Welcome, Chickies!

Several weeks ago, before we got rabbits, we got chickies.

image: from martha0stout's phone

image: from martha0stout’s phone

image: from martha0stout's phone

image: from martha0stout’s phone

This is from the first day that we had them. The brown ones are egg-layers and the yellow ones are meat chickens that sadly only live for two months after they are fully matured, which also happens faster than the egg-layers. They are adorable and make tiny little cheeps that would keep my sister (whose room their little protected tub and heat lamp were placed in) up all night.

image: from martha0stout's phone

image: from martha0stout’s phone

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image: from martha0stout’s phone

 

She ended up sleeping in our sister’s room upstairs after our sister and her husband had to head back into the Valley we’d just left. (Adam couldn’t breathe out here, so they’re getting an apartment with his sister and another of our sisters in April. They will be back for their furniture in April as well.)

The chickies don’t bother my niece and I, who can hear them from our room, but we’re heavier sleepers than Julia.

The cats and Sissy are very interested in the chickies as well! (I tried to catch a picture of Iris as well, but she’s like this ink blot that soaks up all light without reflecting any back!)

image: Sissy, from martha0stout's phone

image: Sissy, from martha0stout’s phone

image: Cotton, from martha0stout's phone

image: Cotton, from martha0stout’s phone

image: Usako, from martha0stout's phone

image: Usako, from martha0stout’s phone

Muddy Cotton – Random Moment

image: Cotton, from martha0stout's phone

image: Cotton, from martha0stout’s phone

She stared at me without comprehension, not certain of what I was doing. My sister held her tightly to her chest, careful of her face and worried that we were frightening the poor dear.

I had other thoughts on my mind such as, I really hope that Cotton continues to suffer us to clean the mud out from between her little toes with more patience than she usually shows when near a sink full of water. She seems annoyed that dipping her paws into the water to work the thick mud out before we can use a rag to get out the rest is necessary.

But she suffered it without clawing our faces off and there were plenty of opportunities to do so.

Family In All Shapes and Sizes – Thankful Thursday

It’s that time again, but this time I think I’ll focus on a few little things once more instead of just one theme. Not because there aren’t big things or people that I can focus on, but because there are a lot of little things I can think of at the moment and I want to share them.

This week I am thankful for:

Company during filing
image: older family phone
image: older family phone
Tommy
 
The best of friends
image: old family phone
image: old family phone
Tommy and Oz
image: old family phone
image: old family phone
Tommy and Oz
 
Peace at home, goodwill between cats and dogs
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Usako and DA
 
Comfy places to sleep
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Cotton

 

 
Companionship
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Sadie and Sammy
 
Curiosity is better with siblings
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Dora and DA
 
Random camera shy cat
image: martha0stout's phone
image: martha0stout’s phone
Usako
 
Adorable puppies
image: sister's phone
image: sister’s phone
Dora

Really, I’m grateful for animal family members today, both past and present.

For the original Thankful Thursday post today: http://mithriluna.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/thankful-thursday-the-goodness-of-life/

Frolicking Crisis

She frolicked through the tall grass, chasing ducks and snakes and whatever else caught her fancy.

“Iris!”

The black cat continued to run about, enjoying her new-found freedom of playing in more than just the backyard.

“Iris!”

She didn’t even turn an ear to the voice calling her name. The outdoors were just too much fun! She was going to stall as long as possible before going home. Cotton, that old white and black grandma of a cat, went out for the whole day all the time and she was hardly ever called to come back sooner than she wanted!

(Iris completely ignored the fact that she was still very much a kitten in human and cat terms and that she had never been this far from home by herself. She was too busy griping about her mom calling her home earlier than she wanted to.)

Meanwhile, back at the house…

Iris’s mom and dad were really starting to worry. It had been more than five hours since anyone had seen their cat and both of them had lost other cats in much the same way. They had gone out one day and never come back. They couldn’t bare to lose Iris after not even having her for a full year yet.

Everyone ran around the house, the yard, the creek, looking for the missing cat. This was truly another Family Crisis.


Written for this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2014/06/3ww-ccclxxii.html

Also, this happened to us yesterday. It was really hard on my sister and her husband because Iris is still very much a kitten. We finally found her playing near the creek… Which didn’t help as my sister was convinced that she’d fall in, be one of those few cats that can’t swim (family history has taught us that they do exist…for us at least) and fall into the creek and drown.

Her husband and I finally got her after dark and dragged her back into the house (man, but that can can wriggle!) I got a nice slice of one of my fingers taken off as a parting shot, but that cat is now in the house (and it time out apparently.)

Work It Out Kitties

I know that you’re scared
Right now you’re not prepared.
It will get better, don’t you fret.
So don’t run away just yet.
Why can’t we be friends?
Usually you’re just a pest
So of course you’ll want to be the best.
At least try to let her in
Kindly will you try to begin?
Oh I wish you’d try to get along…

Two kitties learning to get along while the third just watches and waits in the wings to see what will be the fallout.

I wanted to use this for this week’s Traces Prompt (http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/05/22/traces-prompt-3-opening-the-door-to-your-heart/) because when I thin of open doors lately, I think of my cat learning to get along with my sister’s cat. It’s going to be tough going for the next while. Cotton, the eldest cat, is just observing the interactions between Iris (sister’s cat) and Usako (my cat). In the end, Cotton is the Alpha cat while the other two are figuring out whose the second top cat.