October 27th, 2006
This is Charlotte, about nine weeks old in this picture. My daughter picked her at the shelter because she was the smallest kitten they had. She’s funny, sweet, and loves to be held and snuggle with someone.
Posted by The Kittenmaster at 3.07 pm
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*”Ouch!!-my boob!” Fuzz*
Shelter animals are the BEST.
So cute and to adopt a kitty is the best!!
Adopting a kitty is the best. I adopted one.
This kitten is a cutie.
She looks just the way the picture describes her. Just look at the sweet sweet face. Snuggle cats rule!
*Charlottes web of cuddles fuzz*
ahhhh - charlotte is very cute!!! What a sweet face!!
Miss Charlotte has a very sweet face and expressive eyes. My husband had a cat with large eyes and they were her best feature too! May Scratchie have all the mouse toys (her favorites) at Rainbow Bridge that she can handle. We miss her.
Looks like my babe Lisa that has gone over the rainbow bridge. All you would have to do was glance at her or say her name and she would start purring, just so happy to be acknowledged.
Hey. I totally understand the pain of losing a dear feline. When my Chuck-chuck died, he was such an honorable soul. He’d come off the streets, a hungry, maltreated bully. I brought him back to the ‘rents house (a veritable kat ranch) and he just blossomed. He loved to watch missiles fire during the first Gulf war and thoroughly enjoyed the twinkly medals sported by Gen. Schwartzkopf. He also crooned when my sister practiced violin. He’d stare at the Christmas tree for hours.
I got some card about a pet loss support group, but the DK is way bettah. If it’s kool w/you, I’m at work and do not like to give out my email.
Sincerely,
una chica
Oh, she is just adorable! I love the little pink nose and cute expression on her face. Congratulations, I know she’ll bring a lot of love into your life and you into hers.
Charlotte is one gorgeous girl…amazing eyes!
Charlotte is just beautiful…treasure every purr…..
*Wide Eyed FUZZ
Hold Me FUZZ
Sweet Charlotte FUZZ*
With my weakness for tabbies, I think I’m hyper-ventilating!
What an expressive face! And those little squishable paws!
And the downy peach fuzz on the back of her head! I’m going to breathe into a paper bag now…
She’s sweet.. Such a pink nose and wide curious eyes!
*Keane kitten fuzz!*
How cute!?! She has such wide curious eyes!! Great for looking in a camera!!
*Cat Proverbs*
A cat bitten once by a snake dreads even rope - Arab proverb
A cat goes to a monastery, but she still remains a cat. — Congolese proverb
A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays. - English proverb
A cat may look at a king. - English proverb
A cat will teach her young ones all the tricks, except how to jump backwards. — Netherlands Antillean proverb
A cat with a straw tail keeps away from fire. — English proverb
A house without either a cat or a dog is the house of a scoundrel. — Portuguese proverb
After dark all cats are leopards. — Zuni proverb
All cats are bad in May. — French proverb
An old cat will not learn how to dance. — Moroccan proverb
Beware of people who dislike cats. — Irish proverb
Books and cats and fair-haired little girls make the best furnishings for a room. — French proverb
Cats don’t catch mice to please God. — Afghan proverb
Cats, flies and women are ever at their toilets - French proverb
Curiosity killed the cat, Satisfaction brought it back! - English proverb
Handsome cats and fat dung heaps are the sign of a good farmer. — French proverb
Happy is the home with at least one cat - Italian proverb
Happy owner, happy cat. Indifferent owner, reclusive cat. - Chinese proverb
I gave an order to a cat, and the cat gave it to its tail - Chinese proverb
If stretching were wealth, the cat would be rich. — African proverb
If you play with a cat, you must not mind her scratch. — Yiddish proverb
In a cat’s eyes, all things belong to cats. — English proverb
One should not send a cat to deliver cream — Yiddish proverb
The cat’s a saint when there are no mice about. — Japanese proverb
The cat is nature’s Beauty. - French proverb
Okay, 110% off topic, but can I just say: those Netherlands-Antilles folks have the BEST incomprehensible proverbs? When I was 13 my parents’ friends brought back a Papaiemento phrasebook from a trip to Aruba, and it was fascinating. For example: “The sheep walks with its head down, but he knows what time it is.” I mean, what the heck does that MEAN?? For that matter, what does “A cat will teach her young ones all the tricks, except how to jump backwards” mean??? I LOVE it! It’s exactly the sort of sentence to have on hand for those moments when you need to stop someone completely in their tracks.
Okay, now, on to Charlotte…who is about the second-most-snuggle-icious-looking kitty I’ve ever seen. (The MOST snuggle-icious, of course, is my Snickers. There is none more wuzz-able.) And she has such sweet, love-me eyes…
Hey, when you’re done, I think I might need that paper bag over here….:)
Gladys–
I thought the SAME thing about that proverb! Perhaps something is lost in translation? haha
Dee, quit bogarting that paper bag! Charlotte is soooooo sweeeeet! I can imagine her has a tinier kitten with her pink skin showing through that white fur! Thos big eyes pleading to be chosen and taken home. Kisses, snuggles and belly rubs for Charlotte!
*Sweet enough to be Charlotte Rousse Fuzz!*
(For anyone too young to remember Charlotte Rousse is a custard and ladyfinger type dessert that was really popular in the 60’s and 70’s)
kind of like tiramisu? (which I love!)
Hi Dee ! What is tiramisu? I seen everyone talking about dessert. By the way, Charlotte is so sweet looking and adorable. She looks like my girl PJ and her sister Cuddles.
Renee–Here is a link to one of my favorite baking sites–here is a recipe for tiramisu…
http://landolakes.com/mealIdeas/ViewRecipe.cfm?RecipeID=7359
Forgot to add—this is one variation of tiramisu—I think there are a few more on the site…
Thanks Dee! I checked it out. I now know what it is and what it looks like. I thought you were talking about some kind of custard. I love custards, Raisin bread custard and Egg custard. My mother-in-law had never heard of Raisin bread custard or had any until I fixed her some. They loved it!
Renee—key in “custard” and check out all the recipes that site has!
Charlotte Rousse (or Charlotte Russe) is made by lining split lady fingers on the bottom and sides of a trifle bowl or other glass bowl or casserole and filling with a custard type filling. There are lots of variations where fruit or preserves is added or the custard is flavored. here is a link to a basic recipe. http://www.recipesource.com/desserts/06/rec0678.html. MMM I may have to do some cooking this weekend.
ppearson—I just saw a photo of it. That looks great!
Hi ppearson! Thanks for the info. I know what you mean about cooking. There’s nothing like the smell of something baking in the oven. I know what ladyfingers are. I probably have seen a Charlotte Rousse but didn’t know it’s name. I love to bake stuff when I have the time and my husband loves to eat it! I baked a banana cake yesterday. It smelled like I was baking banana bread! YUM I guess we should stop talking about food, being so close to supper time! lol
and 40’s, and 50’s.
Susan
Yes Susan, I agree it goes back farther than the 60’s and 70’s because my husband can make it and we were married in 1960. Oh yes, must mention, he is from Kentucky as is ppearson. It’s yummy.
Charlotte kitty you are so cute and photogenic. Hope your daughter and Charlotte grow up to be the best of pals.
TDK is the first place I visit when I get to work - so nice to be greeted by a pair of eyes like these!
SWEET CHARLOTTE
Enveloped in Mommy’s loving arms, that is the best place to be, that’s what sweet eyed Charlotte is saying.
Have a lovely week-end everyone :))
Where is Cathi in NC? And does anyone know the latest on Chester?
Haven’t heard anything from Chester….
Chester is safe and getting well down in FL visiting a friend. Please still keep him your prayers something we all need. I always ask God in my prayers to bless all the TDK’s and their families each night.
Thanks for the information, Susan! And thank you for thinking of all of us–very sweet.
I’m here, Dee. I’ve been tired after work so I just scan some of the comments. I never miss a day. I think I’ve commented on some of the kittens, but it’s been late at night. Thanks for missing me! Makes me feel special!
Charlotte is beautiful. I also love her wide eyes and adoreble feets! I wish I could just snuggle and hug her.
Pass the paper bag! What a sweetie is Charlotte! ummmmm, quit talking about desserts….tiramisu…yum!
gfvgnnnj
There are great free eCards for every occasion from the ASPCA at the following link…
http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ecards
Little Charlotte loves her mama!
sweet story…
*ASPCA SUCCESS STORY OF THE WEEK: PINT-SIZE PERFECTION*
When Colette Moon joined the Navy in 2000, she never imagined that she’d become the mother of a Puerto Rican kitty cat. But shortly after being stationed in the tropical locale, a fellow sailor gave her a newborn kitten he found.
“This was no ordinary kitten,” recalls Colette. “She was barely two or three days old, and her eyes were still shut. I knew it would be hard, but I had to help her.”
The animal was so young that Colette had to teach her to nurse on formula from a bottle. “I named her Dumplin’ because she was literally the size of a dumpling,” Colette tells us.
But her tiny size also made her vulnerable to illness.
“When I took her to the vet, he said she had a lot of fluid build-up behind her eyes, and suggested that I might be better off putting her to sleep,” says Colette. “I said ‘NO WAY!’ I refused to give up on her, and the vet prescribed supplements.”
Colette’s “feline intuition” paid off. After a few days on the supplements, Dumplin’ began to heal, grow and play like any other normal kitten. A few months later, the pair returned to the same vet’s office to get the new-and-improved Dumplin’ vaccinated.
“They couldn’t believe it was Dumplin’, looking so very different and healthy!” Colette recalls.
In 2003, Colette brought Dumplin’ back to the States with her. “I’m single, so she really keeps me company, and I consider her my daughter—after all, I raised her!” Colette says. “I think that everyone should have a little ‘Dumplin’’ in their lives.”
Dee, you are such a fount of information on all things feline! Thanks for sharing this inspiring kitten story. Now to go wipe away the happy tears!!!!!
Here is a link to vote for Animal Planet’s Cutest Cat of the Month—and instructions on how you can have your cat included for November’s contest!
http://animal.discovery.com/features/cuddle_corner/cutest/poll.html
Those eyes are heartbreakers! Who could resist? Bless you for adopting her - enjoy many years of purrrrrrrs!
The cat who doesn’t act finicky soon loses control of his owner.
~ “Morris the Cat” ~
For those of you who enjoyed yesterday’s story of Mother, the barn cat, I’m re-posting this article written by the same author. It’s one of my favorites.
*Nice Ass!
Why I own donkeys*
By Jon Katz
Posted Thursday, March 2, 2006, at 11:51 AM ET
Jesus and Jeannette
When I got back from the hardware store this morning, I planned to write a column explaining why somebody from New Jersey who’d never seen a donkey in the first half-century of his life now owned three.
As I was heading back from town, the cell phone warbled. My friend Anthony, working at the farm, was calling to say that there was a baby donkey in the pasture. Knowing this had to be a joke, since I had no male donkeys and, to my knowledge, no pregnant ones either, I laughed, fired off some obscene macho banter, and hung up.
When I pulled into the driveway next to the big barn, though, I nearly drove into a fence post. There was a tiny new donkey, soaking wet from amniotic fluid, hugging close to Jeannette, my most recently acquired Sicilian donkey. The afterbirth was close by and fresh. And Jeannette was snorting like a bull and glowering at any interlopers.
No way, I thought.
Way. Obviously, donkeys have a very long gestation period. Jeannette must have been knocked up just before she arrived last spring. I phoned an SOS to the Granville Large Animal Veterinary Practice and ran into the house for some towels.
Jeannette and I are close, thanks to my daily offerings of carrots, apples, and oat cookies. She let me pick up her newborn—I named her Emma, after my own daughter—towel her off, and make sure her throat and eyes were clear. When I scratched her fuzzy little nose, she closed her eyes and went to sleep in my arms. I gave Jeannette some cookies, checked to see that she had milk in her teats—she did, a lot of it—and brushed her down a bit to calm her.
I knelt in front of her and she put her head on my shoulder. “Congratulations,” I said. “Who is the father? You can tell me.” But she just went over to Emma and nosed her.
There aren’t many donkeys born these days, so people from nearby farms began showing up, alerted by the mysterious rural news network by which everyone instantly knows everything. In an hour or so, the vet showed up, gave the donkeys their appropriate shots, said they were fine, and departed. He told me that Emma was, oops, a male. So, Emma became Jesus (using the Spanish pronunciation), thanks to the mysteriously virginal circumstances of his birth.
I felt guilty about the way I’d been mocking Jeanette for her expanding girth and hearty appetite, never guessing that she was eating for two. Jeannette had fortunately chosen an unusually warm day to give birth. A bitter cold wave was approaching in 48 hours, though, so we scurried to find the heat lamps and make a cozy space for Jeannette and Jesus in the barn.
All this made me think even more about why I own donkeys at all. Once, donkeys were the tractors and ATVs of country life, performing agricultural and mercantile tasks that were integral to farming and commerce. Now, they are useless. Local farmers call them “hay-suckers.”
When I got my troubled border collie Orson, we started learning to herd at a sheep farm in Pennsylvania. A lonely old donkey named Carol lived in the adjacent pasture. We bonded; I was enchanted by her soulful eyes and gentle bray, and she loved the apples I brought her and the pats and scratches that accompanied them. When I bought this farm in upstate New York, I imported some of the sheep we’d been herding with. They arrived on a livestock trailer, and Carol showed up with them, a surprise gift from the farmer, who thought she deserved a better life.
Donkey No. 2 joined her when I got a phone call from a woman who described herself as a “Jewish donkey spiritualist,” a term I hadn’t heard before and don’t expect to hear again. Pat bred donkeys and had studied and written about their symbolic significance, their place in the ancient world, and their profoundly spiritual natures.
Both Jewish and Christian theologies are filled with biblical and other references to donkeys, she pointed out. Carol, like all my donkeys, wore a cross on her back, a pattern of dark hair behind the shoulders.
Pat declared that, since donkeys are social sorts, Carol was lonely. She was not aware of her “donkeyness”; having lived with sheep all of her life, she probably didn’t even know she was a donkey. She needed a companion, Pat said. My wife, already embittered (Carol ran up enormous vet bills that first winter), said she could live with Carol being out of touch with her donkeyness. I couldn’t, so soon little Fanny arrived, and then Lulu, her half-sister.
Pat was right about donkeys: They are sweet, powerfully spiritual creatures. Mine have an ostensible purpose: They’re my security detail, fiercely protective of my flock of sheep. They run off stray dogs and coyotes. Since I’ve lost no sheep to these common predators, the donkeys seem to do their jobs well.
Carol
But they also—and this is why I have more donkeys than I truly need—attach to people. They nuzzle and lean into humans they like, which can sometimes be disconcerting, but is also touching. They are gentle with children, calm around strangers. They coexist reasonably amiably with my dogs and chickens. My ferocious rodent-massacring barn cat, Mother, sleeps near them often, and last week I came into the barn and saw her curled up next to the baby, both of them dozing comfortably on a pile of straw bedding.
When I come out of the house in the morning, all three girls are waiting at the barnyard gate, wheezily braying for their cookies. Serious about snacks, they’re likely to nose into your pockets if you’re slow to produce them.
But our connection goes beyond food, I think. Almost every day, I sit on a tree stump in the pasture, and one donkey or another—sometimes all three—comes over to nuzzle with me, putting a big furry head on my shoulder or the top of my head. During winter storms, I trudge up to the pole barn and comb ice from their long eye lashes and brush the snow off their coats. They hold still, then nuzzle me in appreciation.
When Carol was sick, I brought a boom box into the barn and we sat listening to Van Morrison sing “Brown-Eyed Girl.” She also loved Willie Nelson and Ray Charles.
Early last winter, Carol again foundered. The vet didn’t think she’d make it through another season of sickness and brutal cold; we agreed that a lethal injection would, at some point, be merciful. Carol died within a couple of days.
A few months later, donkey spiritualist Pat sold her farm. Before she moved away, she sold me Jeanette, one of her oldest donkeys (they live to be 30, even 40). Nobody said anything about anybody being pregnant. But Jeannette was, apparently. So, now there are four. “That’s a lot of hay,” one of my incredulous farmer neighbors observed. “Especially for animals that don’t do anything.”
But he’s wrong. They do a lot for me. They connect me to nature and to history. They’re dutiful watchdonkeys and affectionate companions. They exude patience and calm. In many ways, they’re the heart and soul of my farm.
Once I got over the shock, I was delighted to have Jesus join the clan. If it was not imaginable to live with donkeys a few years ago, it is inconceivable to live without them today. This morning, I ordered another 100 bales of hay.
What a delightful story!
awww snuggly fuzz just like my baby
Does yours sit on your sholder? Mind does. She is getting big though lol.
Chey
The HSUS documentary exposing the barbaric slaughter of seals during the 2005 hunt in Canada has won an award at the Wild Screen Film Festival in the United Kingdom! Here is the link. WARNING: it is graphic. No need to view it if it will bother you, but please sign the pledge to boycott Canadian seafood…
https://community.hsus.org/humane/notice-description.tcl?newsletter_id=3758876
On a happy note: “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” is on tv tonight!
shes so cute!!! Love the fuzzy hair on top and her bubblegum nose.
she is so adorable!
she sorta looks like a sugar glider
OMG! That’s exactly what Charlotte reminds me of. Thank you. Sweet, wide - eyed little face.
Charlotte is terribly cute!
That’s so cute I love cats that snuggle as long as you don’t mind the claws…
What a precious little baby kitty
Just look at those big beautiful eyes and that precious face! And sounds like she has a personality to match. God bless you and this dear baby always.
She is soooo cute I love her she is a sweetie pie!!
I NOW SHE IS SOOOOOO CUTE!!
Leonardo da Vinci, himself with a cat in his first name, said, “The smallest cat is a masterpiece.” Look at Charlotte’s pristine white paws, her enormous, light-filled green eyes, the precision of the black and then white rims around them, the sharply defined tabby M on her broad forehead, her budlike little pink nose! She’s perfection, she’s a work of art. Love her always.
I love when I first open the page in the morning and seeing the newest kitten. It’s like a big gulp of fresh air. Something to get you going for the day. When I opened the page this morning, it took my breath away!! She is just beautiful!!
Haven’t posted in a few weeks. Been ill. Love the kitty today; What a aweet face.
I am still feeding Mama and 2 babies. Never found homes for them. The gray one is becoming quite the lover boy. Let’s you pet him and almost followed me home. The mini Tigger is still sweet. I know they need to get to a vet and have shots, be wormed etc. May be now that I’m feeling better, I’ll call. Who knows? I may end up with them! Am trying to come up with names. One female, one male. Would love suggestions!
Thanks all!
I am glad you are feeling better hope you will stay well.
How about Romeo and Juliet?
Thanks for the suggestions! Will take that into consideration.