bath-house

and,

...to offer the girls some privacy our mancat turns around.

rinse cycle

within a couple hours i returned to

check in with (click for photo)

mama and babes and they were all rinsed, groomed and dry. mama cat had em all cleaned up with the use of her super-cycle kitty tongue and sheer determination.

AWWW !

they were so new that when i had originally looked i saw little umbilicles still attached, wet fur and a dampened mama. i must have literally walked up when the last was born. they immediately knew what to do as they drank from their mamas milk.  and she had that calm, sleepy look about her as she kneeded them to sleep.  we have since transfered the nursing bed into a more safe and sheltered enclosing which mama went right for; no objections whatsoever.  we wanted to make sure they stay safe and warm since this crappy indecisive weather wont make up its mind.  i'm sorry guys, it will be spring soon.  just hold on.  i checked in on them yesterday and they were all practicing calling for mama as she stepped out of the box for a meal. 

did i say awwwwwwwww yet : )

edited to add: i forgot some specifics. mama is one of the three outdoor neighborhood cats who adopted us during this last winter. she is a tortie color. a smaller cat. we bunkered down mama and her boys next to our stove all winter within a structure that human mom (me) attempted to make function as a tent baracade to wind. her two-in-tow sons also adopted us & are much bigger than her. so , the plan is to love on these six little newbies and then find them a good home, and have the mamas girlie parts fixed.

wordless on thursday

chitchat

chattering her teeth, emitting a slight sound easily to be mistaken for the chirp of a bird. today lucky sat, window-sill perched, chitchatting with the loud tweeters (no not people on their c-phones) themselves whom were either perched in the tree or flying past one. part of me totally believes she really thought she was carrying on a conversation with the feathered flyers. part of me believes she totally actually was. then there is the you-know research stuff stating she is imitating the birds sound to draw their attention. all in all, and whatever the reason, cats are very creative. very evolved.

yep, cats do rule!

ice ice baby

after filling up the cube tray,

turning back around, this is what i saw...

edited to add: click here for maws recent post 'seasonal senses' on our other blog...

co-sleeping

the art of

1. original positioning

2. personal space

3. comfort

4. turning positions

is it love?

i tend to think it is my smelly foot stinch, however ask our mancat and he may tell you, ' love is in the air ' .

wherever our pants, shirts, socks or underwear may fall, that is where you will find our crew snuggled up. i think they would just prefer we go a week showerless and hand over our clothes for their super-sonic noses to bask within our pharmons.

but alas, clean laundry; there too you will find a pile of cat basking within their humans outter layers.

so, i ask. is it love. plain and simple the answer points to a fabulous Yes.

and kitty crew, WE love you. you are each the innocence of innocent, the perfectness of perfection, the greatness of great, the loveness of love, and the realness of real. our four soft and unconditional miracles.

a little secret, mommy even loves your itty bitty special pharmons as well, like your kitty breath and admittedly your kitty toots.

yes, i said it. toots, and all.

59 degrees

windows open, fresh air, dancing curtains and this...


need i say more.


and, http://ourinfertilityjourneytowardivf.blogspot.com to check out our progress on our home improvements .

blend

can you see me?
my black hairs blend in well to greyscale, hehehe.
i call it my night vision look.