This liquid is GWOSS!

I’m a booteeful and imperious pwincess. Don’t forget that. Or I’ll bite you.

Yesterday we tried a new swimmin’ hole, called Buntzen Lake. Fiona said it was “an adventure,” but I think she just wanted us to go somewhere with water that wouldn’t make Toby smell like the mouldy old socks of a long dead man.

It was quite lovely at the lake, very picturesque, and – HEY! GET OUT OF THE SHOT, TWEED!

But I’m so good lookin’ :(

From what glimpses of it I could catch, that is. Oh hai, Piper. Yes, I see you.

I said YES, Piper, I DO see you! Jeez!

Well fantastic, you’re not blind after all. What good news. Maybe you could see yourself throwing this ball for me then.

Food Lady = slave to a trio of canine whims (Mr. Woo’s whim is to sit around doing nothing at all)

Today, the kittens are the vet getting themselves spayed, while their mama, El Gato Negro, roams my condo calling for her little lost children. It kind of breaks your heart. Also your eardrums.

The brown tabby has a home. The black and white whiskerface is meeting what I hope will be her new home on Saturday!

This leaves only EGN and her reign of terror over my poor dogs.

She is a nice cat in her own right, but foldy ears or not, nobody seems to want her :( Black cats get a bum rap.

But why?

Never mind Toby.

But WHY?!?!

Toby shut up. Don’t make me summon the Lazy Orange Basketball from its leafy hiding place.

Did someone summon me?

You know when I do that, Piper goes into strange twisty fits.
^^weird.

In other news, Tess the pregnant BC that we flew here a few weeks ago was recently x-rayed and appears to be carrying 8 little bundles of fuzzylump cuteness for us, due sometime in the begining of September. Fingers crossed that all goes well!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: dog beach, kittens, Mr. Woo, Piper, Tempus Rogue and Toby, Tweed

Top This

August 11, 2009 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

Can you top this much cute?

You know what? You probably shouldn’t even bother trying.

Srsly.

Tweed tried, and look what happened – it killed him.

keeeey-ute.

Cutieus Maximus

A bad case of scared-of-the-vacuum-cleaner-itis.

So here’s a question – how does one “wean” kittens? The vet office said El Gato Negro (aka Yo Momma Cat) can be spayed as soon as the kittens are weaned, so I could “start weaning them.” WTF? How do I do that? They have been eating solid food since they got here, but that has not stopped them from draining their mama dry every chance they get.

The itty bitty timbits are going in for their spays this week, and it’s really time for someone to adopt the little whiskerfaces. Come one, don’t you want one?

Donut wants you to have one. In fact, she wants you to take two!

Dear Lord … please make the interlopers vanish. kthx.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: kittens, Tweed

Rinky dink dink

July 17, 2009 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

Two kittehs in a sink!

tee hee hee.

The news cats and the old guard (AKA Nutz) are still unimpressed with one another. And yet, they are united in their distaste for their living-sharing.

Behold – Donutz is pissed off.

So is the kitten. Except she looks exactly like Donutz.
Hmmm.

While I had hoped that one of these little cutiepatooties would be a partner in crime to Her Majesty, it looks like Donutz prefers to fly solo. So these little devil kittens are looking for homes of their very own.

Yes please, find them new homes. They make me so darn tired.

What are you talkin’ about?

I totally never unraveled your toilet paper! I never did!

Yes she did.

Now get that camera out of my face. I’m trying to figure out how I can replicate myself.

Speaking of replicants … The Sofa is one step ahead of kitten on that one. He replicated himself at the beach today.

Eerie, no?

It’s kind of to be expected though. I mean, there’s a lot of things to get accomplished in a day when you are The Sofa, and there needs to be more than one of you if you want to get it all done.

So many puppies to NOM NOM NOM

NOM!

Dee-lish!

Also, if you are The Sofa, you must steal Harriet’s ball at least 8 / 10 times it’s thrown in the water.

Too far I think.

Agh! Agh! Definitely too far!!

That sucked!

STOP STEALING MY BALL, A$$HOLE!!
(tiny dog. BIG voice)

I’ll take that, thankyouverymuch.

The Sofa seems to have settled down and is back to his friendly, playful beach self. He can even share toys, as long as they are not HIS toys. Seems he is over his snit.

Tweed however, was in a snit because Fergus was not sharing.

Damn it, Fergus.

The Biggest Snitty Of Them All was Rogue, aka The Scorpion.

She did not want to swim.

No! DO NOT WANT!

NO NO NO NO!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!1

When she paddled back to shore, she took out her bad mood on some random passing terrier. Poor little thing didn’t know what hit ‘im.

I’m just glad it wasn’t me!

Yo, She is lucky it wasn’t ME.

As for Woo, well … there is no dock at Spanish Banks.

But Woo can get air anywhere.

So here’s a question for you … does your breed of dog recognize or behave differently around other dogs of the same breed?

Today Sofa met two dobermans. One of them (his doppelganger) totally ignored him. The other one beat the living snot out of him. I thought maybe they would bond or something.

My border collies recognize other border collies and relax around them. They don’t mind other border collies joining them in their reindeer games, and if they see them from a distance they wag their tails. They are not particularly interactive with other border collies – or any dogs at all, actually – but they do seem to enjoy their company. Other dogs are not worthy of their attention at all, and sometimes are snapped at if they are too pushy. But it’s really obvious that they recognize their own “kind” – Tweed even recognizes border collies on television, though he otherwise totally disregards television.

Is this true of your breed as well?

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: big air, dog beach, kittens, Koa, Mr. Woo, Parker and Harriet, Piper, Tweed

Sad Kitten

July 12, 2009 By The Food Lady Leave a Comment

Is sad:

ZOMG! My kittens are SOOOO much cuter than your kittens:

Meet the Tim Bits (the mini Donutz), who have finally arrived!

This little black and white kitteh is CUH-RAZY!!

And the oh-so-pretty sistah kitty is a little on the shyer side at the mo’.

And Yo Mama is a real deal Foldy McFolderson

I’ve been trying to get a good photo of her, but *someone* keeps hogging all the camera time!

Yo Mama is a SUPER sweet cat. She’s all warbly-talky and sitting on my shoulder, when she is not busy exploring the house and giving Donut the evil eye.

The kittens dove into a meal and then did a little exploring, but this made Donutz ANGRY.

So they are back in their pen for a little while Donut has a miffed-out spaz in the corner of hate and rage and jealousy.

I will never forgive you for this.

I WANT TO KEEP ALL THE KITTEHS!!!

This one is so damn funny.

No photos please!!

And this one is so damn kee-yute!

And Tweed thinks they are like doggie crack

kittenz.kittenz.kittenz.kittenz.kittenz.

More (many more) photos to come, I promise!!

And thanks to all of you for your generous offers of help – we have found a place for the mamma dog to whelp out her pups. You’re all the best! Thanks so much!

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Donut, kittens, Tweed

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