Of course, Cricket is fast asleep, but it’s a start!
Cricket
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November 30, 2009
So Cricket is around four months old and last night she caught her first mouse. Let me back up a bit. It was 9:45 and I was beat; so I headed in the general direction of my bedroom. Cricket was already in there, doing what she always does: chasing. Everything. Her chasing got in the way of my feet and I was very happy about that…but I was even more unhappy when I discovered what she was chasing via sitting on it. Actually, I don’t think anyone involved was very happy about this: Cricket, me or the mouse. However, I was the loudest.
But Cricket caught and killed her first mouse at the tender age of four months! (I’m trying to ignore the fact that she caught and killed it on my bed.) You go, girl!
P.S. I know I was trying to be patient and independent and all, but I want my bed raised up now! as soon as financially possible. Don’t you hate it when your parents are proven right, again?
November 26, 2009
It's a Cricket sandwich!
Hi!
November 11, 2009
…but it sure is fun!
You drink that?!
Hey there
Tyrant of all I survey.October 20, 2009
Ellie is the cat we’ve had since 2000. She is pretty, snotty, aloof, dislikes physical exercise and disdains to show affection save in the dead of winter. Oh, and she doesn’t like other cats.
Cricket is my kitten, and a resident of this house for 3 weeks. She is lively, active, affectionate.
Ellie is almost 9 years older. Currently she is bigger, stronger, more co-ordinated…by all rights she ought to be top cat.
The interactions between the two cats lead my family to compose this ditty (sung to the tune of “Pop goes the weasel”):
All around the living room
The kitten chased the cat.
The kitten thought it was all in fun:
“Help!!” goes the cat.
October 4, 2009
of my very own Cricket. Yes, between last post and this one I have fallen in love. Well, it actually happened Monday night, sometime between the many midnight wake-ups. Now I know why they are called “cat naps”.
Cricket has definately improved from being the scrawny, wretched roadkill waiting to happen of last Monday. She’s gained 8 ounces (bringing her up to 1.5 pounds) and has shown herself to be very feisty, playful and somewhat demanding kitty. I’m raising her right, by the way. She prefers helping me read books to helping me watch movies…though she does like the computer. Or the keyboard, rather.
Cricket’s first day here:
The second day:
Today:
Monday morning: Cricket now weighs 1 pound 10 ounces.
September 28, 2009
One of the things that can make me just so irritated is the amount of strays that roam the country and how they came to be strays. Most of them come from the city folk (pardon the expression) who just dump their unwanted animals on the most convienent country road and drive off; either not knowing or not caring about the poor animal’s chance of survival. The vast majority of these stories do not have happy endings. The strays either get run over, or become feral; roaming the woods and fields in search of food–which they usually take from farm animals. Because they were once tame, these animals do not have the fear of humans or the sense of how to survive on their own that the always wild ones do; and therefore are more dangerous, both to themselves, humans and their property.
This story that I am telling now, however, does have a happy ending. Or will, one of these days.
Mom took Opal for their customary walk down the road this morning. Along the way they found a roadkill that used to fit the description of a cat. In the ditch on the side of the road was a paper bag. The paper bag began making the most unhappy sounds and eventually out crawled a bedraggled, bur-covered miserable slip of a kitten. In lieu of its real mother, the poor little thing adopted Miss Opal and Mom. What it lacked in size and respectable appearance it more than made up for in persistance. For a whole mile it followed them, sometimes weaving in and out of Opal’s legs, sometimes snuggled in Mom’s arms.
The kitten had a mixed reception here at the house. I was startled by the return of three, when I had clearly seen two leave, but took it to the bathroom to clean up. Jake alternated between viewing it as a threat and viewing it as a play-thing…neither was exactly what you would call “helpful”. Ellie (our resident feline Queen) hissed at the intruder from a safe distance. Opal was slightly overwhelmed but surprisingly not opposed to this interesting creature. She even allowed it to lay next to her, as long it didn’t come too close. The kitten just desperately to be cuddled and to have food in her belly.
This afternoon, Mom and I took the kitten to the vet’s. We returned home with kitten food, replacer milk, a bed, a toy and a confirmed 3 week-to-4 week old female kitten who will answer to the name of “Cricket”.
So, we now have an unexpected new addition to our household menagerie: Cricket the long-haired kitten.
Pictures will follow soon.
