well what do you know. made two days, that's it for blogging every day. ~laughs~ and it was mostly just pointings at that.
Stupid pet rambling today for something to post. Hopefully fic this evening. Sleep has been in 2 hour naps and writing time has been spent trying to inhale coffee and think in a straight line while there was quiet more than writing.
The Invaders have all been named.
King Louie/Louie--the little cream & orange tabby tom kitten
Dot--little black & white female wiht a black dot on her white chin.
Dora--as in Dora the explorer, she's the one in everything most often, the little tortie/black calico.
The other two little tom kittens were named by Boo, round about. He got asked about kitten names, started reciting baseball teams. Since he's obsessed with all New York teams, regardless of sport,
Mets--little black and white tom kitten
Yankee--little black/charcoal tomkitten (mostly looks black, but if he's in sunlight you can see a bit of tabby marking in him)
The Invaders have conquered CookieCat. She herds them and fusses at them more than mama TinyCat. That and Cookie's a typical kid. The night she decided to go down and plunk in the kittens box in the laundry room, I tried to take her out of it how many times. She of course went directly back to it like the brat she is. ~rolls eyes~ way to train a cat? tell it no. it will ensure the cat does what it's told not to every time. And you probably won't break the cat of the habit like you will a two year old human, until two year old hits about 13-15.
At the moment there is a pile of fur next to my desk, mostly dark with some cream/orange & white speckles and spots (Tiny & Cookie are both tortie/mostly black calico) and one little ball of orange sprawled ontop of the longest fur in the pile (Cookie being the long-haired one)
Brandy however is traumatized. Yes. 35 lbs of Beagle, supposedly a hunting/tracking breed, utterly and completely terrified of not even a combined 2lbs worth of itty bitty kittens.
Dora, whose head--the *top* of her head is equal with the ankle of my daughter's tennis shoe (just a plain old running shoe, decent sole on it but not hightop or particularly notably thick sole, size five womens tennis shoe)--Little Bitty Dora was *chasing* Brandy. Brandy ran yelping for the Girl's bed. (Invader's haven't mastered climbing up on the bed yet. Next weeks going to be very traumatic for Brandy because they should have the climbing *up* business down by then. They're just about mastering climbing down from bed or couch or chair they've been put on without going thunk-land-on-nose)
Brandy needs to go out, she either has to be picked up and carried around the kittens or the kittens picked up and moved out of the way, and then Brandy will *RUN* past where the kittens are, to the point of skidding out on wood or lineoleum into oh, walls, the stove, the fridge...
The sooner the Invaders find homes the better. Ugh. You'd think the worry would be the dog going chomp on the kittens? No. It's the kittens giving the dog a heart attack.
Seriously, as sweet (and honestly *quiet* for a Beagle) Brandy is? Never ever ever ever have a purebred animal again. She's allergic to everything. Neurotic to the point you just have to stare at the dog and shake your head (and she's been that way since the day we got her, when she was..2? Only reason we have a purebred or actually a house dog at all was a can't take with move.. Cookie likes laying on couch, she's been dragging Invaders up there with her. Tiny's a convert to the couch as well as long as kids aren't home.)
Brandy is also sulking big time. Cookie's her buddy. Cookie is hanging with Tiny & Invaders. Kids are all gaga over Invaders. ~pets the poor Brandy~