Pictures of kittens and also words.
This is the baby crew.
Every single one is my favorite.
First, we have Baby Sir Earl.
When he goes to Parliament, his official title will be The Second Earl of Grey… but unlike his predecessor, he cares nothing for wealth and power; as chancellor of the tea party, he believes the key to economic growth is a strong middle class.
You can scoop him up in the middle of wild attack mode, tuck him in your elbow to hold him like a baby, and he goes IMMEDIATELY into the loudest purr… he LOVES getting LOVE… out of the sweetest crew, this is the sweetest kitten.
Next:
Baby Petunia, trash lady, prima ballerina.
Sometimes the names just reveal themselves— Petunia is a dancing floof baby… (in my Instagram stories!) And when you have been gone for a while and she sees you again, she gets SO EXCITED— she does a prancing kneady dance… and if she sees that you are not petting her with BOTH of your hands, she gives you an outraged MEEP.
Also, she is a hoarder of trash. She LOVES a tissue. Or cotton ball. Or anything that can be shredded and used in her interpretive dance routines. I already knew this. But it was further confirmed just now when I found a whole hoard of ripped-up tissue behind a bin. I am positive it’s her stash.
Next:
Sweet Baby King Loulou, tribe of the shoulder monkeys,
Baby girl Louie’s namesake is my brother’s cat— named when they moved to St. Louis and got him… original Louie is massive and also some kind of reincarnated Egyptian king? Matthew explained to me his pedigree, but you know how hard it can be to understand all of the royal titles of other people’s animals.
Baby Loulou’s markings are the BEST— she is tiger on the top, cheetah on the belly. Her face fur is like Morse Code. Dot dot dash… but even better is her personality— for a kitten, this one is SNUGGLY… she LOVES to be up on your shoulder— EVEN when her siblings are doing crazy time… she LOVES to be with the humans.
She likes to ride on your shoulder and if you need both of your hands, you can just tuck her into your neck, like she is a violin chin rest— then you hold on to her with the side of your face.
Lastly, Tiny Baby Elvis.
If you are new, my soulmate catbaby died of cancer… she was a lady tuxedo, named Elvis… and at this point in my kitten-life, the black-and-white ones are always considered some iteration of Elvis.
Paul calls them Elvis Tribute Artists.
Little-known fact: the term Elvis impersonator is considered rude.
So this is my current ETA.
She was the tiniest of them all. OH MY GOSH SO TINY… A tiny baby runt.
It took her forever to start growing— now she has got the hang of it, but she is still half the size of Sir Earl.
She does not care. Elvis is FIERCE… she is a fighterbiter… all day, every day. Fighting and biting… Elvis gives no hedgehogs… she drinks 10 cups of coffee and STARTS ATTACKING AT DAWN.
Also, she is toy-aggressive— ALL OF THESE TOYS ARE MINE NONE OF THEM ARE FOR ANYONE ELSE.
I love her.
And yes, Petunia’s face is ALWAYS extra.
I’m rereading Missoula: Rape and the Justice System in a College Town.
Also, we watched two good documentaries, both on Netflix.
Inequality for all… (not new, but I had not even heard of it)… it’s why Sir Earl is soapboxing about how we must shed our political labels and realize that power has ALWAYS SOUGHT TO PIT THE WORKING CLASSES AGAINST EACH OTHER SO WE DON’T NOTICE WHAT THE RICH PEOPLE ARE DOING.
Also, Reversing Roe.
Also, apparently none of this even matters because the planet is almost over.
Meat and money are more important than oxygen and clean water.
October 18, 2018 @ 12:35 am
These cat babies remind me of my 4 week old babies I found last year abandoned in a woodshed on our property. Not abandoned by the mother but rather some low life scum bag who just left them to die. Sadly 2 of the 6 did before they were discovered in the late afternoon after a freezing cold night. My smallest which I named Tiny was a dead ringer for your Elvis baby and I was afraid that he was not going to make it. I also had a grey one that I called Dora the Explorer because she was just so inquisitive and was into everything.
Long story short after mothering them for a few days and realizing I was not equipped to handle 4 babies I found a shelter that takes only abandoned cats and so found a new foster mom for them. They told me that the babies get adopted quickly once they are ready…neutered, tattooed, chipped, wormed, vaccinated etc. I know they all went to great homes…these are the lucky ones, sadly many are not.
October 21, 2018 @ 1:38 pm
Did anyone see the recent news story of the woman who accused a 9 year old boy of sexually assaulting her in a convenience store ?? Video surveillance revealed the boy accidentally brushed up against her butt with his backpack … so believe every woman ??? Don’t think so … for every legitimate sexual assault victim there is a crazy lunatic just looking for the opportunity to destroy an innocent person’s life.
October 21, 2018 @ 3:33 pm
I came home a week ago to a tiny kitty yowling in my front yard. It is Elvis. We captured it and this tiny feral kitty has now take up residence in my guest room. I will find a perfect home for him. I cannot keep anymore animals due to my heart condition. But would keep them all if I could. Thank you for your compassion
October 30, 2018 @ 8:57 pm
I have admired your blog at a distance for some time now. I would check in and out, looking for new GFTs and thinking how fortunate you are that you have a Paul to move them for you. My Paul is Bob and Bob does not know how to fix things, although he has occasionally moved large pieces of furniture for me. Bob and I are lawyers and I finally subscribed to your blog today because this post captured all of my feelings perfectly. Thank you for letting me know that I am not alone and for your wit and irrepressible spirit that cheers me up in these dark days.
November 23, 2018 @ 8:36 pm
I have been following Victorias blog for a long time. I loved her story of dear Elvis. The kittens she fosters are adorable and such sweetness to look at. I love her antiquing and hoarding blogs. I will never forget the huge mirror she bought down an alley in the city. That being said, I really hope this blog does not turn into what I have been reading. Rage, Anger, ugliest remarks. There are blogs where you can spout what you believe and rail against the powers that be, but please don’t ruin this blog for those of us who love her passion for little kitties, her fun decorating and her humor. None of us need more depressing comments. There are plenty to go around on other sites and in the news. Can’t we have a site where we see the kittens and see Victorias adventures. And her amazing humor
February 26, 2019 @ 9:06 pm
I also saw your hands with cat scratchies all over. Every cat you have is adorable. I have two cats Blakrat and Minyrat. Their actual names are Mortimer and Katja.