I tried the almond eggnog a couple of years ago. It’s pretty good – especially the cinnamon flavored one. I can’t remember where I got it, though, so I haven’t been able to get any this year.
Update – Jareth let me give her some of the antibiotic when we got home. We’re going to start Maddie’s tonight, since it’s supposed to be given every 12 hours. (I don’t think Jareth will be that cooperative, but I’m going to try.) Both kittens are currently enjoying a nice can of kitten food for supper – and both seem willing to eat, which is more than I was really expecting with Maddie’s nose being so stopped up.
Peta wants everyone to know that she is not happy with this development! Madison is in her bathroom and I gave the babies her kitten food! This is a major injustice in Peta’s eyes.
Glenda mentioned a Christmas movie with them, but she couldn’t remember the name. Maybe we’ll watch it tonight. Thanks for giving me a name to look for!
Glenda and I just left the emergency vet with a kitten from the colony. He’s got an upper respiratory infection and is a bit dehydrated, so he has to come into the house for treatment. (I don’t think we could lay hands on him to treat him once he started feeling better if he stayed outside.) Welcome to the clowder, Madison!
There’s a blue point siamese kitten in the colony who is also showing signs of a respiratory infection, so the vet gave me extra medicine, just in case I can get ahold of get ahold of her to try treating before she gets too bad. Fingers crossed that Jareth cooperates.
Martie insists on “helping” me type, too. (When he’s awake, that is. He’s currently napping on my lap.) Some of my text messages can get a bit out there with his input. Thankfully, most of my friends know the real reason.
I believe it’s something of a “cat in the box”situation. (My phone refuses to acknowledge any spelling of his name, and I refuse to commit to a spelling on my own before I’ve had my coffee.) Just as the cat is both alive and not alive until the box is opened and the truth becomes fixed, the statement is both true and false until the time comes and the outcome becomes a fixed point. Which is it say, there may or may not be someone planning to burn down the orphanage as we speak, but it pays to take proper precautions to stop this hypothetical individual, just in case.
If I have an older cat show up, I always ask them their name. Whatever pops into my head is what they almost always end up answering to. (Like Joshua, a large gray tabby, Misty, a calico, and Tristan, a part Bengal boy all “told” me their names when Dixie brought them to me.) The inside cats were all small kittens when we got them, so their names were a bit different. Leo is named Kisten Leonardo after my favorite character in Kim Harrison’s Hollow series and the fact that Glenda thought he looked like a little gray lion in a tux. Rosie’s full name is Theodore Roosevelt. He was named partially after my Teddy-bear who died a few days before he was born, and partially because Glenda wanted “flower names” for his litter. (His mother’s name was Tyger-Lilly.) Martie, Martin Gabriel, was named because Glenda liked the idea of giving the kittens names starting with the same letter as their mother’s name. Since the mother was Morgan, we ended up with Martin and Megan. (Megan, unfortunately vanished before we could bring her home. Morgan found a home with someone else in the plant.) McDuff, Rory McDuff, was named because he “roared” the entire way home after I found him in a parking lot, again, at work. We had several “Shakespearean” cats at the time, so I went with McDuff from the play Macbeth as a middle name. Paris, Paris Jon, was named because Glenda likes to give city names if she isn’t sure of gender. (His sister is Sydney.) Jon came because he looks and acts a lot like a cat we had years ago named Jonny Marie. (We thought she was a boy until she had kittens, so she was originally named for Johnny Depp. Peta, Peta Joy, was named after Pru, who’s full name was Prudence Jane. Glenda wanted to keep the initials the same, and Peta means “beloved.” (Don’t ask me what language, that’s Glenda’s strong suit, not mine.) The colony kitties are too numerous to go into here, honestly, and, again, most of them told us their names.
Hopefully our next set will go a bit smoother, now that they’ve at least dealt with two ferals. I’m hoping to get a couple more done, soon, but I still have more work to do with them to get them to the point where I can trap them. That’s why Misha and Shadow went first – they’re two of the friendlier kids in the colony.
I tried the almond eggnog a couple of years ago. It’s pretty good – especially the cinnamon flavored one. I can’t remember where I got it, though, so I haven’t been able to get any this year.