We take too many pics for the main blog. The Scufflehut is run by @naamahdarling.
Our wishlist, because we got asked.
CURRENT RESIDENTS:
Fancy
The Little Naughty. Evidence of her crimes. Arrived in rough shape, and has wanted for nothing ever since. Thank you, Tumblr friends, for helping us help her. Like Reba said, she ain't done bad. #crimepawsnolaws
Banjo:
Banjax Joe joined the everscuffle in 05/26. Can't wait to see what he has to offer the world. We think he'll be amazing!
COMING SOON
"Jammy", The Round Baby:
British Shorthair from Stormborn Brits, due late 2026 or early 2027. Possible name: "Jamboree." Can't wait to meet her! She's gonna be so round!
PAST RESIDENTS:
Dried Pickle Man, keeper of the Bog and Primal Bog Monday, he was deeply ridiculous and deeply loved.
Raleigh, himbo prince, the best and gentlest animal we have ever known; he always did his best.
Sid, lovable, neckless little cabinet goblin. Confirmed gay, had anxiety, honestly severely relatable.
Etrigan, beloved fool, now a cranky old man in New Mexico.
Jasper and Junie "the Jeebers", the most beautiful babies, eventually placed with families equipped to manage the serious medical issues they turned out to have. Thriving.
JUST PASSIN' THROUGH:
Uncle Tigger Pisswiggle, Tiger to his previous family; medical hospice foster who should have been able to stay with his people. ๐ ๐ ๐พ
Winston, Nova, Chicken, Waffles, and Kiki, the Jeebers' parents and siblings, rehomed from rough circumstance; thanks to family who did the right thing time and again, even when it was hard.
Rocky, little devil found under a Coke machine and placed.
Nemo/Taco, tough little tripod cookie, injured, vetted, placed.
He picks things up with his paws a lot, and in this clip he casually adjusts his new spwingie in his mouth as he walks. It was so cool to catch this on camera!
I was going to clean my room but this baby got into a fight with the towel and got wrapped up in it and decided that wasn't so bad and then he got eepy and actually let me rub his chin and I guess I'm just gonna lie here watching him sleep.
Banjo, sleepy on gabapentin, the last night in his cone. Major old-school reaction image vibes.
That first night on an extra heavy gabapentin dose, I worried aggressively because I never had seen him hold still for more than 5 minutes, let alone several hours.
Then he woke up and the first thing he did, before he even stretched, before he asked to be fed, was come over to me and ask to be picked up and held. Then he asked for breakfast. And two more hugs. I went to the bathroom. Took me five minutes because he needed four hugs while I peed. We went outside for an early morning walk and came inside and he wanted hugs again.
I guess I hadn't realized he loves me.
And I guess...I guess I love him too.
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I hope he can learn some restraint with Fancy. Rehoming him would hurt a lot. I think he can learn, though. I think he will calm down eventually and be a good brother. Fancy needs a friend. The Round Baby will need him someday. And we needed a furry fool whose brain is nothing more than a bouillon cube of terrible ideas, to make us laugh at how wonderful it is to watch the world discover itself at jet speed.