Kitty apartment

There are not many new things in our lives....thank God. Can I get an amen for a drama-less life? Why people want to sit through hours of fighting and yelling every night while they watch reality tv, I'll never know. But I digress....

My sweet lil Toonces has become the victim of bullying. I awoke last night to a terrible cat scream, only to find Toonces in the morning with 1/2 an ear. Since she is avoiding her brothers like the plague, I suspect one of those meanies. After all, she is the only female.

She has moved out of the brownstone and taken up residence in her own apartment. I made it a bit too small for the boys to be in comfortably, so since she's the smallest, she can get away from them for breaks. I was hoping to snap a picture of her in it, but of course the "pet me!" Twins were all over it....and all over me. As mad as I am that they probably hurt her, they purr and crawl in my lap every chance they get, so staying mad is very hard.

I added a lido deck for her lazy afternoons...all while Munch was determined to crawl through my legs. They are getting so big!!

What the.....

For those of you following the "I want precious kitties that are feral but love me like they're house cats" adventure, be prepared for a shocker....MUNGO CAME BACK. Don't believe me? I have pictures of him in the kitty brownstone. He disappeared sunday night....came back this morning. Just hopped out of the tree like nothing ever happened. Not a scratch on his body or a fur out of place. After I picked up my jaw from the ground, Munch (the white boy kitty who has been meowing in grief) proceeded to chase Mungo away from the porch in anger. I guess he was pretty peeved about the 4 days of worry he had been through. And how is Toonces? Barely noticed Mungo was gone, happy to nap in the house she has now dubbed as "hers".

So, the tally board is heavy at 3....again. Praise God for these little miracles.

Brick kitty house

Sadness has come to our feral kitty adventure. Mungo (the black and white) has disappeared. We searched and called, to no avail. My only hope is that if he's not in heaven, that he's found a new home with better food. Preferably a cat lady that cooks real chicken and feeds on china plates.

The most heartbreaking part, other than missing him, is Munch, the other boy. He has begun meowing constantly. It is absolutely heartbreaking. He has also started wanting to be pet alot, too. When I crouch down, he rubs all over my legs and lap, purring and meowing. Its sweet, and sad. He misses his friend.

Well, in order to sleep at night (munch disappeared during the night) I have built Fort Stone, a brick kitty house designed to ease my worry and keep them safe from predators. I am sooooo thankful that they love it in there, and I'm already planning on adding on when they get bigger.

So here are my 2 happy, almost back to themselves, kitties - Toonces and Munch, the Siamese twins!

The free three

So, it happened. All three kitties are now loose. And they couldn't be happier! Toonces is all healed up - thanks to some honey ham laced with antibiotics. I was VERY nervous they would run off, but they haven't ventured too far from the porch.... yet. Toonces is the one who creep-crawles through the yard the most, but all three will chase hoppers out into the yard. We have many dead grasshoppers and locusts on the porch. We're taking bets on who'll bring in the first mouse.

My absolute favorite thing is finding them when they are napping. Trees, lawnmowers, norman's nap mat, norman's house (he really hates that), gutters on the roof, these are all prime napping areas. I love these kitties!!