A Comfy Seat

Queen Maybelline made a trip to the rescue vet on Saturday morning... a very routine trip that ended with her finding a very special spot.

As is customary in all vet visits, the first stop was at the scale.

"This seat is comfy. Mae shall stay right here."

And so she did.

She remained past the moment when her weight was declared.

"That's not a big number at all. Maisy's fluff surely doesn't weigh much."

She remained while the vet checked her teeth.

She stayed put while the vet checked her eyes...

which were rolling when the vet tried to move her in order to listen to her heart.

Mae stayed put.

"This is MAE'S seat. Please don't try to remove her. Can we take it home?"

And so she remained in her favorite new spot.

She stayed put during her vaccination. 

She stuck like glue during her worming treatment too.

"That stuff was nasty. Can we leave now? Don't forget my new chair."

Mae eventually had to leave her new special spot, as she was not alone on this expedition. The Roo needed her turn on the scale.

"That spot was not comfortable AT ALL. No not one little bit!"

*Insert of a random photo of The Roo since she was not nearly as happy as Mae to be there.*

Ruby's lack of happiness with the scale may have more to do with the vet visit. Or perhaps it was with the numbers that came up on the digital screen. You see...

Mae = 8 pounds, 15 ounces

Ruby = 9 pounds, 11 ounces

"How did that happen? The Roo is ITTY BITTY!!!!"

Or perhaps the photos are more "true Roo" and less "unflattering angle".

"Watch it, Mama Lady! Roo sees you when you're sleeping."

I love Ruby Roo no matter what size she is. And you know how they say numbers never lie?

The numbers on the scale LIED. She is an itty bitty, teeny tiny princess...

And the sweetest kitty in the house

(even if she gives good side-eye).

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Calling all NY/NJ friends!

Washburn, Serenity, Shepard, and Jayne need to find their forever homes.

I have it on good authority that they are exceptionally sweet and have incredible purr motors.

The three boys are 5 months old. Serenity is a full blooded Birman.

You know you want them. 

I can hook you up with Gail if you'd like more information.

teenytinytabbies AT gmail DOT com

Maisy's Little Secret

Pssst!

Mae feels that we know each other well enough now that she can share a teeny tiny secret with you...

Check the picture below and the secret you shall know.

Did you get it?

Good. Because she may not show you again ;-)

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Getting to know you

Getting to know all about you

When we are with you

"When we are with WHO? Nobody here but us, Lady!"

Are you sure about that?

Check the lump between you, girls.

Who could that be?

It can't be Simba. He's over on the chair.

Let's see. It's not Max. It's not Ruby. It's not Simba. Who could it be?

"Don't tell them it's me. Mae does not like the song of their people."

We're getting closer, folks.

Catnip on a Cold Day

Hey! Does your house look like this?

Why, yes... that IS over a foot of snow blocking my front door!

Does your driveway look like this?

And your dashboard look like this?

Well, then you might just live in Michigan.

Welcome to winter. The most ridiculous winter in 30 years, easily. My kids went back to school for one whole day following their Christmas break and now have been home for four (FOUR!) additional days to entertain and annoy each other. Yay, me! (And if you get that last part, you most definitely have children)

Thankfully, the cats have no difficulty entertaining themselves. 

Max, for example, discovered that she has the ability to open the drawers in the kitchen.

She learned how to open them wide enough to discover what was inside of them.

She learned that MAX could fit inside of the drawer too!

This particular drawer was especially interesting. It holds the dog brush and the nail clippers.

She found a couple of cat toys in there too. 

Oh yeah... Max found the nip too.

Mr. Simba found the nip and tried to lick it out of Maxie's fur.

"Do you MIND, kind sir? Max was saving that nip for later! Now go away!"

"You too, Chucklehead. Beat it before Max shows you the Paw-o-Doom!"

And when she was done, Max cleaned every bit of catnip out of her fur to make certain that not a crumb was wasted.

She streeeeetched and went on her way, knowing her job was done.

What job was that, you might ask?

Making the Lady clean up the drawer in the kitchen.

Hopefully, she finds something a bit less destructive to do tomorrow.

Sharing is Caring

"Look, Max! Ruby found this most excellent toy! Would you like to share it with me?"

"SURE! Thank you for sharing your toy with Max!"

"MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!"

"Ruby does not think this is how sharing works."

"And Lady?? Ruby is not fond of the angle of your picture taking lately.

The Roo is to be portrayed at all times as a TEENY TINY TABBY.

Or did you not get the memo on only sharing flattering photos?"

For those who missed it on Facebook this morning, I posted a photo of a most unlikely set of critters on my bed:

I made mention at the time that Max was nowhere as big as she appeared, being 90% fluff and all. And then it dawned on me that Ruby's size appeared a bit misleading too. She looks a bit, well, shall we say "meatloaf-ish"?

So in order to make up for my photographic deficiencies in the above pictures, I present to you a teeny tiny Ruby. (And I swear she wasn't sucking anything in while I was taking this photo!)

Happy New Year!

Sorry that we're late checking in this evening.

We spent our morning recuperating from our exciting New Year's Eve celebration of family movie night and a rousing game of Apples to Apples.

We spent our afternoon waiting for a very important football game.

"Is it time yet?"

We spent our evening cheering on our team and celebrating our first Rose Bowl victory in 26 years.

It is a truly happy new year so far.

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We spent New Year's Eve taking down the Christmas decorations, including the tree, and returning the house to "normal" (whatever that is). That meant invading Miss Maisy Mae's room and taking away her tree. When we returned to her room this morning, we found... um... we couldn't find... well, we couldn't find the cat that we'd left in there!

We did find the heating element from her bed that Mae pulled out of the bedding. But where's Mae?

Look closer. Can you find her?

Smart girl didn't just go under the blankets. She tucked herself inside the blankets. 

"It's 13 degrees outside, Lady, and Mae's popped holes in the window cling. It's cold in here!"

We've had some pretty major developments on the Maisy Mae front. Our girl is throwing timidity to the wayside (which is good, since Ruby Roo has already corned the scaredy cat market around here). She's turning into a regular Chatty Cathy, greeting me with conversation whenever I enter the room. Not only that, but...

Wait for it...

She comes out of her hiding spots or off her high ledges to meet me at the door. And...

Wait for it...

She climbs into my lap without invitation. And...

Wait for it...

She very nearly follows me through the door into the main house whenever I leave her. And...

Wait for it...

She sits at the door and calls to me whenever I'm not with her.

SO worth waiting for!

2013: Foster Faces in Review

Lincoln

Cruz

Abby (with The Roo)

Zelda

Sadie

Frosty

Cole

Chanel

Grizzly

Bear

Misty

Levi

Mama Clarice

Graham

Belle

Garnet

Miguel

Princess Torii

Maxie

Mama Mae

20 fosters, 19 adoptions, 1 more to go.