Cats Herd You

The Catmobile Rides Again

Yesterday, the head peep drove a transport for the Cute Transport Network. 21 kitties from the streets and shelters of south Florida are making their way north to rescue programs who will find them wonderful forever homes.

How do you get 21 kitties into a catmobile?

With the back seat down so that they can ride in the rear hatchback! One carrier rode in the passenger seat, and we could easily have fit one more in back.

Here are some of the faces of the lucky kitties who are headed north to find new forever homes. Thomas and Belle were just spayed and neutered the day before, but they were ready to party.

Look at that Siamese face! This kitten and siblings were rescued from a Craigslist ad in Miami.

This photo was taken from the front seat, so it’s blurry, but we wanted to include it because one of these black kitties was so bold, he hissed at the head peep when she picked up the carrier. You tell her, buddy!

This carrier was full of quiet, well-behaved kitties who started out life on a Florida horse ranch and are going to find posh new homes up north.

These three little faces were intent because the head peep was part of the mid-transport snack stop. They could smell that food the moment the bag was opened!

This was the first time that the head peep drove kitties who were too young to “hold it” all day. These guys made a bit of a mess. These little faces are saying, “Who, us?” Yeah, you kittens!

The head peep says she feels lucky to have spent a few hours with these kitties on their way to to their futures.

She also said that she felt lucky to get home to us so she didn’t have to deal with any more kitten energy. Remember you said that when we get the 3 AM zoomies, OK?

Caturday Art: Ashton Edition

The head peep isn’t entirely thrilled with how this came out, but she’s running short of time this week.

The head peep doesn’t have time to make a do-over because she’s driving a transport for the Cute Transport Network this weekend. We should have some photos from her adventure in the next few days.

National Hairball Awareness Day

Pierre: Hey, Newton, do you have a trichobezoar?

Newton: Isn’t that a little personal?

Pierre: Not a… Oh, never mind. A trichobezoar is a fancy word for hairball.

Newton: Have you been reading the internet again? The last time you did that, you ended up telling me about the Nigerian prince who wanted to send you a million green papers.

Pierre: *grumbles* He would have if you hadn’t stopped him.

Newton: So what’s this about hairballs, anyhow?

Pierre: Well, today is National Hairball Awareness day.

Newton: I’m plenty aware of them, thanks. Being the long-haired cat in the house, and it’s springtime. I’m more aware of them than you are.

Pierre: But do you even know what they are?

Newton: They’re the things that make me make this sound. Want to hear it? *breathes in*

Pierre: Oh, no, don’t make that noise unless you mean it! They happen because when you groom yourself, you end up swallowing some hair, and not all of it goes all the way through to the litterbox.

Newton: No, some of it I leave in strategic locations instead. Like right next to the bed where the head peep is sure to step in it first thing in the morning.

Pierre: I’m glad you mentioned her. I have an idea about how she can help you have less hairballs.

Newton: Really? How?

Pierre: She can brush you every day.

Newton: She has to catch me first. Manly mancats do not subject themselves to the brush.

Pierre: But it would mean less hairballs coming back up in the middle of the night when you’re trying to sleep. And the brush feels good. You’ve seen her brush me.

Newton. Yes, but you aren’t as mancatly as I am. No WAY that brush is getting near this beautiful coat.

Pierre: *sigh* That’s why you have to get manscaped, because you won’t have the brush. That’s all right. That leaves more brush for me, then, and no hairballs, either. Hairballs, if you can’t pass them, can cause complications that require surgery, so everyone else, let your peeps brush you for Hairball Awareness Day. Cough up less and play more!

The Mancat Manscaping Report

Newton: I know you’ve been waiting since Monday for an udpate on my manscaping appointment, and I didn’t want to make you wait all weekend for another Mancat Monday to have an update.

It was traumatic, ladycats! I used my cutest look, but I had to go to the vet anyhow.

It took three people to hold me down for my manscaping.

But before I knew it, my beautiful mancat armpit fluff was all over the table instead of where I worked so hard to grow it.

I fought so mightily, that the vet only removed my mats and my left manly armpit floof. As you can see, my right mancat armpit floof proved too much for his noisy clippers.