3 has been adopted!

3 the kitten has been adopted, he's going to a loving family experienced with cats. Their 2 sons are twins ages 5 and have been asking for a black kitten for months now - when they found out 3 was looking for a new home they jumped at the chance.

New Daddy came to collect 3 yesterday in a brand new cat carrier, 3 came with a cat climbing tower, sleeping basket, multiple toys and kitten food and buscuits. New Daddy asked me how much he had to pay, but I asked for a donation for the local Cat's Protection League instead.

I had a little cry when he'd gone, but Bacon & Eggy seem to have forgotten him already, Eggy has just hit 6 months of age and has discovered his new little cat dingle, and is tearing around the house screaming for no reason and sitting on my lap asking for love every time I stay still for more than a minute - I have just put the phone down from making his appointment for neutering next Friday :)

Anyway, time to sign off now with the last photo of 3 that I took, just minutes before he was whisked away to his new home. Goodbye little man!

Fostering a 3rd Kitten - September 2010

I had a call at the weekend from a friend who was in a bit of a pickle with his new kitten - his girlfriend was violently allergic! She started to take one anti histamine tablet a day to ease the symptoms, but after weeks of increased dose to 3 a day, it was clear this relationship was not going to last. The telephone call went something like this:
"Hi Nina, how are you?"
"Hi Demitri - err you have never called me before"
"Umm, yeah, listen, how do you fancy another cat?"
[at this point I paused for half a second, my heart leaped at the possibility of another cat, but my brain gave off warning signals that my partner would not entertain the idea]
"Err, Fred will go mad but I can't say no," - thinking on my feet, I continued "If no one else will take the little man I will look after him and find him a new home"

So that was that. Two days later, the kitten was delivered, apparently without a name. I thought about this for a few minutes and decided not to name him (despite the fact he looks like a 'Bandit' as his facial colourings looks like he is wearing a burglars mask over his eyes) however as he was a temporary cat, and the third in the house, I named him '3'.

I was confident that Eggy would be fine meeting a new kitten, after all he's only 6 months old himself, Bacon however, I predicted a lot of noise and bluff. And lots of running away. I was right on both counts. Eggy came in from outside through the catflap and literally ran straight into '3' on the stairs. '3' has a panic attack at this surprise and leapt straight upwards in shock, his tail fat with alarm, eyes huge with bewilderment. Eggy leaned forward to sniff the new smell of this creature, and the little fella promptly boxed him on the nose in terror. Eggy was a little surprised at this kind of welcome, but was so curious he tried again to get a better smell. Their noses touched. A brief scramble up and down the stairs and Eggy had a new shadow, his name was '3'.

For the next hour they chased each other around the house, behind sofas, up the backs of chairs, behind curtains, under tables, around chair legs and inside boxes. It's been a long time since I have seen cats actually play and not really wanting to assert authority on each other, just experiencing the joy of someone else who wants to do exactly the same thing - go crazy and have fun! It was very funny to watch this charade continue in every room of the house, from one to another then back again, upstairs in the bathroom and down the stairs, '3' in front with Eggy right behind and BAM! Straight into Bacon who had heard the noise and had come up the stairs to investigate.

Bacon did a kitten jump straight up in the air, which is funny to see as he is a big fat black cat who looks like the feline equivalent of a mean door bouncer at a rough nightclub. He was scaredy cat! He hissed and showed his teeth, '3' just sat and blinked at him. Not bothered. Bacon backed off and '3' ran past downstairs, leaving behind a fat cat with assorted question marks hovering over his head.

Eggy and '3' continued to play, unfortunately Bacon took refuge in a corner under some stored tables, which is where the kitten were playing earlier. The two playmates were headlong down the house, straight under the tables to find a quivering monster cat scared out of his mind. More hissing, more backing off, more giggling from me at the oversized pussy cowering in the corner at a small kitten who would fit in a half pint glass. I decided to open a tin of tuna to entice Bacon out, to no avail. Eggy and '3' ate silently, side by side without a problem.

After a munch and a first visit to the litter tray (who's a Good Boy) fighting resumed around the house, Eggy pretending to be a big cat bully but not quite pulling it off..

In the night there was several occurrences of bare toes getting scratched and bitten, usually this is Eggy but as the newcomer spent most of the night on top of the duvet he seems to have learned quickly that toes in duvets shout things like "Gerroff!" and "GetOutOfIt!"

This morning Bacon was slightly more accommodating, less afraid, less hissing, photos have been put on Facebook appealing for a new owner to come forward .. fingers crossed!

V-E-T visit for sneezing kitten and cat!

Over the May Bank Holiday weekend both Bacon and Eggy started to sneeze, I washed bedding in case of mites, but that didn't help. Bacon then had conjunctivitus, which cost £29.50 from the V-E-T because they charge a £25 consultation fee and the cream was less than a fiver! Bit peeved about this, but what can you do. You can't buy online without a prescription!

Anyway, a week goes by, and Eggy starts with runny eyes and nose and sneezing gets worse for both cats, I took them both to the V-E-T yesterday and Bacon was running a temperature and was listless, just letting the vet poke and prod him, even the thermometer up the bum didn't make him flinch! The vetlady thinks he has cat chlamydia and not cat flu.

Then it was Eggys turn, and he was bouncing around the table and the vetlady had to hold him down at the back and I had to hold his front whilst he had thermometer up the bum - he didn't like that!

BIG NEWS: When the vetlady was listening to Eggys chest, she diagnosed a heart murmur! This is when there is a small hole in the heart and oxygenated blood mixes with deoxygenated blood and may cause tiredness when he gets older, however she said it was a very small murmur and as he's only 9 weeks old his body is still forming and he could grow out of it. She also said the vast majority of cats that do have a heart murmur never show any symptoms.

So, when Eggy graduates with honors from the University, I'm going to nominate him for a bravery award and wear my best hat..... (lol)

Anyway, I guess you are wanting some new kitten photos? OK, here we go. More kitty blog next month.

moar funny pictures

New kitten next weekend!

Ma's been acting a bit funny lately - some may say no more than everyday - but she is buying kitten litter, and kitten milk and kitten food.


Well, now Sandwich has been adopted by a new loving mum and dad, I have been crying to go outside, even though there is still the big black bully cat wating to ambush me. I want to go out that much in the sunshine, that I was take all risks and have started to stand up for myself even though this big cat is almost twice my weight and size. He's not keeping me from enjoying the fine weather outside!


Ma keep saying how much I would like a new companion, and it's true, I have made friends with a lady cat down the road, and we sit on a fence next to each other and watch the world go by, there is also a nice small black cat that I like to sit with, I don't want to fight, only to defend myself, and these friends are great to spend time with in company, but when I go home I am alone.


When ma n pa go to work, they have to put me in 'LOCKDOWN' and lock me in the house by locking the catflap, otherwise that big black cat comes in and sprays on the furniture, steals my food and beats me up. Ma is especially unhappy as she has had to throw away furniture that he has sprayed on. So I am so pleased to go outside now it's not snowing and the sun is shining.


I also was allowed on to the roof last week for the first time. This was KITTENTASTIC! I was so high! All the seagulls were closer and I did a little machine-gun fire chatter at them, but I did not leap off the roof because Ma was always making sure I understood that it wasn't good to look at the top of the garage 10 feet away (altough Ma said that 2 years ago Sarnie jumped from the roof onto the garage and she was fine)


Ma hopes that I will take to the new kitten better than Sandwich did to me. Apparantly, it will be all over Facebook next weekend...................

Happy New Year from Bacon the kitten

Hello and I hope you had a lovely time bringing in the new year 2010, as you can see I'm totally relaxed about the whole thing, on new year's day I got lots of treats including grated cheese from pizza, fresh salmon and even tuna mixed in with my kitty food.

Ma caught me sitting square on the bathroom scales yesterday, just before she weighed herself and sobbed at the weight she had put on over Christmas. I must be the same as now I'm 10lb in weight, about 4kg, and still not letting Sarnie have any peace, even though we now sleep on Ma's bed at the same time, and feed next to each other, she still won't play!! She keeps swearing and hissing and boxing me and all I want to do is play chase. Not fair.

In all the shopping that was done at Christmas I found my new favourite - brown paper bags!! They are brilliant! I have a collection of 3 so far, a Bench bag a Primark bag and of course a potato sack!! I jump in and out for ages, this pleases Ma as that means she don;t have to play with me when she comes in from work. In goes a ping pong ball and that's me set for 20 minutes at least, bashing about in the bag and chasing shadows..

Happy new year to you all, lots of love and kitten bites..

Bacon X

Christmas kitten!!

Well, she had to do it, didn't she?

Ma went into Wilkos and bought some cheap tinsel and a Santa kitty costume from the RSPCA charity shop. Of course, it's not my style at all, and although I tolerated the silly cape, I pont blank refused to wear the ridiculous Santa hat. I have standards, and no matter how many tuna treats I was offered, I did my kitty-reverse-gear to rid myself of the daft appendage.

Nevertheless I was coerced into having my photo taken, still licking my lips from the overflowing amount of treats (bribery) and I heard a rumour that I now feature on Ma's personalised photo upload Christmas card box set.

Deep joy.

Anyway, even though Ma was away for Christmas she has a lovely kind friend called Kay who fed me and Sarnie over Christmas and we even had tinned salmon on Christmas day!!

Much love and bunny kicks!

A fully recovered and neutered

Bacon X

Hey look at this mancat! Bacon unfazed by castration

Well, V-E-T made me yowl all the way there in the car, Pa said I was trembling when they took my hearbeat. I am not agressive, just bouncy and confident, but this knocked me sideways. Caged for a while I was crying, wondering where I was, lots of calls from other cats, next thing I was being shaved on my arm, and I was asleep.

I woke up, a bit sore "down there" - Pa collected me and I yowled all the way home (2 streets)

As soon as I got home, Sandwich was about - YAY - time to chase!! Pa also treated me to a play session where he worre gloves and I bit them good and proper.

Ma came home, and fussed me, I had tinned tuna, and lots of love, but I really wasn't in the mood, I wanted to play play play! Where's that other cat? I'll get her I will.

Ma went shopping today at the PDSA and bought a water fountain. I loved it, Ma plugged it in and showed me it, I had tones of fun pawing the water stream, I am fascinated. I really don't drink water, I am special and I have goat's milk which is lactose free. Sarnie drinks water but she looked at it as if it was an alien construction.

Here's a photo of me getting my paws wet

Neutralise!

Ma keeps saying the V-E-T word this week, and that's OK, every time I go visit the V-E-T there's always a can of tuna at the end of the visit.

I miowl all the way there in the car, and miowl all the way back, but that's only because Ma plays Radio One in the car.

I am going to get neutered in Friday, I hear keywords such as "spraying" "unwanted kittens" and "straying from the house". I dunno. Everything excites me at the moment, I am fighting with Sandwich more, and my teeth draw blood in times of play with toes, feet and hands. The cries of Ma an Pa excite me to a different level, my shoulders have filled out and I am developing muscles.

My healthy appetite has made me fill out, I am a sleek and handsome young mancat, but my cute kitten face and demeanour still plays like a kitten with toys and toes under the duvet. I have a particular fascination for shoelaces and have recently been playing a game with Ma, where she throws a soft red ball up the stairs, I carry it in my jaws, down the steps and drop it at her feet (apparantly like a Dog, whatever that is) I love it when Ma takes the red ball and throws it back up the stairs, so I can carry it back down again for another throw.

In the mornings I like to cry to Ma in a baby miaow, again and again, I am crying for attention. I cry so loud Ma shouts at me to shut up, I bet I wake her up, because I jump on the bed, delerious another day has begun for my loves, and strokes, and attention. The cry works every time, Ma can't resist it (ha ha ha I have her right where I want her)

Pa came home today, cold, with gloves on, he scratched my ears until I went beserk, killing the glove thing, but it didn't hurt him so he didn't stop for ages. Then he left the glove things on the stairs and when he had gone, I killed them both. Proper kitty backfoot bunny scratches, the works. I don't know why he didn't shout in pain.

Anyway, Ma came in from work, she catches the train to and from work, she took her boots off and they were warm and smelled warm, and the laces were great!!

Ma says I won't be able to blog for a week while I recover (from what?) so here's a photo of me and Ma's boots. Notice I pose for the camera every time now. I know what the flash means ;)

Magical Kitten paws come from nowhere.. video

Bacon the jumpin bean kitten - sorry for laughing so hard!

Kitten gets stranded on garage roof Next Door

Ma scoops me up and puts me in my favourite shoe box, I am too big! The red kitty ball and string keeps me happy on my back like a baby. Ma kisses my furry round belly and mumbles human words, and takes a photo with her phone.


Well, I am always waking Ma in the morning. Her alarm goes off at 6.30am, but I can tell the time and wake her up just before this. I am a warm mouth and sheathed teeth around a big toe. Far better than a 'beep' I think. Ma lets me bite a little, I am waiting for the cry of forbidden land (I know I'm not allowed to bite toes but I still do) the cry of "NooO!" from Ma,, follwed by a "ShhhH" noise. This means I have gone too far....


I am biting Ma's toes, leaping up the corner of the bottom of the bed, my head underneath the duvet: I know the toes are in there somewhere!


Ah - toes .. found them. Now bite them, when I bite them I get played with, the feet shuffle wildy (and you know how much I like feet) game on! I bite harder and just to add effect, I wrap my arms around the feet. Not Letting GO


Ma pulls her feet deep in the duvet, in a foetal position, toes out of reach. Well, job done as a bitey alarm clock - I'm going to go out my kitten door in the kitchen to play outside.


Ma gets up at half 6, in the meantime I have been round the front of Next Door and (it gets sketchy now) got on a really high roof of Next Door's garage. Ma has 5 minutes before catching the train, and had already put the 2 bowls of breakfast out. Sarnie had chowed down, I was still outside.


I heard Ma shout, but she was at the front of the house, I was round the back, I answered "ma-a"". It came out "mew"


I could hear her - "Bacon"
I answered "mew"
Again, and again: "Bacon"
I was repeating myself "mew ma-a, meww"


Finally Ma stopped and listened, and located my cries. There I was, looking down at Ma, I forgot how I got up it was so long ago.


Remember that I have the attention span of a kitten.


Ma walked away, I was thinking "What?" but I remember, it's true, I won't come to my name - only if the person is out out of sight. She means it, she goes back into the house. No? No.... "Meh meow ma-a"


I don't know what to do.
I hear a scrapey sound, just before I see Ma with some stepladders, I watch as Ma gets on the ladder, and I see her arm, her hand, she grabs me by that kitty skin scruff at the back of my neck, I purrrrrrrr with delight when I am popped onto her shoulder.. safe at last.


Ma shows me my kitty breakfast, and runs for the train. I munch away, thinking what all the fuss was about.

Kitten to sleek young cat

Oooh look at me .. so fat and so sleek

My Ma says I am too risky picking fights with all the bigger cats on the street, now I can get out the catflap every day whilst she's at work, I can play, play, play

Sandwich still isn't sure about me, she has somehow figured out that I'm not scarey as I was, and that when I jump on her tail I don't use my claws, I'm, a kitten with all-pounce-and-no-trousers. I just want to play.

I can't wait for the day when we rough and tumble and play proper. I'm sure it won't be long.

Anyway, in the meantime I'll have a snooze, and dream of the things that I can present to Ma. So far I have bought in a wooden peg, and the day after (randomly) an empty snail shell in a sweetie wrapper. I know she loves that.

Funny LOLcat!

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Kitten Tower

Pa bought a kitten tower from Aldi, I forgot to say I moved out of the spare room after a week, and love to sleep in the same room as Ma n Pa. This kitten tower is positioned underneath the windowsill and I like to run up the tower and sit out on the windowsill and look at everything happening on the street. I do this every day and I absolutely love it. When the bin men come they make a lot of noise and I don't like that and leave the windowsill.

Other things that scare me:

• Aerosols


• Loud vehicles


• Hairdrier


• Vacuum Cleaner


• Sandwich when she hits me for jumping on her tail

Vets again - I can go outside!

There is a photo of Sandwich today.


I had to go to the vets for a second time because my injections to let me go outside had to be in two stages. I miaowed all the way there and all the way back in the car, but was a Good Boy in the vets and didn't make a sound when I had another injection.





I was weighed again and in two weeks I had increased from 2.1 kilos to 2.6, I am very healthy with no fleas and a silky back coat which shines in the sun.





Ma should have waited a couple of days before teaching me to use the catflap, but behind her back I jumped out, following Sandwich into the back yard. Easy! I chased her around the drive, she's still very grumpy and growls and spits at me even just by looking at me. I don't care, I chirrup asking her to play again and again, and all she does is run away swearing with cat words.


Well look at me, I can play all by myself just fine. The wind is swirling dried leaves around the yard, and I have a ball of a time chasing them and killing them with my little paws. I stay outside in the sun for half an hour before Ma calls me in for dinner and kitty milk.





I'm growing up very fast!

Vets and catflaps

Oh why is it that Sandwich can go out the little cat door in the kitchen door, and I can't?

It looks brilliant out there, and I keep trying to follow Sandwich as she goes out the catflap. Ma says I can't go outside without a visit to the vets.

We went to the vets a fwe days later, I weigh 2.1 kilos and had my first injection. I didn't notice really, it didn't hurt and I didn't miaow at all. I only miaowed all the way there in the car, and all the way back. I don't like the kitten carrier. I want to get outside!

Pa gave me tinned tuna when I got back, already I had forgetten all about the cat carrier and the vet. I had some kitty milk and fell asleep for the afternoon.

Scaredy Cat

Today I met the other cat on the household again. She is a big cat, 6 years old and her name is Sandwich.





Ma thought it would be funny to name me Bacon, clearly.





Sandwich came in the bedroom where I was playing on the duvet with Ma, she jumped up and saw me, then hissed really loud. I was fascinated, but not scared. I jumped towards her, asking her to play with little chirrups of delight - a new playmate!





Sandwich ran away. She ran away real fast, hissing and growling. What's wrong with her I just want to play?

In the meantime, I'll stretch and have a nap. Do I look like Superman?

Bacon the Kitten video

Click the link below to see a video of me running around the house inside a small tent..

Pop up tent fun!