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NF-Lee's Gildor and Frodo

Didn't get to go to the Inauguration, but I've got kittens for compensation.

Posted on 2009.01.19 at 14:40
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Note: This is a cat post, with lots of pictures.


Back in the beginning of November, my daughter and I visited my mother where she lives in northern Virginia, in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. Both of us were big Obama supporters and had voted by absentee ballot back in MN, but being in the D.C. area during the election was thrilling. We were so excited we *both* wanted to come back in January to go to the Inauguration.

As it turned out, my daughter went but I didn't. As I write, she and my sister are getting themselves set up in the D.C. apartment of a friend of my brother (the friend, a Republican, went to Vermont to ski). Even if they can't get on a bus or the metro, now they can walk home when the celebration is over. Why did I not go?

Cats. Cats that needed nursing, nursing my husband couldn't perform. So when it came time to buy the air tickets, guessing I would be medicating cats, I just couldn't bring myself to risk wasting the money on non-refundable tickets I would be unable to use.

It was actually was on December 25th, Christmas Day (the only day it wasn't going to snow) that I drove to the breeder's house in Wisconsin to pick up our long-awaited kittens, Elsa and Charles. They've been here now over three weeks.

As some of you know, my daughter and I first went to visit the cattery back in September to meet and choose our kittens. They were then 8 weeks old. By the breeder's rules, we would not be permitted to take them home until they were 16 weeks old, which wouldn't be till the end of November. So drove the three hours to see them again when they were 12 weeks old, in October, taking lots of pictures, which I posted here.

You regulars may remember that the kittens came down with the cold that swept through the cattery in November. It wasn't a life-threatening cold: the kittens remained lively, eating well, but they were sniffling and sneezing, with red eyes and booger-crusted noses. Because the breeder's contract (a standard feature) stipulates that only 100% healthy kittens may be sold, since the contract is a sort of guarantee, allowing a full refund for cats shown to have been purchased with an illness, she wouldn't let us have them. The breeder was very sorry, but, since they continued to be sniffly and red-eyed, they couldn't be sold.

When we'd waited a month past the 16 week date, she offered our deposits back, if we wanted to look elsewhere or wait for kittens from a future litter. But we didn't want our deposits back, and we didn't want other kittens, we wanted the kittens we'd chosen, of whom we were already very fond. We said we'd wait.

Then, the week before Christmas, the breeder said she'd let the kittens go for just the deposits (which we'd paid way back when), but with no contract and no guarantees, if we wanted to continue nursing them ourselves in our own home. She did not ask for any additional fee, because she felt we'd been so patient--so keen on those particular cats--and because the kittens, now over five months old, really needed to be in a home.* She was getting tired of nursing them, too. They were just two of a lot of kittens that needed her attention. (*Because I didn't think it fair that she should not be better compensated, I offered to pay the breeder more when they were fully recovered.)

The family talked it over (for about five minutes). I wrote back. Yes, we wanted them. I didn't say so, but I didn't want them to stay in their kennel another day, if they didn't have to. I would come and get them on the first good driving day, which turned out to be Christmas. I brought the breeder a Christmas dinner and some tins of treats I'd made, the breeder gave me the kittens' meds and instructions for using them. I packed the kittens into the warmed car, their crate bundled in blankets, and away we went. Three hours later they saw the first little part of their new home. (With cats that have not been raised running around a house, you have to introduce them to what is to them an ENORMOUS space gradually.)

Three and a half weeks later, they both seem to be recovered. I stopped Elsa's meds last week (because she got better first), and Charles's meds stopped yesterday. There are no more blood-tinted boogers anointing the walls and rugs and bedding, and I do not have to compel squirming kittens to take their various medicines. Even Angelo is practically cured.

Yes, Angelo, our adult cat, the Lonely Guy for whom we got these kittens in the first place, got sick. He didn't catch the kittens' cold, he made himself sick, because of his own high-strung nature. Angelo found the new kittens fascinating, but also alarming. He'd been our spoiled middle-aged bachelor for six months. Yes, he liked watching them tumble and cavort, but he also found them an infernal nuisance. Why couldn't they lie in the basket nicely? No, they had to tackle him, jump on him, gnaw his ears and tail, trying to get him to play. Angelo was past the wrestling stage long ago.

Angelo had always been the pampered baby of our cat family, and now he was being asked to become indulgent Uncle Angelo (as Raoul once was to him). He tried to discipline them, pinning them down with a warning growl and a tooth-hold to the neck (which never fazed them a bit). He tried running away, but they'd just follow him. He became so nervous he wasn't drinking enough. He didn't feel relaxed enough to use the box (for fear of being pounced upon), so he became dehydrated and constipated. A trip to the vet's and stool softener twice a day has made him a well cat.

They get on quite well now. The kittens love Angelo, and did love him at first sight. But their idea of showing love is to roughhouse, which is what they do with each other during much of their waking hours. Poor Angelo just wants a buddy to share a bath and a bed. But that's coming along, too, and they are spending more and more time in bed together, and doing a little mutual grooming. Angelo loves that. Watching them getting on so well makes us very happy. Seeing them cuddled up together makes us feel warm and fuzzy all over.

We've taken a million pictures, but I will try to show some restraint, but I've never been good at self-restraint.






12-27-08 (third day in our home): Charles tries to approach Angelo.

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Angelo watches the kittens play from the safety of the scratching post.

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Angelo watches Charles playing in a basket:

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Angelo watches Elsa stretch from the top of a chair:

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The pictures that follow were mostly taken last week, the second week in January.

Below are some caps from a video, showing what Angelo has to put up with when the kittens decide to join him:

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The kittens love play-fighting, but they also love playing with toys. Elsa is especially good at fetch. She will fetch the "mouse" we throw her and bring it back to be thrown again, just like a dog. Here they are, wrestling in order to determine who will fetch the mouse, lying on the rug behind them.

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Besides wrestling and fetch, they both love leaping after toys on strings, such as the "bird" they are chasing here. Angelo tends to find a safe corner in order to watch.

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Charles and Elsa do take time out for lounging and sleeping.

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If they will settle down, Angelo loves sleeping with them, too. Here Angelo sleeps in the brown chair, Charles next to him, Elsa behind.

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Elsa's not very visible in that picture, but here you can see she's holding onto Angelo's back leg as she sleeps.

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Here's Angelo happily sharing his basket with a calm Charles:

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But they're content to sleep with each other, which gives Angelo a break. Elsa is on the left, Charles on the right.

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Last, a few solo shots taken by our daughter (who is giving Elsa the head rub).

Elsa:

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Charles:

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~ Mechtild

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Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-19 23:50 (UTC) (Link)
We're glad he's liking them better, too, Mews. For a while there we were feeling guilty we'd even got the kittens, since he seemed to find them such a cross to bear. As they get older and less "playful" (not what he'd call their behaviour, lol), he'll like them even better. They think he's the greatest, for their part.
Shirebound
shirebound at 2009-01-20 00:00 (UTC) (Link)
Ohhh, they're beautiful! They're obviously very special cats, and they've found such a wonderful warm, loving, attentive home. They obviously love their Uncle Angelo!

Oh gosh, you can post kittypics anytime. What a joy. And how lovely that the breeder was so compassionate and you brought him dinner, and the cats are feeling at home. *happy sigh*
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 00:22 (UTC) (Link)
We were lucky to get our kitties when we did, Shirebound. Our breeder is retiring from raising cats. She's 86, you know. She's spry for her age, and has been doing the work of caring for these cats amazingly well, considering, living alone in a very isolated house in the country (her husband died in May). When I asked if it would be o.k. to pick up the kittens on Christmas, in case she had company, she said, no, she wasn't having company and planned to eat a TV dinner! That's why I brought her some Christmas feast (I served it on Christmas Eve, which is when my husband's family come over for the Big Dinner), and a bunch of my cookies and candies.

She's going to sell the place and move out west where her daughter lives. She's already placed all the kittens and cats, the kittens sold to families and the older cats going to breeder friends. She said she's going to miss having the cats very much, but that it's really too much for her anymore.



Edited at 2009-01-20 12:23 am (UTC)
Prim
primula_baggins at 2009-01-20 01:27 (UTC) (Link)
My goodness, what exotic looking kitties! What kind are they?

Dear 'Uncle' Angelo, he's trying to tolerate them, isn't he? :D Kittens are so full of energy.

BTW, I have a blankie just like the one in the window! It's the softest and warmest thing. I love it.

Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 02:10 (UTC) (Link)
You have one of those blankies? Aren't they great? When I first began visiting my sister a lot, because we were living in northern CA about ten years ago, she had these blankets in stacks in the living room for people to use. We loved them, and actually used them, since it does get chilly in winter where she lives. So when we got our hous here in Duluth, I looked for some to buy so I could have a stack in my living room, too. At the time, I didn't think any would end up as favourite cat beds!

My goodness, what exotic looking kitties! What kind are they?

They are Siamese cats. The darker places on their bodies are called their "points". The points darken as the cats age (Angelo's eight so he's as dark as he'll ever get. ). Angelo is a blue point. Charles is a chocolate point (medium-dark brown points). He'll darken up as he grows older, too. Our cat Raoul, who died in June, was a chocolate point, very big and handsome. Elsa is what is called a seal lynx point. The classic Siamese cat colour is called "seal point". As adults they have tan bodies and off-black, points, very dark. But she's also what's called a "lynx" point, meaning that her dark areas are patterned as well as coloured. It's called "lynx", and it does look rather exotic, but the pattern resembles that of a tabby. We've never owned one of these exotic varieties, just the classic Siamese colours. But Elsa was such a lively little cutie at the cattery, so full of personality, we definitely wanted her. Charles seemed like Mr. Mild and Sweet at the cattery, never saying a word, but he's turned out to be the big talker, and always wants to wrestle and play. We love them both, and are happy Angelo is getting to like them better as he gets used to the little scamps.

Edited at 2009-01-20 02:15 am (UTC)
Ann
just_ann_now at 2009-01-20 01:36 (UTC) (Link)
What lovely faces they have!
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 02:18 (UTC) (Link)
Hi, Ann! Did you think of attending the Inauguration at all? Rachel has called three times tonight, asking us to look up scheduling info. on the internet (they haven't got a computer at the house in D.C. they're staying in tonight). They've been to the Mall today and said it was full of people milling around taking pictures, but that it was still easy to get around. Tomorrow may present another scenario! They want to get there as soon as the check points open.

Elsa's face is one of the loveliest we've ever seen on a Siamese cat, although we chose her for her personality. Charles has more of a dog face, with big eyes that easily look sort of mournful, sort of like a hound's, and a big Roman nose. I think he'll be handsome when he grows into his ears. :)

Edited at 2009-01-20 02:19 am (UTC)
Lavender Took
lavendertook at 2009-01-20 09:20 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I'm so glad it's working out and Angelo is adjusting! But how could he not when he has people who love him and who know how to tell the story from his perspective so well?

So cute! Charles has a little koala bear nose! The last pic is so cute! And Elsa has such a pretty ittle face, though I love the one from the video where she's open mouthed in a wrestling lock form Charles. lol! And holding Angelo's foot. Lucky kitties to have such nice sunny perches. (-:
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 14:38 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, we are showering Angelo with affection and attention, to soften the blow of being the sole recipient of the love of three humans no longer. ;)

I love the comparison to a koala bear. It *does* look like a koala's nose. I've been thinking he's got kind of a dog face (whereas Elsa looks fully like a cat), but I think a koala bear is a closer comparison.
Illyria
illyria_novia at 2009-01-20 10:00 (UTC) (Link)
Your cats, like you, are so elegant. That said, they're just as playful and cuddlesome as any other kitties too! :) Thank you for sharing these three beauties.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 14:41 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I'm not elegant. Just my subject (Mr. Baggins, and the writing of JRRT). :)

Yes, they are just as cuddlesome, in spite of their elegant appearance. In fact, over the past years we have remarked, looking at Angelo doing yet another stupid, lovable thing, "He looks so handsome and exotic, like an Egyptian statue, but he's really such a dope." I think the contrast is endearing.
Estelanui - Francesca
estelanui at 2009-01-20 10:05 (UTC) (Link)
Uncle Angelo, Charles and Elsa are so beautiful!
I love the three warm and cosy in the sun in front the window. I would like to have a place with them to rest in the sun. :)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 14:44 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, it's nice that there's finally some sun to rest in! It's been so snowy and grey here (typical), besides tremendously cold. Thank goodness for a heated house! And the snow is so much prettier in the sun, especially when viewed from inside, holding a steaming cup of tea.

(P.S. I am enjoying The Chalice and the Blade; it's so interesting; no, engrossing.)
Maewyn
maewyn_2 at 2009-01-20 12:53 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, what beautiful babies!

I'm so glad they're fit and healthy now. You waited long enough. And what a lovely thing you did by taking the breeder Christmas dinner! You probably made her day.

You have some priceless photos there. My favourites are:

* The "standoff" between the old and the young - Angelo's tense stace is classic.

* Angelo beseiged by the youngsters at the foot of the scratching post.

* The video caps, especially the last, "I'm out of here!" feet disappearing stage left.

* The spectacular gymnastics display.

* The innocent sleepy babies.

* The last three...

Um, that pretty much makes all of them my favourites!
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 14:46 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, Maewyn. Yes, the photos are very good. Rachel took them. She's very good at taking their pictures, perhaps because they like her so well and feel so at ease in her company. She's the one who plays with them the most, and who is most likely to sit on the couch and watch a show, which means rolling around and playing on or near her.

I wonder what Banjo would think of such kitten interlopers coming to live with him....?
melyanna_65
melyanna_65 at 2009-01-20 22:38 (UTC) (Link)
Awwwww, they're home!!

I've been wondering whether the kitties were already with you and now I found your post.

I'm sorry you missed the inauguration, but at least now you have a nice addition to your family and poor Angelo is not alone anymore. Glad to see that he's doing well with Elsa and Charles!

*hugs and purrs and head rubs*
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-20 23:28 (UTC) (Link)
Hi, Melyanna. Yes, they've made themselves *very* at home.

I watched the Inauguration on TV today, enjoying the event very much, being a supporter, and talking to our daughter via cellphone about what it was like to actually be there. She and my sister got separated by the crowds right away, but they are going to find each other again this evening.

My daughter made it onto the parade route, power walking, got through a check point and, because they were virtually empty, was allowed with other regular people to stand on some bleachers near the Capitol. The presidential limo drove by, but the Obamas were inside and difficult to see. In order to get another look at them, in case they got out of the car and walked as they drove to the reviewing stand, she tried to run ahead of them, leaving a check point to go up a few blocks. But then she couldn't get back onto the parade route! That's why so many of those bleachers had no people in them; if they didn't make it over from the Mall (the big mile-long strip of public park where people stood for the Inauguration) in time, they couldn't get through the checkpoints to stand on the parade route.

She was really disappointed, but she's glad she got to go. She stood on the mound around the Washington Monument for the ceremony, feeling excited but watching what was happening on the nearest giant viewing screen. She wanted to try and get closer but she said she could not move an inch in any direction, it was so packed.
Maeglian
maeglian at 2009-01-20 23:45 (UTC) (Link)
Cuteness overload!
Thank you for the lovely pictures. The kittens both look well and happy and seem to be enjoying their lives with you all immensely. :-)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-21 03:22 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, Maeglian. It seems as though we have a happy ending at last, kitty-wise and politically. I am hoping so, anyway. :)
(Anonymous) at 2009-01-21 22:09 (UTC) (Link)
They're beautiful, Mechtild. Home at last! I'm so pleased to see Angelo and the little ones are settling in together. It does gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling to see them all curled up in a bed, well-fed and warm, snoozing away. I always loved to see our cats stretched out on their huge cushion in front of the fire ~ and it's the same with our dog now.

How kind of you to take the breeder her Christmas dinner, and how sad to think she would have spent the day alone if you hadn't gone to collect Charles and Elsa.

It's wonderful that your daughter went to Washington for the inauguration of President Obama. She may not have had a perfect view of the proceedings, but she was there to experience history being made ~ a day to remember all her life.

~ Blossom.
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-21 22:24 (UTC) (Link)
Hi, Blossom! Rachel had a never-to-forget time, even if she could not get close. I think she must be a true fan; she wanted (but didn't get to) tour the White House this morning, an activity that would have been as appealing to her (a few years ago) as digging up rocks in our yard. She said wistfully about not being able to see the Obamas when they walked the parade route, "Well, maybe when I'm in the Coast Guard he'll be at something and wI'll be there and see him in person then." I was impressed.

I always loved to see our cats stretched out on their huge cushion in front of the fire ~ and it's the same with our dog now.

Yes, we always say one of the pleasures of having cats is that they perform vicarious leisure for us. Even if we can't relax and relish our day to day lives ourselves, we can enjoy watching those who can. :)
Hewene
sayhello at 2009-01-22 02:50 (UTC) (Link)
Ah! Congrats on the new kitties! I really love the pic of Elsa holding onto Angelo's leg as she sleeps. SO adorable!

Hewene
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-22 04:09 (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, they're really cute. But we're a bunch that are suckers for cat cuteness. Hope you're feeling better and better, Hewene!

~ Mechtild
frodosweetstuff
frodosweetstuff at 2009-01-23 22:01 (UTC) (Link)
OMG, they are sooooo very cute!!! Gosh, I want to steal them!!! We've been thinking about getting another cat and I always wanted something like a Maine Coon or Norwegian forest cat but now that I see these photos I'm having serious doubts...

*purrs* They are so cute! I hope they will bring you much happiness!!! :)
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-24 21:26 (UTC) (Link)
I don't know, FSS, Maine Coon Cats are Da Cat. I met a few at a cat show I went to a few years back and they were SO GORGEOUS, and so laid back in temperament. If I didn't already have Siamese cats, I'd have been tempted....
pearlette
pearlette at 2009-01-24 20:21 (UTC) (Link)
I missed this post because I've been away on a Christian conference on the south coast.

Your kittens are wonderful! So cute watching them play: they're such bright sparks of life.

Elsa really does have an extremely beautiful face. Is it my imagination, or are her eyes a darker shade of blue than Charles's?

Siameses are such beautiful, intelligent, unusual cats that it's easy to imagine they were worshipped as gods ... ! Cats, of course, have never forgotten this fact. ;)

My grandmother had a Siamese cat called Ming (the traditional round-headed Siamese) but she was not a particularly friendly cat and could be quite scary on occasion: fractious and scratchy.

Ming was not representative of her race though. How could Tolkien say Siamese cats were 'of the fauna of Mordor'?????
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-24 21:29 (UTC) (Link)
I knew just from reading his works that Tolkien didn't like cats, but I didn't know he had singled out Siamese cats for special vilification. Ah, well. Nobody's perfect. ;)

So Ming was not nice? My mother had one Siamese who was not nice, either. In fact he was neurotic and cranky, biting or scratching anyone he felt like. But she was the devoted faithful type, figuring if she didn't love this cat, who would?

All our Siamese have been loves. Hmmm, think I'll have to go find one of them and smoosh it!

P.S. What sort of a conference?
Whiteling
whiteling at 2009-01-26 14:50 (UTC) (Link)
Awww! The little ones are SO delightful (and pretty)!
My heart melts particularly at the sight of Elsa snuggling at Angelos back leg... that is so, so lovely. :-)

Have much fun all together, you all!
Mechtild
mechtild at 2009-01-26 15:52 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, we are having fun, Whiteling. Last night the kittens were wild things, racing up and down and around the length of the house for an hour straight. It was so fun to watch. As someone who has not yet managed to force herself to do much in the way of exercise, it was even a vicarious thrill. Angelo did not race but watched, looking dignified-a new look for him.
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