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A Pint of Cream

So here's a story of three little kittens and it was their mother, not their mittens, that they lost....

GWW XI has come and gone and most of us only have memories, bruises, and some darn fine trinkets left over to remind us of a war that will definitely stand out in the minds of all who attended. But for three people, the memories take a different form- noisy meowing in the middle of the night, stinky litter boxes, and three little bundles of fur which survived a trip worthy of any Disney movie

The war took delivery of 600+ bales of straw, imported from beautiful Riverside County. With them, castles were built, bridges were laid, and boat were cast a drift on an ocean of grass which was soon to be turned into the site of the mightiest battle fought in friendship (in Kern County, that is). Unbeknownst to the set up crew, those straw bales housed three little stowaways, which managed to survive the loading, and transportation (by freeway, none the less), and unloading (by way of a great big scary mechanical device, aptly named a "Squeeze"). No small task for a group of wayward kittens barely in their fifth week of life!

Now, the true story of how they were found will always be shrouded in mystery (ok, not really, but I wasn't their so I could make something up or some one can just write and addendum to this), but when Sir Kolffina found them it is rumored that she gasp "Holy *@!% how did they get here?!? I need a drink!" And when one her loving retainers appeared to take her ordered, she simply stated "Baily's Irish Cream, over the rocks, with a twist of lemon and one of those umbrellas. Oh, and don't forget to stick a cherry on it. No, no- not the maraschinos- one of the brandied ones. What kind of uncouth barbarian do you think I am?

And so it was to be, the three kittens were named Baily's, Irish, and Cream. I wont tell you how I came about Cream, but I will say there a a number of peat bogs in the Kern County area which have new residents.... Ok, not really, but it sounded good, yeah?

So this is Cream. He's not terribly impressed that I woke him up from his nap. That's ok though, because he went right back to sleep

So anyways- this is Cream's page. I know many people want to get an update on the "Haybale Kittens". I figure this will be the easiest way to do just that.

Currently Cream is going to be an event Cat, so everyone will be able to see him on a vaguely regular basis as well. So we are doing our part in trying to turn him into a socially acceptable event cat, but getting him used to as many different people as possible. Which means he starts out as an office cat. My clients love him!

And how can you not! look at those big blue eyes! I'm a sucker for a Blue eyed, Ash blond! The whole clinic seem lighter. Clients are immediately put at ease, which makes it easier to work on them. Clients with emotional issues- I have no doubt- will heal faster because of Cream.

Cream likes to sit on shoulder. I don't know why, but he does. He likes his Science Diet during the day and the wet food for breakfast and dinner. He's not quit sure about the kitty treats yet, but I think he's warming to them! Amazingly enough, he seems to be litter trained- at least mostly- and is very good about telling me when he has to use the little boy cat's room.

Right now, Cream is playing with molecules in a patch of sun. I'm a little worried if he catches one. Those little teeth are sharp and I'd hate to set off a nuclear reaction accidentally. I don't think my landlord would like that much. Not, not at all. in fact, I think I have a clause in my lease which states unequivocally that no reactions whatsoever, whether atomic or nuclear, will be initiated on the premises.

Oh well, Cream, please be careful. I'd hate for you to get curdled... hey, while your playing in the shelving anyways, do you mind doing inventory for me?

10/19/08

So, ok- Cream pooped in his carrier while in transit home from the office. So he needed a bath. Here are a couple of pictures of the aftermath. Now, it is my understanding that you are not supposed to use any sort of chemicals on kittens before 6 months of age, but I took a chance and washed him in tap water anyways. I found out Cream likes warm water, not cold. At the very least I was able to get all the poop off of him. He's plenty stinky as it is, with out the extra...er..."musk"

He took it ok, I guess- for a cat. He's actually kind of cute when he's all wet (and claws and teeth). He shook a bit and the found a sunny patch to dry off. Now, something I don't understand is why a cat will lick themselves to dry off. Doesn't all that cat spit keep them wet?

Speaking of baths, Cream is practically OCD in his quest for cleanliness. He's constantly washing himself. Now, I don't consider this a bad thing, just an observation and I'm very happy that he is as clean as he is. Both of our other cats are just as obsessive about their personal hygiene. If cleanliness is close to Godliness, then my cats are sitting on his shoulders (eyeing greedily his poor mouse, I have no doubt!).

11/09/08

That darn cat! So yesterday I was trying to review for certification exam and he was just not in the mood to let me study. I got an 87%, but that's beside the point!

So most of my studying for the test was reviewing techniques on DVD, using the book as additional reference. Here is cream wondering what I was doing.

Seriously, doesn't he look like he's asking "Hey Dad, whatchya up to?"

"Ah come one, you know you wanna play!"

"See, I'm cute and cuddly...come play with me!"

"Peek a Boo! Dad?"

"That's it buddy- Gimmie that pencil! I am much more important than that stupid test! PLAY WITH ME!!!"

I actually spent much of my time taking pictures of the cat. I knew the material and it was just a review, so I have lots just like these. At some point I'll put them up in the Gallery section. but, honestly- how can you resist such cuteness!

10/24/09

So Cream has done a lot of groing up in the past year. I wish I had more pictures to share over the past year, but it's only been a year.

Cream is now about 14 lbs. Not a fat cat, not yet, but just big. He's mostly tall, actually and still displays many of his kitten tendencies. He still sucks on his blanket every night- without fail. Now, he has a special spot on aq very specific blanket. he likes micro fleece blankets and the one we have on the bed he has a very specific spot which he also attend to at night....

With OCD dedication he attends this spot. And if he can;t find his spot, he will hit my wife on the the nose untill she wakes up and finds the spot for him. He knows instinctually it's a bad idea to wake me up. Smart cat. I will say he's poked me a couple of times to wake me up. But it's usually when he knows I've over slept. And it's very respectufful how he does it. First he climbs up on top of you and lays down. If that doesn't work, then he sticks his nose under yours (presumably to make sure your still breathing). If the whiskers under your nose doesn't work, then he starts in with the paw. 

It's a soft, sweet sort of jab he does with his paw. He doesn't use his claws- he's a smart cat. First he goes for the tip of your nose. Not like morse code, but more like a metronome. Tap....tap....tap....tap....tap....tap....tap....tap....

Usually that's enough to wake either of us up. On the rare occasions that it doesn't, he drops his aim just a smidge- right up a nostril. Now, there isn;t a person on the face of this planet that can sleep all through the night, ignore the alarm, ignore the cat laying on him, ignore the whiskers up his nose, ignore the tapping on the tip of his nose, and then not wake up when a fuzzy cat cat paw actually enters his nose. It's damn near impossible and cream knows it.

On the occasion I'll wake up to him sniffing my eyeballs as well.

Cream likes tuna. Cream likes to hunt for his food. Cream also likes to hunt for molecules. His spends most of the daylight hours hunting molecules. That and learning how to fight form the other two cats. My cats can fight, they are very good at fighting. Atleast one another.

My cats are indoor cats. They don't go outside. I tell them it's for the protection of the other cats in the neighborhood- cause they're such good fighters. Truth is I don't want the limping home after getting their asses whooped up on by the cayotes that believe they own the neighborhhod at night. I like my cats. I don't belive in encourage the cayotes to stick around by feeding them my cats. I don't like the cayotes that much.