Lazy Caturday.

Packed and Ready for Caturday.

Victoria.

Victoria playing with all the new kitty tags that I bought at PetSmart today…

The brats will be 90 days old on April 12th. I hauled Victoria and Lizzy to the vet today for shots - can you believe that the vets here want THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY DOLLARS to spay EACH kitty?? I find that unbelievable. My mom just paid $75 to get one of her cats spayed. Seriously. I’m thinking about driving to Kentucky with the girls to get them spayed there - it would be cheaper to spend the gas money driving there and back!

Victoria did NOT enjoy her shot. The vet wasn’t holding her down enough and she moved, and I’m pretty certain that the needle did more than just skin - and as I recall from my own personal experience when the Dr. had to drain fluid from my stomach after my tummy tuck years ago and accidentally knicked my abdominal muscles. Victoria had the same reaction I did, which is to say there was a lot of hissing, spitting and tension. They also gave the ladies feline leukemia shots with a weird hypospray gadget. No needles involved on this one, but after a slightly delayed reaction Victoria jumped about three feet straight up in the air! Good thing the vet was holding her or I would have had a cat landing on my head!

Elizabeth has gone into heat. Estrus. So she’s walking around caterwauling and raising a ruckus.

Mr. B isn’t quite sure what to do.. he’s been fixed since he was a little tom cat.. but instincts kick in and half the time he’s.. you know… … …better be shooting blanks.

The other half of the time he’s hiding under my desk or in a kitty carrier trying to keep out of Lizzy’s sights, bless his little orange heart.

I don’t normally put ICHC pictures in here, but for some reason this one was too good to pass up.

see more i can has cheezburger.

Eric called me this afternoon in a complete tizzy. There is a scorpion loose in his house and he wanted to know if it was OK if Bennie came back here for a couple of days until maintenance could spray. Of course it was fine - I’d rather have crazy kitty back than have her get hurt trying to tame a scorpion.

So the household is now brimming with kittens again, much to Mr. Bigglesworth’s chagrin. The kittens are almost a full 11 weeks old - it is amazing how much they’ve changed in those short weeks - Victoria is just the sweetest most gentle kitten, and Bennie is the total opposite. Lizzy and Mr. B get along super-fantastically now too, which makes me completely happy of course Kitties are far better to the repairing of mental health than any doctor or pill. MmmmHmmmm

Mr. Bigglesworth.

4×5 view camera, using expired Polaroid 59 instant color film

I am a sad panda. Bennie went to her forever home on Monday, and I miss her. I think Victoria and Lizzie miss her too, but since they still have each other it is hard to tell. Victoria sure does a lot more sleeping without Bennie constantly attacking her. Something’s up with Lizzie’s milk machine too - all of her milk-makers on the right-paw side are swollen. So I get to call the vet tomorrow to find out if I need to haul her fuzzy but all over Tempe. She isn’t acting any weirder than normal, and is currently romping around the house with midnight crazies, so who knows.

On the plus side, Lizzie and Mr. B are getting along a lot better now - the other day Mr. B just walked right up to a snoozing Lizzy and started giving her a kitty-bath.

Kitties are so weird.

Happy Caturday.

Happy Caturday from Bennie and I jere at CCL* headquarters.

*Crazy Cat Lady