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Smidgeon, you darling little idiot, you need to wake up to the fact that The Phooka is BIGGER THAN YOU! He is huge. He is almost THREE TIMES your weight. And he is a lop, which means that he is not mostly leg, like other breeds of rabbits. His weight is all muscle and bulk. It would be the equivelent of me seeing an upended refrigerator hurtling down at me. Therefore, my dear kitten, when he is racing across the room for his beloved salad, it is NOT the time to pull to an abrupt stop in front of him to half roll over and clean your butt. Besides the above mentioned bulk.. he also has really really rotten brakes. It is only out of sheer luck for you that he was getting his salad just a little bit earlier than usual and so he wasn't quite as hungry as usual, that he was able to stop in time, and I have to say that I admire his self-control. I've seen him bowl over bigger and fiercer obstacles than you on his way to his salad. I was amazed that all he did was look at you, then at me in sheer apalled amazement, then at you and back at me again. And STILL he didn't charge right through you. You have no idea how lucky you are, scamp. Tags: smidgeon, the phooka
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Dear Smidgie I am delighted that you love your new feather boa so much! But why do you insist on dropping it in your water bowl? I can understand you wanting to keep your Feathered Lure toy in your food bowl. That way, you always know where it is, and your food bowl is usually empty. But your water bowl is FULL, which makes your feather boa wet. And soggy. And messy to play with. And then you bring it into my lap. While it is wet. And soggy. And, when you do that in the dark, rather scary, until I identify it as your wet soggy feather boa. I also did enjoy watching you pretend that my sneakers were trying to eat your feather boa and you had to attack them and pull your feather boa out from inside of them. It was a very dramatic performance, and you certainly taught my sneakers several very important lessons about messing with your toys. I was also very glad you did that segment of play BEFORE you dunked your feather boa in your water bowl. Also, I'm not sure your sister Nox or your Lapine Brother The Phooka appreciate having bits of feather swimming in their drinking water. I'm still wondering about the WHYS of that one. All love, The provider of feathered fun stuff. Tags: smidgeon
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Dear Nox, I am so sorry you don't like your new collar and tage, but hun... get used to them. I know it's a little uncomfy at first, but the collar will soften up, and you do look so beautiful in it! The shimmery goes so well with your glossy black coat! And the tag says that you live here, and that's very very important. I also know that it would be easier if your annoying little sister didn't think the bell on it meant that it was... oh, dear... a play-toy just for her. I am sorry for that. All my love, Momma. ____ Smidgie, Leave your sister's collar alone. It's hard enough to get used to one without you grabbing the bell and dragging yourself along from it. She's embarrassed enough as it is, and she's bigger than you, knows how to sit on top of you, pin you down, and isn't afraid to use it! In about one month, you'll be old enough for a collar of your own. Your day will come. All my patience, Momma. Tags: nox, smidgeon
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Can you tell I dumped my camera into my computer today?  I love how Nox splays herself into a puddle! When the sun hits her fur, she turns into molten hematite. She's bird (or squirrel) watching here, but she also splays like this on the back of the recliner or softie chair, with either of her back legs on either side. And her tail is made out of the deepest plush velvet. I don't blame Smidgie for being obsessed with catching it; I can't keep my hands off of it myself. It must be captured and the tip of it kissed! Mom got this huge pet bed shipped to her in error, and the company told her to just keep it. I've had it listed in my eBay store for a couple of years now, but I'm outlisted by the sheer number of this type of thing. Up until this summer, I had two pillows on the storage bins in the studio window for the cats and The Phooka to lay on, but one of them was beat and chewed to death and back again, and there was no salvaging it. I tossed it after Jazzi's and Tiki's passing, and The Phooka refused to lay on just one. It turned out to be too small for him. So Mom graciously gave us the pet bed and I put it in the window today. It is just the right size to cover the two storage bins. It is rather like a feather bed-type of pillow, and several inches thick. And I do mean thick! Out of sheer whimsy, I tossed Smidge on it. She sunk. The covering (which comes off and is machine-washable. I swear, they see me coming when they make these things!) is made out of a tough material that makes wonderful shooshy noises that sends a kitten into playful delights!  ( More cuteness and pictures behind the cut! )Tags: nox, smidgeon, the phooka
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Smidgeon LOOOOOVES toys with feathers. I had to hide the Da Bird, because she'd drag the lure, the six foot long string, and the three foot long wand around the house and try to take it into The Phooka's cage, which she adopted as sort of a den. If Noxie even LOOKED at her, she'd do this low growl. Not a GRRRRR, but a grrrrrrr, which was simply .... adorable in it's smallness.
"Ise be FEERCE! This be MY FEATHER! I KILLS the ... um... DANGEROUS... um... FEATHER!"
I love PetStages cat toys. So when I saw these: www.petstages.com/cats/playing/feathered-lure-pair.html I had to order them. Small enough for a tiny itty bitten kitten to bat around, and with FEATHERS!
They came in a couple of days ago. The feathers are about three times the size of the fishie. They are so big that when Smidgie carries it around, you can't see her face. Just a kitten body with a bunch o' feathers where her little head should be. And she loves this toy! The first night, she played with it for 45 minutes straight. Hard! Then she finally climbed up into my lap, curled up with her head in my hand and passed out for over two hours. The toy was minus two feathers and starting to look rather bedraggled. I had only given her one (they come in pairs), but she had found the other, still attached to the cardboard backing. She dragged it away too. Still attached to the cardboard backing. The cardboard was taller than she is. She was bouncing through the room with the toy... still attached to the cardboard backing... taller than she is. I laughed myself silly. When I went to find the other one to bribe her, I found it in her food bowl. Since then, it is ALWAYS in her food bowl when she is not playing with it. ALWAYS. Apparently, this is such a special toy, that she puts it in her food bowl when she is done playing with it, so she always knows where it is.
Late that night, she brought it to bed with us. I woke up in the middle of the night by a romping kitten bouncing on the bed and occassionally being smacked in the face with wet feathers.
Four days later, there are only about three feathers left on it. And several teeth marks on the fishie.
And it is sitting patiently in her food bowl. Waiting for the next playtime. Tags: smidgeon
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