Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Staying Healthy Is No Fun!

Yeah... She was pretty much giving me this look all afternoon

Vet day for the girls on Tuesday. Health checks, vaccinations, deworming, poking, proding, being ooohed and ahhhed over... it's been a long afternoon.,

They are healthy little peanuts, but back on eye drops to take care of the last of the inflammation and a dose of meds for potential ear mites (we can't see anything, but they're scratching lately so they have been medicated as a preventative measure). Add a dollop of flea medication (again, preventative... whew!) and being touched by strangers and Garnet and Belle have had quite enough of us today, thank you very much.

The good news is that the girls are learning I'm not all that bad in comparison to being handled by strangers. Belle purred in my arms and Garnet reached out to me whenever she was being held by someone else. She finally ended up sitting on my shoulder like a parrot (or a Chanel... take your pick). On the way home, a miracle occurred... I heard Garnet's voice for the very first time. Sure, I knew she had one. I had seen her mouthing meows to me through the glass door but had never been able to hear her. In the car, she decided that I should pay attention to her complaints while she batted at my armrest and squeaked about how much we tortured her today.

We took the long way home, picking up my little Italian Greyhound friend Zoey from doggie day care and dropping her off at home, before finally arriving back in Teeny Tiny Tabby Town. Belle has rearranged the blankets (and the clean rugs that she pulled down from on top of the storage boxes) and the girls have settled in to sleep off their distemper vaccine.

They're not much up for picture taking today. They said you might get lucky tomorrow.


A Name For Mama

The Kits of Summer's mama has been going by the completely uncreative name of Little Black Mama (or LBM for short) since we first discovered her a couple of months ago. Thanks to the fabulous Tina, she now has a name of her very own. Since we are going with a baseball theme for this litter (but apparently have more girls than we thought we did), Tina suggested names from the movie "A League Of Their Own" which is about the women's professional baseball league that played in major league parks while the male players were gone fighting during World War II. 

Little Black Mama got her name from Detroit's own Madonna's character in the movie. Mae Mordabito, centerfielder for the Rockford Peaches, behaved in a way that earned her the nickname "All the Way Mae".  I'll just leave it up to your imagination to figure out how Little Black Mama became Mae ;)

I'll introduce you to Mae's babies tomorrow.


  1. Yay for Mae! *HUGS*


  2. Lucky Mae. Poor kitts...those v-e-t visits are no fun.

  3. Aww, poor Garnet and Belle... :) Yeah, compared to *strangers* they must think that you're just the bee's knees!

    "All the Way Mae" -- heehee!!

  4. Love Mae! And now I want to watch that movie...

    Did you catch Mae, or just the kits? And I guess no one was ever able to catch the mama of the Mayweathers...

  5. Was she singing the song of her people or the warrior song?