Back, sorta, with snippets (long)

aw, so glad to hear that Lula and Hube and finally starting to trust again.
What a joy they sound for you. I'm so glad they found their forever home
with you and DH. Glad bless you, and welcome back to the fold.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time
"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Real Life has swallowed me whole lately, but we have been sending
purrs out into the aether to be distributed as needed by the
mothership, and will continue to do so.

Hubert has decided that dishtowels do not belong on the oven door.
They just don't. He's very businesslike about it; he'll walk up,
meerkat up on his hind legs, whisk the towel off the door handle, and
walk away with an expression on his little stripey face like "well,
that's done." Then he checks it off his kitty to-do list.

Tallulah is such a girly cat. I've posted before that she always
tries to steal any jewelry I'm wearing. This weekend while she was
"helping" me clean the bathroom I set a basket o' stuff down on the
floor to clean the counter by the sink. She went to check out the
basket and zeroed in on the lip gloss, dragging it out to chew on.
Well, that's *close* to what humans do with it.

Hubert is looking all sleek and shiny these days in his Big Boy Fur,
which has come in everywhere except right behind his ears, where he is
still kitten-fuzzy. He's also getting some real solidity to him -
he's still skinny, but when you touch him there's some heft there,
instead of that delicate little babycat feeling.

One day recently Hubert purred when I petted him! This is new - I'd
only ever heard him purring before while he was nursing.

And speaking of nursing, Lula has cut him off. Poor Hubert doesn't
want to be weaned! (Hube, you're 4 months old and almost as big as
your mom, it's time, sheesh!) Tallulah tries to get him to settle
down and get washed, but he tries to nurse instead and she bunny-kicks
him in the head; they do this over and over until she gets up and
stalks off. Then Hubert is sad, but the bright side (for us) is that
after one of their weaning dramas he then looks to his humans for
consolation. He finds us unsatisfactory playmates but acceptable
cuddlers.

Hubie's come such a long way from the scared, wild little thing he was
to begin with. He's gone from terrified to interested to sociable to
affectionate. He is still afraid of everyone but us, though, and
hides under the couch whenever someone comes over.

Recently DH stepped on Tallulah's foot and was very distressed,
thinking that she would be afraid of him, or else that one of these
days her habit of being almost constantly underfoot would get her hurt
by accident. I pointed out that she let him pet her and apologize
without trying to get away from him, and shared with him a couple of
my observations about our Lula:

(1) Recently I got out a stick to fish out the thousands of cat toys
which Hubert had knocked under the stove. I picked up the stick, then
saw Tallulah's stricken face. My heart just ached, seeing that she
*knew* what a stick was. She backed up a few steps and sat down,
watching with wide eyes. She was alarmed by the stick, but she's
secure enough in the knowledge that we won't hurt her that she didn't
run.
(2) Tallulah used to spend a lot of time asleep in front of the couch,
right below my feet. After a few times of my swinging my legs over
and putting my feet down on Lula by accident, she stopped sleeping
there.

Conclusions:
(a) She trusts us.
(b) But she's not stupid.

I have the kitchen cabinets secured with bungee cords, but there's one
cabinet off by itself with nothing to secure it to, so I keep the
trash can in front of that cabinet door. Hubert has realized that
when I take out the trash, the can is then light enough for him to
move out of the way so he can open the door. I don't know what I'm
going do when this smart little monster isn't so little any more.

Hubert is a fiend for pretzels. He mostly doesn't eat them; he just
plays with them. But he *must* have them, and will climb right into
the bag to get them. The best toys of all, though, are his jingly
balls - hard plastic with a bell inside. They're his most obnoxious
toys, and therefore his favorite toys. When I'm *outside* I can hear
him playing with them in the kitchen, chasing them and slamming them
into the cabinets - jingle jingle jingle *wham* jingle wham jingle
wham jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle WHAM WHAM WHAM. This
can go on for hours. Really.

Tallulah and I were having some Lula time, enjoying a quiet scritching
session. A neighbor d*g started barking, and Lula sat up in alarm.
In only a second, though, she realized that the d*g was outside and
remembered that she doesn't have to worry about d*gs any more. She
cozied herself back down on the bed and purrrrrred.

------
Krista

Real life is also interfering with my posting, but I just love Hubie & Lula
stories. That little wild kitten! Didn't you do well? Yes of course you
did.

Tweed





"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Real Life has swallowed me whole lately, but we have been sending
purrs out into the aether to be distributed as needed by the
mothership, and will continue to do so.

Hubert has decided that dishtowels do not belong on the oven door.
They just don't. He's very businesslike about it; he'll walk up,
meerkat up on his hind legs, whisk the towel off the door handle, and
walk away with an expression on his little stripey face like "well,
that's done." Then he checks it off his kitty to-do list.

Tallulah is such a girly cat. I've posted before that she always
tries to steal any jewelry I'm wearing. This weekend while she was
"helping" me clean the bathroom I set a basket o' stuff down on the
floor to clean the counter by the sink. She went to check out the
basket and zeroed in on the lip gloss, dragging it out to chew on.
Well, that's *close* to what humans do with it.

Hubert is looking all sleek and shiny these days in his Big Boy Fur,
which has come in everywhere except right behind his ears, where he is
still kitten-fuzzy. He's also getting some real solidity to him -
he's still skinny, but when you touch him there's some heft there,
instead of that delicate little babycat feeling.

One day recently Hubert purred when I petted him! This is new - I'd
only ever heard him purring before while he was nursing.

And speaking of nursing, Lula has cut him off. Poor Hubert doesn't
want to be weaned! (Hube, you're 4 months old and almost as big as
your mom, it's time, sheesh!) Tallulah tries to get him to settle
down and get washed, but he tries to nurse instead and she bunny-kicks
him in the head; they do this over and over until she gets up and
stalks off. Then Hubert is sad, but the bright side (for us) is that
after one of their weaning dramas he then looks to his humans for
consolation. He finds us unsatisfactory playmates but acceptable
cuddlers.

Hubie's come such a long way from the scared, wild little thing he was
to begin with. He's gone from terrified to interested to sociable to
affectionate. He is still afraid of everyone but us, though, and
hides under the couch whenever someone comes over.

Recently DH stepped on Tallulah's foot and was very distressed,
thinking that she would be afraid of him, or else that one of these
days her habit of being almost constantly underfoot would get her hurt
by accident. I pointed out that she let him pet her and apologize
without trying to get away from him, and shared with him a couple of
my observations about our Lula:

(1) Recently I got out a stick to fish out the thousands of cat toys
which Hubert had knocked under the stove. I picked up the stick, then
saw Tallulah's stricken face. My heart just ached, seeing that she
*knew* what a stick was. She backed up a few steps and sat down,
watching with wide eyes. She was alarmed by the stick, but she's
secure enough in the knowledge that we won't hurt her that she didn't
run.
(2) Tallulah used to spend a lot of time asleep in front of the couch,
right below my feet. After a few times of my swinging my legs over
and putting my feet down on Lula by accident, she stopped sleeping
there.

Conclusions:
(a) She trusts us.
(b) But she's not stupid.

I have the kitchen cabinets secured with bungee cords, but there's one
cabinet off by itself with nothing to secure it to, so I keep the
trash can in front of that cabinet door. Hubert has realized that
when I take out the trash, the can is then light enough for him to
move out of the way so he can open the door. I don't know what I'm
going do when this smart little monster isn't so little any more.

Hubert is a fiend for pretzels. He mostly doesn't eat them; he just
plays with them. But he *must* have them, and will climb right into
the bag to get them. The best toys of all, though, are his jingly
balls - hard plastic with a bell inside. They're his most obnoxious
toys, and therefore his favorite toys. When I'm *outside* I can hear
him playing with them in the kitchen, chasing them and slamming them
into the cabinets - jingle jingle jingle *wham* jingle wham jingle
wham jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle WHAM WHAM WHAM. This
can go on for hours. Really.

Tallulah and I were having some Lula time, enjoying a quiet scritching
session. A neighbor d*g started barking, and Lula sat up in alarm.
In only a second, though, she realized that the d*g was outside and
remembered that she doesn't have to worry about d*gs any more. She
cozied herself back down on the bed and purrrrrred.

------
Krista

Real life is also interfering with my posting, but I just love Hubie & Lula
stories. That little wild kitten! Didn't you do well? Yes of course you
did.

Tweed





"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Real Life has swallowed me whole lately, but we have been sending
purrs out into the aether to be distributed as needed by the
mothership, and will continue to do so.

Hubert has decided that dishtowels do not belong on the oven door.
They just don't. He's very businesslike about it; he'll walk up,
meerkat up on his hind legs, whisk the towel off the door handle, and
walk away with an expression on his little stripey face like "well,
that's done." Then he checks it off his kitty to-do list.

Tallulah is such a girly cat. I've posted before that she always
tries to steal any jewelry I'm wearing. This weekend while she was
"helping" me clean the bathroom I set a basket o' stuff down on the
floor to clean the counter by the sink. She went to check out the
basket and zeroed in on the lip gloss, dragging it out to chew on.
Well, that's *close* to what humans do with it.

Hubert is looking all sleek and shiny these days in his Big Boy Fur,
which has come in everywhere except right behind his ears, where he is
still kitten-fuzzy. He's also getting some real solidity to him -
he's still skinny, but when you touch him there's some heft there,
instead of that delicate little babycat feeling.

One day recently Hubert purred when I petted him! This is new - I'd
only ever heard him purring before while he was nursing.

And speaking of nursing, Lula has cut him off. Poor Hubert doesn't
want to be weaned! (Hube, you're 4 months old and almost as big as
your mom, it's time, sheesh!) Tallulah tries to get him to settle
down and get washed, but he tries to nurse instead and she bunny-kicks
him in the head; they do this over and over until she gets up and
stalks off. Then Hubert is sad, but the bright side (for us) is that
after one of their weaning dramas he then looks to his humans for
consolation. He finds us unsatisfactory playmates but acceptable
cuddlers.

Hubie's come such a long way from the scared, wild little thing he was
to begin with. He's gone from terrified to interested to sociable to
affectionate. He is still afraid of everyone but us, though, and
hides under the couch whenever someone comes over.

Recently DH stepped on Tallulah's foot and was very distressed,
thinking that she would be afraid of him, or else that one of these
days her habit of being almost constantly underfoot would get her hurt
by accident. I pointed out that she let him pet her and apologize
without trying to get away from him, and shared with him a couple of
my observations about our Lula:

(1) Recently I got out a stick to fish out the thousands of cat toys
which Hubert had knocked under the stove. I picked up the stick, then
saw Tallulah's stricken face. My heart just ached, seeing that she
*knew* what a stick was. She backed up a few steps and sat down,
watching with wide eyes. She was alarmed by the stick, but she's
secure enough in the knowledge that we won't hurt her that she didn't
run.
(2) Tallulah used to spend a lot of time asleep in front of the couch,
right below my feet. After a few times of my swinging my legs over
and putting my feet down on Lula by accident, she stopped sleeping
there.

Conclusions:
(a) She trusts us.
(b) But she's not stupid.

I have the kitchen cabinets secured with bungee cords, but there's one
cabinet off by itself with nothing to secure it to, so I keep the
trash can in front of that cabinet door. Hubert has realized that
when I take out the trash, the can is then light enough for him to
move out of the way so he can open the door. I don't know what I'm
going do when this smart little monster isn't so little any more.

Hubert is a fiend for pretzels. He mostly doesn't eat them; he just
plays with them. But he *must* have them, and will climb right into
the bag to get them. The best toys of all, though, are his jingly
balls - hard plastic with a bell inside. They're his most obnoxious
toys, and therefore his favorite toys. When I'm *outside* I can hear
him playing with them in the kitchen, chasing them and slamming them
into the cabinets - jingle jingle jingle *wham* jingle wham jingle
wham jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle WHAM WHAM WHAM. This
can go on for hours. Really.

Tallulah and I were having some Lula time, enjoying a quiet scritching
session. A neighbor d*g started barking, and Lula sat up in alarm.
In only a second, though, she realized that the d*g was outside and
remembered that she doesn't have to worry about d*gs any more. She
cozied herself back down on the bed and purrrrrred.

------
Krista

Awww, Lula and Hube snippets :-) Any new piccies?
--
Britta
Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's
covered in fur!
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album



"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Real Life has swallowed me whole lately, but we have been sending
purrs out into the aether to be distributed as needed by the
mothership, and will continue to do so.

Hubert has decided that dishtowels do not belong on the oven door.
They just don't. He's very businesslike about it; he'll walk up,
meerkat up on his hind legs, whisk the towel off the door handle,
and
walk away with an expression on his little stripey face like "well,
that's done." Then he checks it off his kitty to-do list.

Tallulah is such a girly cat. I've posted before that she always
tries to steal any jewelry I'm wearing. This weekend while she was
"helping" me clean the bathroom I set a basket o' stuff down on the
floor to clean the counter by the sink. She went to check out the
basket and zeroed in on the lip gloss, dragging it out to chew on.
Well, that's *close* to what humans do with it.

Hubert is looking all sleek and shiny these days in his Big Boy Fur,
which has come in everywhere except right behind his ears, where he
is
still kitten-fuzzy. He's also getting some real solidity to him -
he's still skinny, but when you touch him there's some heft there,
instead of that delicate little babycat feeling.

One day recently Hubert purred when I petted him! This is new - I'd
only ever heard him purring before while he was nursing.

And speaking of nursing, Lula has cut him off. Poor Hubert doesn't
want to be weaned! (Hube, you're 4 months old and almost as big as
your mom, it's time, sheesh!) Tallulah tries to get him to settle
down and get washed, but he tries to nurse instead and she
bunny-kicks
him in the head; they do this over and over until she gets up and
stalks off. Then Hubert is sad, but the bright side (for us) is
that
after one of their weaning dramas he then looks to his humans for
consolation. He finds us unsatisfactory playmates but acceptable
cuddlers.

Hubie's come such a long way from the scared, wild little thing he
was
to begin with. He's gone from terrified to interested to sociable
to
affectionate. He is still afraid of everyone but us, though, and
hides under the couch whenever someone comes over.

Recently DH stepped on Tallulah's foot and was very distressed,
thinking that she would be afraid of him, or else that one of these
days her habit of being almost constantly underfoot would get her
hurt
by accident. I pointed out that she let him pet her and apologize
without trying to get away from him, and shared with him a couple of
my observations about our Lula:

(1) Recently I got out a stick to fish out the thousands of cat toys
which Hubert had knocked under the stove. I picked up the stick,
then
saw Tallulah's stricken face. My heart just ached, seeing that she
*knew* what a stick was. She backed up a few steps and sat down,
watching with wide eyes. She was alarmed by the stick, but she's
secure enough in the knowledge that we won't hurt her that she
didn't
run.
(2) Tallulah used to spend a lot of time asleep in front of the
couch,
right below my feet. After a few times of my swinging my legs over
and putting my feet down on Lula by accident, she stopped sleeping
there.

Conclusions:
(a) She trusts us.
(b) But she's not stupid.

I have the kitchen cabinets secured with bungee cords, but there's
one
cabinet off by itself with nothing to secure it to, so I keep the
trash can in front of that cabinet door. Hubert has realized that
when I take out the trash, the can is then light enough for him to
move out of the way so he can open the door. I don't know what I'm
going do when this smart little monster isn't so little any more.

Hubert is a fiend for pretzels. He mostly doesn't eat them; he just
plays with them. But he *must* have them, and will climb right into
the bag to get them. The best toys of all, though, are his jingly
balls - hard plastic with a bell inside. They're his most obnoxious
toys, and therefore his favorite toys. When I'm *outside* I can
hear
him playing with them in the kitchen, chasing them and slamming them
into the cabinets - jingle jingle jingle *wham* jingle wham jingle
wham jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle WHAM WHAM WHAM. This
can go on for hours. Really.

Tallulah and I were having some Lula time, enjoying a quiet
scritching
session. A neighbor d*g started barking, and Lula sat up in alarm.
In only a second, though, she realized that the d*g was outside and
remembered that she doesn't have to worry about d*gs any more. She
cozied herself back down on the bed and purrrrrred.

------
Krista

Awww, Lula and Hube snippets :-) Any new piccies?
--
Britta
Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's
covered in fur!
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album



"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Real Life has swallowed me whole lately, but we have been sending
purrs out into the aether to be distributed as needed by the
mothership, and will continue to do so.

Hubert has decided that dishtowels do not belong on the oven door.
They just don't. He's very businesslike about it; he'll walk up,
meerkat up on his hind legs, whisk the towel off the door handle,
and
walk away with an expression on his little stripey face like "well,
that's done." Then he checks it off his kitty to-do list.

Tallulah is such a girly cat. I've posted before that she always
tries to steal any jewelry I'm wearing. This weekend while she was
"helping" me clean the bathroom I set a basket o' stuff down on the
floor to clean the counter by the sink. She went to check out the
basket and zeroed in on the lip gloss, dragging it out to chew on.
Well, that's *close* to what humans do with it.

Hubert is looking all sleek and shiny these days in his Big Boy Fur,
which has come in everywhere except right behind his ears, where he
is
still kitten-fuzzy. He's also getting some real solidity to him -
he's still skinny, but when you touch him there's some heft there,
instead of that delicate little babycat feeling.

One day recently Hubert purred when I petted him! This is new - I'd
only ever heard him purring before while he was nursing.

And speaking of nursing, Lula has cut him off. Poor Hubert doesn't
want to be weaned! (Hube, you're 4 months old and almost as big as
your mom, it's time, sheesh!) Tallulah tries to get him to settle
down and get washed, but he tries to nurse instead and she
bunny-kicks
him in the head; they do this over and over until she gets up and
stalks off. Then Hubert is sad, but the bright side (for us) is
that
after one of their weaning dramas he then looks to his humans for
consolation. He finds us unsatisfactory playmates but acceptable
cuddlers.

Hubie's come such a long way from the scared, wild little thing he
was
to begin with. He's gone from terrified to interested to sociable
to
affectionate. He is still afraid of everyone but us, though, and
hides under the couch whenever someone comes over.

Recently DH stepped on Tallulah's foot and was very distressed,
thinking that she would be afraid of him, or else that one of these
days her habit of being almost constantly underfoot would get her
hurt
by accident. I pointed out that she let him pet her and apologize
without trying to get away from him, and shared with him a couple of
my observations about our Lula:

(1) Recently I got out a stick to fish out the thousands of cat toys
which Hubert had knocked under the stove. I picked up the stick,
then
saw Tallulah's stricken face. My heart just ached, seeing that she
*knew* what a stick was. She backed up a few steps and sat down,
watching with wide eyes. She was alarmed by the stick, but she's
secure enough in the knowledge that we won't hurt her that she
didn't
run.
(2) Tallulah used to spend a lot of time asleep in front of the
couch,
right below my feet. After a few times of my swinging my legs over
and putting my feet down on Lula by accident, she stopped sleeping
there.

Conclusions:
(a) She trusts us.
(b) But she's not stupid.

I have the kitchen cabinets secured with bungee cords, but there's
one
cabinet off by itself with nothing to secure it to, so I keep the
trash can in front of that cabinet door. Hubert has realized that
when I take out the trash, the can is then light enough for him to
move out of the way so he can open the door. I don't know what I'm
going do when this smart little monster isn't so little any more.

Hubert is a fiend for pretzels. He mostly doesn't eat them; he just
plays with them. But he *must* have them, and will climb right into
the bag to get them. The best toys of all, though, are his jingly
balls - hard plastic with a bell inside. They're his most obnoxious
toys, and therefore his favorite toys. When I'm *outside* I can
hear
him playing with them in the kitchen, chasing them and slamming them
into the cabinets - jingle jingle jingle *wham* jingle wham jingle
wham jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle WHAM WHAM WHAM. This
can go on for hours. Really.

Tallulah and I were having some Lula time, enjoying a quiet
scritching
session. A neighbor d*g started barking, and Lula sat up in alarm.
In only a second, though, she realized that the d*g was outside and
remembered that she doesn't have to worry about d*gs any more. She
cozied herself back down on the bed and purrrrrred.

------
Krista

Great to see you back, Krista. Always enjoy your stories of Lula and "the
Hube".
Sam

Great to see you back, Krista. Always enjoy your stories of Lula and "the
Hube".
Sam

Takayuki wrote in message . ..

(snipped some stuff)

I thought it was surprising how semi-feral he was (or at least shy)
when you first got them inside. He's really coming along.


I was surprised too. He was so very young that I can't imagine he'd
ever encounterd any other humans, and his mother certainly wasn't
afraid of us, so I don't know where that came from.


That's so sad! So a cat toy on a stick would be out of the question?

Lula will play sometimes with the Panic Mouse attachment, which is on
a very short stick, but she's not so much into the whole chasing
thing; she catches the toys and then wants to drag them off and kill
them. I think her having been a *real* hunter interferes with her
playing, though she does enjoy it. She likes best to play
chase-and-wrestle with Hubert, rather than with toys.

------
Krista

Takayuki wrote in message . ..

(snipped some stuff)

I thought it was surprising how semi-feral he was (or at least shy)
when you first got them inside. He's really coming along.


I was surprised too. He was so very young that I can't imagine he'd
ever encounterd any other humans, and his mother certainly wasn't
afraid of us, so I don't know where that came from.


That's so sad! So a cat toy on a stick would be out of the question?

Lula will play sometimes with the Panic Mouse attachment, which is on
a very short stick, but she's not so much into the whole chasing
thing; she catches the toys and then wants to drag them off and kill
them. I think her having been a *real* hunter interferes with her
playing, though she does enjoy it. She likes best to play
chase-and-wrestle with Hubert, rather than with toys.

------
Krista

"Karen" wrote in message ...
Awwwwww. I love these. New piccies?


I'm working on it. My firewall seems to be feuding with my photo software. Grrrr.