I'm tired of shedding season already. Beware the cat who comes too close to me and my battery powered clippers these days. Doc was the unlucky target yesterday. He's just so trusting and sweet, poor little guy. I decided he needed a mohawk. I'm not a trained groomer but look how beautiful he looks so far!
It's called "clip art". I'm a beginner.



Miss Daisy was in action mode last night on the cat runs.

Miss Daisy is not the most athletic cat. In fact, she is a walking disaster area, knocking things off wherever she goes. She doesn't notice. She doesn't care. She can't hear things fall afterall because she is deaf. I believe this answers the age old question, about the tree no one hears fall in the forest. Or does it?

Tweeitie is growing up sleek and beautiful. She likes to bat at my feet, when I am trying to sleep. This is how cats tell you they are ready for a closer relationship. At least I think it is.

Tweetie is gorgoues. She was fixed up in Wilsoneville and they took a huge chunk off her ear, in eartipping. So sad. The old woman feeding all these kittens wanted them eartipped so the trailer park management would know they were fixed. Of course, then she died, and I ended up with all of them. Hard to adopt out a kitten with half its ear gone. But this is not your normal eartipping. Some vet slipped or something when doing hers.
A normal eartip is a clip straight across no more than a quarter inch down, usually less. The way this kitten was eartipped makes me sad. An eartip needs to be seen, for sure, so the cat can be identified as fixed. You can sure see this one!
It doesn't hurt them, but most people are deep down quite shallow about looks and so Tweetie may never get a home as a result of this extreme eartipping.
If I were trapping a colony of cats who resembled one another, say all black cats or black and white cats, I would actually appreciate such an easily seen eartip, when trying to sort out who is fixed in a colony and who isn't and you can only do that by looking for eartips, usually in the dark, from a distance, with binoculars in the rain.

Tweetie against a Cherry Wine wall backdrop, bats at a green feather.

And speaking of Feathers, Feather likes to sleep atop the trap bed. While the trap bed itself is claimed by Gretal, who also is coming out of her shell lately in a big time way.

Poppy also has come out of her shell lately and sleeps on my lap. My lap has a lot of claimants of late, too many perhaps.

Button, Tweeties' sis, is a gorgeous torbi.

The ever beautiful Buffy, Doc and Mops' sister, is gorgeous and oft sports that adorable pouty look. She pulls the look off well.

This was the rabbit roaming this area as a stray, whose garden nibbling habits had her in deep trouble with gardeners in the area. Her days were numbered, so I stepped in and trapped her. She's now with a house rabbit expert connected to Heartland.
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