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@junieandjasper
The Bloomp's first time hearing the tea kettle and WOW WAS SHE PISSED.
We have deliberately tried to teach them not to be afraid of loud or weird sounds. Apparently this is what's on the other side.
Bringing this back because more Angry Babies have been added in notes and they are all just FANTASTIC.
Fuck, the house is so cavernously empty without them. They would be settled and sleeping now, and I would ghost through to get a drink, and see them, and touch them in turn, see if the sick boys were okay, pet Fancy, barely waking them, and they would stretch sometimes or yawn, or merely settle more firmly, or a paw might come out and toes might spread, and they were there and warm and breathing and even in the silence their little hearts raced on and on. We still have Sid and Fancy, but they are light and quiet, and every space in the house is empty of Smooch and Raleigh in a different and distinct way from the others. Kitchen half an eggshell, studio like a still photo of someone else's life, hall like an empty elevator closing behind you, living room a park after curfew, bedroom like the last night in an apartment, and the laundry room, the fucking laundry room, where Raleigh came to meet us coming home, empty as a closet that never held a thing.
It still is like this.
I've...never really done anything this total except fall in love. This grief, too, is love. But it's a love with empty arms.
The sun coming through my bedroom window used to fall on fur for hours. Now it barely shines at all.
Sometime, soon but not too soon, that old Devil is gonna crook his little finger and I'll come running, because I will have forgotten enough of this pain to strike that bargain again. God, what a broken, beautiful gift it is to tie yourself up in the love of something more mortal than you.
You all surely remember when the kittens gruesomely dismembered a bag of "300+" googly eyes all over the studio floor.
I decided to go back and count exactly how many, using the original photos I showed you.
MY ESTIMATE WAS WOEFULLY INACCURATE.
There are 743 googly eyes in this picture. Various screenshots taken from a video reveal a further 244. Junie can EASILY fit another 13 under her for a nice round number.
ONE. THOUSAND. GOOGLY EYES.
"Hey, Junie? What's that out there?"
"I don't know. I think it's an adventure."
"It looks so big. Aren't you scared?"
"No. But it's okay if you are."
"What will happen to us? Will it be good?"
"I think we'll make a lot of new friends and meet nice people we didn't know we needed. Maybe swallow some stuff we shouldn't."
"That sounds kind of nice."
"Yeah. Hey, Jasper?"
"Yeah?"
"GET GOT."
The babies are off, getting connected with families who are equipped to handle their medical needs and vet bills. I can tell you more about it soon, but for now, wish them luck. They are in very good hands with people I trust completely to take them where they were meant to be all along. To people who love them already, and are so ready for them to come home.
Are we sad? Incredibly. But they'll be okay. I truly believe things will be better for them. Their lives are going to be amazing.
Good luck, little Jeebers. You were and are and will be loved more than you could ever know.
They have both been placed!
Good luck, babies! It was so cool getting to know you and laugh with you every day! ❤️ 🍔 ❤️ 🌽 ❤️
young man. what is that you have found.
I said young man. you picked it up off the ground.
I said young man. you should put that thing down.
I don't think! that! you! should! eat that!
UNFAIR.
Junie baked some biscuits just for you!
Did she do a good job?
Yes!
Yes and also she is so tiny!
ID: close-up video of a small white cat making biscuits on a soft blanket with her soft-looking little paws. Audio is gentle purring.
Look at these blown-out pupils.
Fentanyl boy is so fucking high after his blockage surgery, he wouldn't stop climbing the bars of his crate, tipping his water and litter, and when my BF let him out so he could clean it all up, Jasper just went in circles around the couch bumping into the same things every time. Then he decided to go try to get on the counter, fell, and was forthwith banished to a jibbleproofed bathroom with kitty steps to his bed (the sink).
He was so intolerable I called the vet and had to ask for advice. Anyway, we now have approval to give him his gabapentin more often. Fortunately the gabapentin finally calmed him down and he is EXTREMELY dopey and no longer bouncing off the walls.
He is covered in piss and his feet are crusted in litter, so I'm going to give him a heavy sanitary trim and a butt bath and trim off the fur between his toes in the morning, but since neither of these things are actually affecting a sleeping cat, I'm letting him rest for now.
Tomorrow he gets a kitty onesie! Poor litle Fentanyl man!!!
I have to show you them.
Jasper and Juniper!
(Jasper is the seal? point boy with the curly ear on the left, and Juniper is the lilac? lynx point girl on the right.)
Do you understand now?
That they are so adorable?
They're littermates and love each other very much.
Jasper doesn't seem to have any original ideas at all, he just kind of does whatever he sees his sister doing, unless it takes effort. Juniper seems to have lots of ideas but they're all very bad and naughty. We appear to have a himbo and a crimebeast. They are Incredibly Friendly and I desperately want to keep them.
Look at those aquamarine eyes, oh my goodness.
Day One!
Bizzy could be a model if models were allowed to be constantly silly, never sit still, and lick everyone in the face.
She WAS named Bizzy (Bismuth) but within a few days was Juniper.
Raise your paws for round little funnyman Jasper!
They are the most wonderful babies and they will either stay with us forever or go to the luckiest family ever. Biz loves to be stroked and fussed over and kissed as she looks at you lovingly, her aquamarine eyes gazing up adoringly from her tiny pixie face. Jasper's personality is harder to perceive, he seems to be a forb (furry orb), and very sweet, thriving on proximity and watching others do things, and going potty at the same time you do. But it's hard to say, since I've spent frustratingly little alone time with them while they are quarantined in the bathroom or on observed jaunts into the studio. Their little world will soon expand to encompass the studio full-time, once I have babyproofed it by removing things like knives, string, live electrical cords, and dangerous chemicals. 😬
I don't love them as individuals yet, because I don't know them very well, and because I'm trying not to love them deeply until we know they can stay. I am ready to love them all to pieces, though, the minute Fancy makes it apparent she can adjust. I'm especially ready to love Jasper. Bizzy is the vibrant one, so full of ideas and energy, but I suspect Jasper will be a wonderful companion once we have made proper friends, and he is already funny. Sid was funny, and I miss that a lot.
They show a lot of promise. They have been thoroughly socialized and acclimated to handling, humans, other cats, dogs, and loving chaos, they aren't unusually skittish or withdrawn. If we can keep them we intend to try and train them to go on little jaunts with us in the car and to the pet store and other pet-friendly places.
I know so much more about working with cats than I did even a few years ago, and I want these babies to be confident and calm in as many situations as possible.
In other words, I've got the stress of babies right now with few of the benefits, but I'm SO hoping it goes well because once they are integrated I am going to have such a good time.
Here's Bizzy pulling my hand down to kiss my finger.
Goblin princess.
Shots made her feel yucky-ucky and she does not want to play. :(
Everyone stop and look at Jasper's silly little face!
He can be VERY handsome also!
Update: eepy.
This vapid creature is Jas and Bizzy's papa, by the way!
His name is Winston and we met several times before all this. I love him and was delighted to be able to take two of his babies.
And they are VERY MUCH his babies.
I have to show you them.
Jas and Bizzy.
(Jasper is the seal? point boy with the curly ear on the left, and Bismuth is the lilac? lynx point girl on the right.)
Do you understand now?
That they are so adorable?
They're littermates and love each other very much.
Jas doesn't seem to have any original ideas at all, he just kind of does whatever he sees his sister doing, unless it takes effort. Bizzy seems to have lots of ideas but they're all very bad and naughty. We appear to have a himbo and a crimebeast. They are Incredibly Friendly and I desperately want to keep them.
Look at those aquamarine eyes, oh my goodness.
I am not sure Jasper realizes I am another alive animal that he can interact with (not sure he realizes anything), but Bizzy is INTENSELY affectionate. She does happy tiptoes just like Smooch did, and she grabs hands and faces to give kisses just like Raleigh did.
She is trying very, VERY hard to make herself utterly irresistible.
She already is utterly irresistible.
And yet it is Jasper who is stealing my heart after all.
He's so so sweet. Very laid-back creature. Not sure there's a brain in there but that's okay.
He will be safe and fed for all his days, he doesn't have to think if he doesn't want to. My widdow Jaspercat.
He will always have a special place in my heart. His little face was a constant delight even in the darkest days after our losses.
Watching wee little man Jasper sleep is my new hobby. Look at that beautiful smile. His little curly ear is just too much.
A booger...weird, hairy little lips...it's like Dried Pickle Man is blessing me from afar.... He approves of the new resident Funny Little Fellow.
