I've said almost from the beginning that these kitten's dad (well except Miriam) must have been huge.. (you do know that a litter can have more then one father right?) and because of it I thought there was something wrong with Miriam. Well Robyn posted her kitten's weights the day after I weighed these four.. The Noms were born only a day after Meira's kittens.. and well..
Ok, I'll admit it, they are huge..
The boys are VERY easy scruffers, meaning if you just rub the back of their neck they start going limp.. so getting them into the bowl was kinda easy and it took them a few seconds to 'come to' and realize they wanted out. Musa was perfectly content to sit there and I started to worry about him a little..
|Petra throws her hands in the air like she just don't care.. |
but she does, notice she is resting her head on the floor so the weight is off.
|I'm fluffy! so there|
|You want I should sit in this bowl? OK *shrug* ~Ludwig|
|I don't wanna!|
|I'm out of here, I've got things to do! ~Miriam|
|Just add bubbles.. ~Musa|
|Miriam thought she'd check out this thing her mom keeps visiting..|
Why fret over something that isn't happening yet.. later.. we can worry about that later.
On a personal note, I'm trying to expand my palate. There are four things I won't eat.. Fungus, Seafood, organs and anything cute.. Well I've been told that lamb is very good for me, and the universe seems to be smacking me on the back of my head to try it. Well I told the universe if I could buy just a little of it ground, I would try it... and almost immediately I ran into a meat department that sold it ground by weight.. so I got a quarter pound. I put off eating it, and put off eating it. When I wasn't near cooking time, I was all brave and had on my big girl pants, I made great plans on how I was going to cook it, but when it came time I just couldn't do it. Well Sunday I decided if it stressed me out that badly I was just going to give it to the cats.. Fleurp was BESIDE herself.. Jack also was so happy.. I had it unwrapped and was about to put it on the cat's plate when my husband mentioned that I probably ate lamb in Gyros.. Which of course I immediately gave him the stink eye, but I turned around and got out a fry pan and cooked up a wee tiny bit of it.. about the size of my thumb. Fleurp was still doing the happy dance, chirping away.. Jack was just doing his normal scream.. which distracted me to the point where I over cooked it a little on one side. Well I was brave and took a bite. I did not mind it.. it was a bit like ground beef, just not quite so beefy.. but it still made me sad to consider it (not to mention I kept thinking it was rabbit - and since I've owned rabbits as pets I won't ever eat rabbit) so I gave the rest to the cats. Jack and Fleurp LOVED it. Skippy - not so much. In fact most of the other cats weren't into it.. so I brought most of it down to Meira.. and I have found something Meira won't eat.. Odd since she ate beef.. but that's OK..
There is a darn good chance we have a name change going on.. Musa has become Moose.. cause frankly he is one.. It was that I just wasn't pronouncing the a, but now it seems to have stuck.. and my husband joked that I should rename Ludwig to Squirrel. Cause you know...
|Moose and Squirrel..|