Cora, the foster kitty

Remember the demons?

Well, we still have one left who remains un-adopted. We have named her Cora, for Core Sound, a nearby body of water, and she may get adopted here soon. So I thought I would make a post about her, especially since I got cute pictures of her yesterday.


When Cora came to us from the Coast Guard base, she was the most frightened kittens. Not sure if you have ever dealt with frightened feral kitties, but they turn into tasmanian devils. No lie. So not only was she the most frightened, she was the most frightening.


But like her sisters, she came around with time and lots of kitten burritos (where you wrap up a cat like a burrito and force your love upon them so they realize that you aren't going to hurt them and you can steer clear of those claws haha).


She is the runt of the litter, probably why she was the most skittish. She seems to be a one-on-one type kitty. She first bonded with Ana (story), and then she bonded with me. Most of the time her uber-curious nature trumps her scaredy-cat nature, but she can still be unsure about a lot of things.


We hope she finds her forever home soon.

First egg!!!

When hens crow ...

It's a bit like "When pigs fly." They don't. And we have a "hen" that has begun to crow, which means we have a rooster!

Considering roosters are loud and unnecessary for a home flock, I urged One Way to make a certain bird Sunday dinner, but he said we'll just trade the rooster out for a hen with the resident chicken man down the street.

However, at this point, we aren't sure which one is the rooster ... I suspect it's Rose (Roy) the Rhode Island Red. But I'm waiting for confirmation of seeing the crow first hand before jumping to conclusions.

Kittens settle in

Our feral demon kitties have adjusted to domesticated life with relative ease. They are getting fat, fat, fat and love their snuggles.

One of them, the black kitty, has adopted Ana as her friend. And poor Ana, who is accustomed to getting beaten up by Missy, is not sure what to do or think. So she placates the kitten by allowing only minimal snuggling, a few licks, and then gingerly moves away (as if at any point and time the kitten will decide to eat her).

It's fun to see their individual personalities come alive. We have not named the formerly feral kitties, and I'm not sure we're going to. We are foster parents, after all, and I suspect their names will change once they find their forever home(s) anyway. We don't need to name them and get anymore attached.

We got demons in the house

But they're pretty darn cute. One Way rescued a mama kitty and her three out of five kittens. Mama is getting spayed at the time of this post, and we only have three kittens with two at large.

These cats make tigers look tame. They are pretty darn feral. But, we aim to tame 'em and then send them on their way to a new home to shred.

Another attempt at making clothes

I think I did better this time. The directions still baffled me on the skirt, but I didn't let that stop me. I made up my own design for the shirt (I had some scraps left over and didn't have a shirt to match the skirt)

Fishing bonanza

One Way's dad and stepmom came up for the weekend and we ended up catching a whole lot of fish (and a whole lot of fun).

Gary caught the biggest fish of the lot.

Here we all are in front of the house.