Truffle's categories

Food:
- anything mom is eating (see also "toy")
- flying things (e.g., a moth)
- crawling things (e.g., a spider)
- anything that is sitting on the surface of the floor (watch the vacuum cleaner get a good workout!)
- anything that sticks out (e.g., pencil in a pencil cup, corner of a book, curtain holdbacks, etc. He is teething.)

Toy:
- anything mom is eating
- plastic eyedroppers
- anything that can be rolled with the paw
- water in a cup or bowl
- suds
- ice cubes
- a nail or a ding in the paint (see also "anything that sticks out")
- door knobs and handles
- Eisa's tail

New kit on the block

The tall, dark, and handsome (and somewhat cross-eyed) gentleman on the right is my new kitty, Truffle!

We had gone into the shelter to talk to someone about possibly fostering a cat... but after we met all the adult cats, the shelter manager took us to meet the kittens. I sat down and within 30 seconds, mr. kittenpants was up on my lap purring his little heart out. I knew I was dooooomed :).

I put in an application to adopt him the next day :)

(If you want to see Truffle in a silly mood, you can go to the other kitten's page here and click to view the video.)

Happy birthday, Eisa dear

Happy 17th birthday, Eisie!

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Now:

Homes for snuggle quilts

We went down to a cat shelter today, and I brought two of the small kitty quilts I'd made a few months ago in honor of Finnegan. (I posted these earlier, as backdrops to a photo of a very expressive Echo, but if you missed them then, you can view them here, now.)

I gave the quilts to the shelter manager, and she was quite enthusiastic about them. (In fact, she encouraged me to think about selling my quilts, and even started brainstorming about places to do so locally. How nice of her! :))

The positive reaction made me feel good (unlike the lukewarm reaction of the other shelter), so I think if I end up making more of these small quilts, I'll be donating them here.

The mind at rest

I take great joy in wordplay and (sometimes terrible) puns, but always thought that was a waking phenomenon.

Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was out in the woods and stumbled upon four black bear cubs. They were all clustered together inside a hollow tree trunk, drowsily playful and very, very cute. My first impulse was to pet and snuggle them, but, having seen dozens of nature documentaries over the years, I had better sense than that. If there were cubs, there would be a mama bear not far behind.

And indeed it was so. A quick glance revealed mama bear on the horizon, heading my way, with clear intention in her gait. I yelped and took off as fast as I could go.

My friends, watching from a distance, didn't know what had happened at first. One moment I was peering curiously into a old tree trunk; the next, I was streaking across the field toward them at top speed. Then they saw the bear behind me and hightailed it on out of there after me.

In real life, a bear can run at a rate of approximately 30 m.p.h. Fortunately for us, this was apparently the world's slowest bear. We hurled ourselves through the doorway of a conveniently located wooden shack (love how these things appear just when you need them in a dream), slammed the door, and slumped to the floor, panting our sedentary lungs out.

Then I woke up... and thought how absolutely strange it was that I had dreamt of being chased by a bear. I hadn't been to the zoo. I hadn't even been in a toy store. My day had been entirely devoid of encounters with any kind of bear, real, fictional, or stuffed.

And then I realized my brain's inspiration: a conversation about mooning people and being mooned.

How does that fit?

I was streaking across a field with a "BEAR BEHIND."

O brain of silliness, I salute you!