Huntin' Season

The butterflies are back in town and full-fledged messin' with Hobbes has resumed.  I don't think he's ever caught one--but it doesn't mean that he gives up trying.

Chopper.....Blending in

I got Chopper as an itty bitty kitten at an adoption fair.

The organization has a no kill policy, and asks me to sign a contract saying that I agree to never let the cat outside and that I will not have him declawed.

O.K.

 This tiny little kitten is in a big dog kennel with four of his sisters.  It's the first time they are away from their mom, and all of them, with the exception of Chopper, is hunkered down in fear.  He is also the only orange one in the bunch!  He's just sitting there, looking around.  Then he gets up, strides across the kennel to one of his cowering siblings, and pounces directly on top of her.  She responds only by cowering even more.  "Hmf" Chopper seems say with his face, and does the same to another sister.

 Probably wondering why no one wantsto play. 

"I'll take the orange one" I say.

      

BB -

The Beebster is 4. He was adopted from the Madison-Greene Rescue in Virginia. They were having an adoption thingy in PetSmart and we were there picking up some food or whatever for our 2 cats. I saw this crazy kitty trying to escape his cage. He had more energy and personality than could be contained in his striped tabby body. I had to meet this character. The Madison-Greene people said he was a little looney because he wasn't used to being in a cage; he lived in a foster home with other cats and people. There was this stiff and stuffy looking couple giving him the eye and I just knew this orange ball of energy was not for them so - Surprise! I took him.

He was about 5 months old so I called him BB for "baby boy" until I could come up with a better name. But less than 24 hours after we took him home BB came to mean "bad boy" and this is why....

New Red cat

Hi there, my name is Little Bit. We were very nicely asked to post on this blog by Hobbes since he is a little tired right now. I came to my new Mom's house as a foster kitty because they were going to send me to the bridge since I had to have a big surgery done to my leg and a lot of people don't want a special care cat.

Well I worked my way right into Marg's heart and she just couldn't let me go. So I am a permanent fixture here now. I am also a feral cat but I am getting better and better every day.

I am learning to trust humans a little bit plus I am using my bad hind leg more and more. So things are looking good right now.

We are so glad to be asked to join this Red Cat Society. There are 3 more red cats here, so we will be back.