WTH Do I Do With These Little Fellas?

crabcake

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K_Jo said:
I would LOVE to have one - Boy Kitty definitely needs a playmate - but C says two is enough. Of course, if you left him on our front porch...:whistle:

"Two is enough." :scoff: :rolleyes:
Who wears the thigh-high skirt and stilettos in your couple-dom? :tap: You sit that boy down and tell him that he oughta be happy your only asking for a kitten and not some high-dolla jewelry, vehicle, an inground-pool complete with a sexy latin pool stud ...
 

K_Jo

Pea Brain
PREMO Member
crabcake said:
Who wears the thigh-high skirt and stilettos in your couple-dom? :tap: You sit that boy down and tell him that he oughta be happy your only asking for a kitten and not some high-dolla jewelry, vehicle, an inground-pool complete with a sexy latin pool stud ...
He cleans the cat box. :ohwell:
 

dustin

UAIOE
CC,
You know you really want to keep the kittens or you would have never brought them inside in the first place.
So keep em!
 

crabcake

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dustin said:
CC,
You know you really want to keep the kittens or you would have never brought them inside in the first place.
So keep em!
No, I really don't want to keep them. Our house is too small, and we already have 6 dogs and two cats. I only brought them in because I figured momma brought them up to the house for a reason (perhaps the intense heat or b/c she couldn't feed them anymore :shrug:). I couldn't very well leave 4 week old kittens on the porch with 30+ lb puppies running around. :ohwell: I really don't aspire to be one of these people you read about who have a bazillion animals running around their house. :lol:
 

Oz

You're all F'in Mad...
crabcake said:
we already have 6 dogs and two cats. I only brought them in because I figured momma brought them up to the house for a reason (perhaps the intense heat or b/c she couldn't feed them anymore :shrug:). I couldn't very well leave 4 week old kittens on the porch with 30+ lb puppies running around. :ohwell: I really don't aspire to be one of these people you read about who have a bazillion animals running around their house. :lol:

:youmightbearedneckif: :whistle:
 

mAlice

professional daydreamer
dustin said:
CC,
You know you really want to keep the kittens or you would have never brought them inside in the first place.
So keep em!


I took in a mother and six kittens in Iceland. The mother had been abandoned when her worthless humans came back state side. She was outside long enough to get pregnant, before someone in their building took her in. However, these folks were getting ready to transfer as well, and couldn't keep them, so I took them. I found homes for 5 kittens and the mommy. The last kitten became part of our family for 10 years.

CC, you'll find homes for all of them.
 

crabcake

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Alright, here's the real reason why I don't want a kitten ...

Many many moons ago (my early 20s) ... I had a kitten that I adopted who was the runt of his litter. He was about 14 weeks when I got him and not too terribly much bigger than the kittens we now have. I also had a black lab at the time who was a sweetheart of a dog, and would baby little Spunk (the kitten), bathe him, snuggle him, etc.

Well, one morning, I went out to the living room, and found L.S. (the lab, short for "Little Sh!t") on the sofa with Spunk, giving him a bath. I thought, "oh, how cute" and went to pick Spunk up, and when I did, his little kitten head fell over to the side and there was no movement. I freaked out b/c I'd never lost a pet before (except fish). I didn't know what was wrong with him, so I set him down on my lap, and tried pushing on his little kitten chest with my fingers to give him kitty CPR. I was hysterical. (If you're laughing at this right now, I hope you choke on a pickle cuz it's true :frown:).

So I call my captain at home that morning (I was on active duty at the time and my ex was in the middle east on TDY), bawling my eyes out, and tell him I can't come in to work because my baby was dead. He replies (with his Tennessee twang), "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were pregnant!" I told him I wasn't, that it was my kitten. He knew what a big-time animal person I was, so he told me to do what I needed to do and he'd see me the next day.

I swaddled little Spunk up in a blanket, and we drove to my vet's office. I was afraid to try and bury him in the yard for fear L.S. might dig him up. I sit and wait about 45 minutes until the vet's assistant arrives to open shop, and get out to meet her. She comes over, sees Spunk in the blanket and pets his little head and talks to him, unaware he was a goner, until I told her. Dr. Poppy (our vet) told me she'd take care of disposing of his body, and sent me a sympathy card a few days later. She was an awesome vet with all our animals.

Turns out, L.S. had picked up Spunk at some point that morning, and he'd snapped his neck, killing him. I'm sure L.S. didn't do it intentionally; he mothered that kitten b/c he knew he was the runt and cared for him like he was the mother.

So, after that, I swore I didn't ever want any more kittens b/c I was afraid the same thing might happen and didn't want to go through that again. When I got Fluff (the ex adopted him, actually), he was much bigger and a bit older than Spunk was when we'd gotten him, so it wasn't as much an issue.

There ya have it. :ohwell:
 
K

Kizzy

Guest
K_Jo said:
I would LOVE to have one - Boy Kitty definitely needs a playmate - but C says two is enough. Of course, if you left him on our front porch...:whistle:

"Two is enough." :scoff: :rolleyes:


:killingme

Why do husbands have to be ALLLLLL bossy and limit our pets? :mad:

My DH is most likely bringing a German Shepard home in the next few months and I think I should be allowed to have as many pets that add up to the Shepard’s body weight.

:whistle:
 

barncat

New Member
crabcake said:
If ya'll are serious about wanting a kitten, PM me. I want them to go to good homes, and I'll be coming through the area in a couple weeks and could meet up. :peace:

They're adorable, and I picked up a new battery charger since I couldn't find my other one so I can take some more pics if ya want.

I would take one but my cat comes home with his own strays. He likes young boy cats for some reason, brings a few home every summer and they end up living in the yard till I find a home for them. I think the current stray is mental but Oscar loves him and that is what matters. :biggrin:
 

baileydog

I wanna be a SMIB
crabcake said:
Many many moons ago (my early 20s) ... I had a kitten that I adopted who was the runt of his litter. He was about 14 weeks when I got him and not too terribly much bigger than the kittens we now have. I also had a black lab at the time who was a sweetheart of a dog, and would baby little Spunk (the kitten), bathe him, snuggle him, etc.

Well, one morning, I went out to the living room, and found L.S. (the lab, short for "Little Sh!t") on the sofa with Spunk, giving him a bath. I thought, "oh, how cute" and went to pick Spunk up, and when I did, his little kitten head fell over to the side and there was no movement. I freaked out b/c I'd never lost a pet before (except fish). I didn't know what was wrong with him, so I set him down on my lap, and tried pushing on his little kitten chest with my fingers to give him kitty CPR. I was hysterical. (If you're laughing at this right now, I hope you choke on a pickle cuz it's true :frown:).

So I call my captain at home that morning (I was on active duty at the time and my ex was in the middle east on TDY), bawling my eyes out, and tell him I can't come in to work because my baby was dead. He replies (with his Tennessee twang), "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were pregnant!" I told him I wasn't, that it was my kitten. He knew what a big-time animal person I was, so he told me to do what I needed to do and he'd see me the next day.

I swaddled little Spunk up in a blanket, and we drove to my vet's office. I was afraid to try and bury him in the yard for fear L.S. might dig him up. I sit and wait about 45 minutes until the vet's assistant arrives to open shop, and get out to meet her. She comes over, sees Spunk in the blanket and pets his little head and talks to him, unaware he was a goner, until I told her. Dr. Poppy (our vet) told me she'd take care of disposing of his body, and sent me a sympathy card a few days later. She was an awesome vet with all our animals.

Turns out, L.S. had picked up Spunk at some point that morning, and he'd snapped his neck, killing him. I'm sure L.S. didn't do it intentionally; he mothered that kitten b/c he knew he was the runt and cared for him like he was the mother.

So, after that, I swore I didn't ever want any more kittens b/c I was afraid the same thing might happen and didn't want to go through that again. When I got Fluff (the ex adopted him, actually), he was much bigger and a bit older than Spunk was when we'd gotten him, so it wasn't as much an issue.

There ya have it. :ohwell:





I'm so sorry. What a sad story.
 

StarCat

New Member
Just wondering what you did with the kittens...If you go to Petco in Waldorf on the weekends, there is usually a lady there after 3, with cats, who might be able to help you, if you still need help.
 

Tina2001aniT

New Member
StarCat said:
Just wondering what you did with the kittens...If you go to Petco in Waldorf on the weekends, there is usually a lady there after 3, with cats, who might be able to help you, if you still need help.
Yeah CC, just take a casual stroll to Waldork :lol:
 
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