The Dog, I Mean Cat, Days of Summer

Late September is finally bringing cool breezes and some relaxation to Camp Kitty. To say that this summer was crazy is probably a bit of an understatement. Camp had it’s first SRO weekend on Mother’s Day weekend, and it pretty much didn’t stop until about three days ago.

In addition to this craziness, there has been a lot of action on the foster front. The summer started off rough with us dealing with a sick kitty. Our sassy Stella started acting oddly. She didn’t try to share our lunches and she didn’t ask to have the door between retail and boarding opened a zillion times a day. Plus we noticed she was losing weight. After a couple of very expensive trips to the vet (donations can be made at http://aarfatlanta.org/), we found out that she has GI lymphoma.  While there is no cure, she is now on medication and has improved greatly.

Why did they have to shave my belly? Why?

Why did they have to shave my belly? Why?

Next, our sweet Frittata finally found her forever home! We still don’t understand why this took so long since she is honestly one of the sweetest cats ever made, but her new family loves her. And I understand that her new ‘brother’ at least tolerates her.

Frittata leaves for her forever home!

Frittata leaves for her forever home!

We have also acquired some new fosters. Vegas and Gizmo are ‘brothers’ who boarded for a while. But due to unfortunate circumstances, they needed to find a new home. Well, despite owner warnings and notes from the vet to “Use Caution!!” with Gizmo, everyone at camp immediately fell for this round boy. Gizmo has not met an animal or person that he does not like. He has quickly become the greeter at camp.

Please come rub my belly.

Please come rub my belly.

And we weren’t going to take him without taking his ‘brother.’ Vegas is one dude with a lot of personality. He quickly declared himself guard cat and bouncer here at camp. While he does feel like he needs to be in control of everyone, he does manage to coexist in a mainly peaceful way. And he sure does love attention from us lowly humans.

I'm bringing sexy back

I’m bringing sexy back

And in case this wasn’t enough, this happened…

Oreo and Toffee

Oreo and Toffee

Totino and Sundae

Totino and Sundae

Yes, kittens. These little guys and gals were so tiny when we got them but are growing every day. They love hanging out with their older ‘brothers’ at camp and generally just being plain, old goofy.

So come on into camp and say hi to the gang!

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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.

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES And toys to play with.

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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