So. Bored.

This is Lucas. Lucas has been living here at camp for quite a while, waiting for his forever home. Usually, Lucas has no problems finding things to do to keep himself amused. There are things to sit in.

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Toys. Fun.

Toys. Fun.

And even buddies to wrestle.

7, 8, 9, 10. Knock out!

…7, 8, 9, 10. Knock out!

But then there are the days when it is just boring.

Bored.

Bored.

Just plain dull.

So bored.

So bored.

Nothing to do but sit in a box and yawn.

So, so bored.

So, so bored.

Maybe you can help Lucas out. Is your house more exciting? Do you have tons of toys and great views from your windows? How about laps? Lucas loves laps! Toys? Did I mention toys? Rolling balls, toy mice, whatever. Lucas isn’t too picky. How about treats? Lucas loves to chase after treats. Lucas would love to find his forever home. He even says that stinky Schroeder can come, too.

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Reaching New Heights

This is Frittata, one of several tuxedo cats here at camp. Frittata is one of the sweetest, most loving kitties you will ever meet. She loves being petted and playing with toys and lounging around. She gets along with everyone and doesn’t appear to have a mean bone in her body.

Frittata - the little sweetie

Frittata – the little sweetie

However, Frittata doesn’t always fully consider the consequences of her actions. She recently developed a new hobby at camp (a favorite for many of our foster cats and campers) – climbing the cabins.

Look how high I am!

Look how high I am!

This quickly became a daily activity. Sometimes multiple times a day.

What a fabulous view!

What a fabulous view!

That’s all fine and good. We have other cats who climb the cabins. In fact, most of our other foster cats do. Pickles and Stella are seldom seen at ground level, actually (unless food or certain toys appear).

Unfortunately, Frittata soon found out that getting down is much more challenging than getting up.

Hmm. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.

Hmm. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

After the first few days of her new hobby, we got tired of dragging the ladder around to get her fuzzy little butt down. However, she kept climbing. Thankfully my boss discovered (during human feeding time) that the little darling can get down by herself. It takes a lot of thought, much whining, occasional knocking over of things, and usually at least 30 minutes of plaintive looks, but she can get back to ground level.

It sure didn't look this high from down there...

It sure didn’t look this high from down there…

So if you’re looking to add a sweet little darling who isn’t afraid to try something new to your home, please come meet Frittata. She really is a little doll.

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Dear Santa

(A guest post from Stella. Because if Stella decides that she wants to write a blog post, you let her.)

Dear Santa,

I am guessing that you don’t get that many letters in late January, but I feel the need to write to you via this blog since I think my Christmas wishes to you for the last three years have gotten lost in the mail. Hopefully the internet and social media can help me make sure you see my wish.

For the past three years, I’ve only had one wish for Christmas – to find a forever home. Camp is fine and all, but I’d really love my own home where I have a warm lap all of my own. Plus, I think I’m a bit misunderstood at camp. I don’t think that the humans here understand what a good kitty I am and how much I do here at camp to show how much I deserve a home of my own.

Look at all of the services I provide, free of charge!

I inspect the cabins and make sure they are ready for the campers. In particular, I make sure they have enough food!

Cabin inspected and good to go

Cabin inspected and good to go.

I also make sure that the campers’ food hasn’t gone bad.

Food looks good. Check!

Food looks good. Check!

I make sure that the equipment here at camp is up to acceptable standards.

Equipment functional!

Equipment functional!

I also check the camp supplies to ensure they have enough and that they meet basic cat standards.

Kitty litter. Looks good!

Kitty litter. Looks good!

One of my most important jobs is testing the toys. We wouldn’t want any lame toys at camp.

I give this toy 4 stars!

I give this toy 4 stars!

Finally, I also like to make sure the humans here are safe. And what better way than by serving as a food tester.

Cheesy goodness!

Cheesy goodness!

See what a good kitty I’ve been? And if this isn’t enough, remember, I have thumbs! Not too many cats can say that!

So, Santa, I am hoping you can pull some strings and get me that forever home soon. It sure would be nice to spend the next holiday (and checking my calendar, that seems to be St. Valentine’s Day) with my new family.

Sincerely,

Stella

 

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Holidays With Lucas

posted by:  Gwen

Over Christmas and New Year’s I took Lucas home with me.  It was busy at the camp.  I’m talking cray cray, redonk, etc (ya know, all of those shortened cutesy words that those of us over the age of 27 abhor, but will sometimes say and then feel disgusted after saying them).  I debated whether or not to take him because my parents were coming for Christmas.  My mom disliked Lucas because the last time she met him I told her to be careful while petting him because he may bite.  She freaked out!  Like, seriously flipped out.  She told me that he could attack her infant grandson by jumping in his crib in the middle of the night and mauling him (mind you, he’s my son and as his mother I will certainly make sure no harm comes to my child) .  She added that I should never bring Lucas home ever again.

I brought Lucas home anyway.  She didn’t remember him.  She was able to pet him and not get nipped once. Of course, I didn’t say anything.  She actually said that he was a really sweet cat.  And, he is!

I loved having Lucas at my house.  He was such a wonderful guest.  He spent his days laying on my bed or under the guest room bed.  When it got really cold he curled up on a pile of clothes next to the heating vent.

ImageIn the past he had been scared of my three dogs, but this time he so desperately wanted affection that he took his chances being around the dogs so he could lay on my lap.  When they got too rowdy they were met with a hiss and then Lucas would tear off into the bedroom area.

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Struttin’

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“OMG! Why are the dogs walking over here?”

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Safe from the canines.

At night he loved snuggling.  Sometimes he was on top of the blanket and sometimes he was underneath.  All the while maintaining physical contact with me.  I’ve always loved Lucas, but his last stay melted my heart.  Oh, the guilt I felt when I brought him back to Camp Kitty!

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Bedtime cuddling under the covers.

As much as I adored Lucas there was one being in the house who hated him.  The Queen B herself.  My cat Birdie.  She’s rotten.  She’d approach Lucas like she was being nice to him and then swat at him.  I guess he had it better than Schroeder whom she ambushed and tackled on several occasions.

By the way, Lucas never once jumped into my son’s crib.  He actually enjoyed some of the food my son tossed from his high chair.

I’m hoping 2014 is the year Lucas finds a forever home.  He needs to go to a home with an experienced cat person.  Someone who knows when a cat has reached his stimulation limit.  Whoever adopts him will have a bond with one special fella.  The amount of love this cat has is immeasurable.

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I also help fold laundry.

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Rainy, rainy days

With the rainy, rainy weather we have been having for the past several days (and are forecast to have for several more), the cats at camp are getting bored and restless. No birds to watch out the windows. No spots of sunlight for recharging their batteries. No interesting bugs to catch. Not even very many of those two-legs walking by.

So bored!

So bored!

But never fear! Schroeder has some ideas on how to keep busy.

First, find a new toy. Who says Bubble Wrap is just for humans? Especially if it has a delightful catnip scent. Pop! Pop! Pop!

My bubble wrap!

My bubble wrap!

Or, we can be helpful. This time of year, camp is very busy, and there is a lot of paperwork and many guests to greet and help at the front desk. Schroeder can often be found helping with these tasks.

Working hard

Working hard

Of course, if all else fails, there is one rainy day activity that is always a winner. The power nap! The favorite spot for napping right now is behind the front desk in the little nook created by the computer, printer, and speakers. Warm, cozy, and so, so perfect!

Zzzzzzz

Zzzzzzz

Of course, the best rainy day activity would be for some family to come in and visit and fall in love with Schroeder or one of the other foster kitties and give the lucky guy (or gal) a home.

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A New Voice

Five months, right?  That’s how long it has been since I last posted.  No one has gotten adopted.  No new kitties on the scene.  Just the same bunch of foster felines doing their daily thing.  Their daily thing is cute and funny and perplexing and post-worthy.  I just haven’t had the time to write.  So, I would like to introduce Myra, the new voice on the Scratch It blog.

Myra works at Camp Kitty.  She spends as much time with the cats as I do.  She knows their personalities, their quirks, their strengths and weaknesses, and their short-term goals.  She has put Lucas in time out for bullying.  She has snuggled with Schroeder.  And she has shared her lunch with Stella (that’s a Camp Kitty job requirement).

While we anxiously await Myra’s first post here are some photos of the AARF foster cats in, on, and next to boxes.

Pickles next to a box.

Pickles next to a box.

Nip leaning on a boxed cat scratcher.

Nip leaning on a boxed cat scratcher.

Stella in a box.

Stella in a box.

Frittata in a box.

Frittata in a box.

Lucy in a box.

Lucy in a box.

Lucas on a box.

Lucas on a box.

Schroeder in a box.

Schroeder in a box.

Tigger in a box.

Tigger in a box.

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Summer Vacation

Earlier this month Camp Kitty was filled to rafters with whiskers, fur and claws.  That’s a roundabout way of saying we were full over the July 4th holiday.  Because there wasn’t a cabin available I had to take a foster cat, or two, home (some foster kitties have to be put up at night because they cannot be trusted not to set off the alarm or make Stella’s life miserable).

Who to take home?  I was thinking about taking Lucas home again, but he came home with me over Memorial Day.  Plus, he tends to circle my feet whenever I’m walking.  Holding an infant while tripping over a fat orange cat – while it may look hilarious – is kind of dangerous.

I decided to take home both Pickles and Frittata.  I wanted to see how they would act in a house and how they were with dogs.

First Days

The first two days the girls were at my house wasn’t really any different than the first few days they were at Camp Kitty.  Frittata initially was the more adventurous of the two.  Or, maybe I should say more trusting because I don’t think I have met another cat more adventurous than Pickles.  The girls had their own sanctuary in the guestroom outfitted with litter box, food, water, scratching pads, and the Bergan turbo track.  Pickles hid underneath the bed while Frittata sat patiently by the door.

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While the dogs were outside and Birdie was sleeping I let the girls out to explore the house.  They were obsessed with the kitchen counter.  I let them check it out initially, but soon they were met with the squirt bottle.

They walked around the living room, climbed on Birdie’s cat tree, checked out my bedroom and my son’s nursery.  They even jumped into the crib.  That had me concerned.  We don’t have issues with Birdie getting into the crib or on the kitchen counter, because she can’t really jump.  She has to put all of her might if she wants to clear anything taller than 30 inches.

In the kitchen.

Pickles in the kitchen.

On the table.

Pickles on the table.

Frittata checking out the view from Birdie's cat tree.

Frittata checking out the view from Birdie’s cat tree.

Out of the crib Pickles!

Out of the crib Pickles!

Meeting Birdie and the Dogs

Pickles and Frittata first met Birdie and the dogs while behind a gate.  As in the past Birdie hissed and Tiggy was extremely curious.

Pickles behind the gate.

Pickles behind the gate.

Tiggy and Birdie curious about the new house guests.

Tiggy and Birdie curious about the new house guests.

The girls looking back at their hosts.

The girls looking back at their hosts.

Pickles was not shaken at all.  She’s like a honey badger:  she does not give a shit.  She walked through the gate slats into the living room, sashaying her way past the dogs to go to the kitchen.  Pickles does not lack confidence.

Pickles on the dog bed.

Pickles on the dog bed.

On the other hand, little Frittata was slightly nervous.  She wanted to be brave, but got hissy when a dog would get too close.  She even swatted Linus on the nose.  I felt so bad for him because Linus is my sweet dog.  After nearly a week she got comfortable enough that the hissing subsided.

Birdie didn’t care for Pickles at all.  Who was this cat coming into her home (aka The Bird House) walking around like she owned the place?  They kept their distance.  Birdie was more tolerant of Frittata because she still had the upper paw with her.  Birdie was even nice enough to let Frittata share the bed with us when we took a nap one afternoon.

Birdie trapping the girls in the kitchen.

Birdie trapping the girls in the kitchen.

Frittata bravely trying to move past Birdie.

Frittata bravely trying to move past Birdie.

The Basement and Other Joys

The highlight of the girls’ stay was our unfinished basement.  For years that underground slab of cement had been collecting so much stuff like our wedding decorations, my husband’s high school memorabilia, river tubes, various kitchen appliances and utensils, tools, sporting goods, and even a random door.  Last month my husband began the project of water sealing the basement.  Which meant he cleaned it out and what we kept was moved to one side.

The view from the steps.

The view from the steps.

The empty side provided a wonderful open area for the girls to run around while the cluttered side was a place of serious feline exploration.  Even the HVAC ducts was Pickles’s own above ground highway (yes, she jumped onto the ducts and walked on top of them).

Walking down to the basement.

Walking down to the basement.

Frittata returning from her basement adventure.

Frittata returning from her basement adventure.

Frittata ready to pounce on Pickles.

Frittata ready to pounce on Pickles.

What else did Pickles love?  My son’s activity play yard.  Anyone with a child is familiar with the soft pad that has fun toys hanging from above.  The play yard allows my son to develop his motor skills and association skills, and apparently allows kitties to go nuts kicking and swatting.

Everett and Pickles playing with the Fisher-Price Ballcano.

Everett and Pickles playing with the Fisher-Price Ballcano.

Pickles would like a forever home with a play yard.

Pickles would like a forever home with a play yard.

After a week the girls were brought back to camp much to the delight of Schroeder (he was kind of lonely without his playmates).  In the end, Pickles should probably go to a home where she’s the only cat.  She’s pretty fearless so she would do well with dogs and kids.  Frittata would be fine with laid back dogs, another cat or even being the only cat.

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