Friends

There is nothing as precious as watching your nephew’s new kitten playing with the dog after, for the first time, hiding behind that dog and seeking safety from another cat.

Cory’s kitten, Loki was running away from my cat, Usako and hid behind our dog Vincent. I have pictures but can’t get them from my phone just yet, probably will tomorrow.

After Loki realized he’d hid behind someone he was usually afraid of, they then spent ten or so minutes playing (and it was actual playing.)

Sadly, Loki’s sister Freya is still afraid of Vincent even though I can tell Loki is trying to convince her that he’s an okay guy.

Sister Freya, mine
Vincent is really nice, see
How well he protects

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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

The Lion With The Lamb

image: Sissy and Usako, martha0stout's phone

image: Sissy and Usako, martha0stout’s phone

Pets will lie down
Even should they disagree
At what is allowed.
Cat loves to cuddle
Especially with a friend.
 

This little poem is for the revisit of Sreejit’s Dungeon Prompt: Peace. Also, my cat, Usako loves to cuddle. She’ll cuddle with anyone once she’s gotten used to you. Sissy’s like that too except Sissy doesn’t like fights at all. Usako will pick on my sister’s cat, Iris. This upsets Sissy and so she’ll go rushing over. She doesn’t bark or nip or anything, but a large animal showing up? That sends Usako scampering. They don’t always get along, my cat and my dog, but when they want to cuddle, they’re both at peace.