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Itty-Bitty
This is Itty-Bitty. We just got her this weekend, and she is the teeniest little thing ever, you can hold her in your two hands cupped together. For a little tiny baby, she has the biggest purry motor ever.119 Comments »
This is Itty-Bitty. We just got her this weekend, and she is the teeniest little thing ever, you can hold her in your two hands cupped together. For a little tiny baby, she has the biggest purry motor ever.
What’s behind a Itty-bitty? Is it a big dog or a furry coat?
Well hello Itty-Bitty! You are a perfect example of the saying about good things coming in small packages!! :))
I love torby kittens like Itty-Bitty. I have two of them myself. Itty-Bitty is just so cute with her medium length fuzzies and her orange color scattered through out.
TPK….tiny, perfect kitten.
What a sweet girl, posing just so!
I would just want to hold her forever…
Pretty colors - looks like a sweetie!!!
Tiny Perrrrfection
What a beautiful girl! And look at that regal expression on her face. Such a tiny glamour-puss.
Evangeline—did you read the story about Oscar I posted yesterday?
She looks a little sneaky…
She sure is a Itty-Bitty sweetie pie. I love the look on her precious little face and she has such snuggle-able fur. OOOO, too cute!!!!!
You know what they say about kitties with big purrs…
…big furry ears!
I just realized how big her ears are! She has the ears of a Lynx! I wonder if that is just the camera angle…
She’s at that “haven’t-grown-into-my-ears-yet” stage. I have a picture of my Snick where his ears are so disproportionate, he looks like some type of mutant baby fox. Of course I think it’s the cutest thing EVER…
I had a kitten like that. She had such big ears that she lokked like a papilon. I named her Pappy.
She’s adorable.
she is adorable
IttyBittyKitty FUZZ
She looks in complete command of her new home already. Humans, get ready for servitude.
Itty-Bitty is a pretty kitty. She looks very regal.
I’M ONLY A CAT
I’m only a cat,
and I stay in my place. . .
Up there on your chair,
on your bed or your face!
I’m only a cat,
and I don’t finick much. . .
I’m happy with cream
and anchovies and such!
I’m only a cat,
and we’ll get along fine. . .
As long as you know
I’m not yours. . .you’re all mine!
Author unknown
AMEN SISTER!
So true! My cat owns me..not I own him.
So true and frankly non of us would have it any other way!!!
Hola Itty!
Beautiful markings on this tiny kitten.
AWWW! What big fluffy ears you have! My husband says kitties with big purs have a fat cam in their engines!
Itty-Bitty sure is a cutie. Love her wild looking fur and tortie markings. The long fur on her ears is too adorable. She will grow into those ears and be a real regal beauty. Love those motor boat purrs too. Cuddles and purrs are the best way to fall asleep.
Have a great day everyone!
Pretty Itty Bitty! I wonder if she’ll grow into those ears?
She’s a beauty!
Some kitties never so Taffy even when an adult (with a child’s mind) never did. He was a slim cat with two saltilite dishes on the top of his head.
Sorry, that was supposed to be some never do
Itty-Bitty calmly accessing her new surroundings, already planning for complete control of the household.
I have an Itty Bitty at home, too! (Real name - Phoebe.) Your Itty-Bitty even has the same random patches of red! She looks so regal! May you be blessed with many happy years!
What a cutie you are Itty Bitty. I just received 2 10 week old itty bitty ones that are linx mix.
That should be interesting….. do you think they will tame? Please keep us in the loop!
Fantastic story!
11/01/06
The Wild Beast
Submitted By: Renie Burghardt
When I moved to a house in the woods I discovered that my woodland neighbors liked to visit at night. I began to put a pan of scraps out every night to feed the steady stream of raccoons and opossums that nosed around on my deck in search of something to eat. I enjoyed watching them through my glass door, as they shared the food without much fussing.
One night I was shocked to hear a piercing scream ring out on the deck. I ran to see what the problem was. It turned out to be a huge cat, with orange stripes and chewed-up ears—and an obviously mean disposition.
“That’s no ordinary cat, Mom,” said my grown son, who was visiting me at the time. As we watched the cat hiss and scream his way to the food, he added, “That’s a wild beast!”
After he ate his fill, the cat jumped up on the railing and glared at us with his big yellow eyes, as if daring us to come out. We didn’t take him up on his challenge.
The following night, the cat showed up early and ate his fill before the rest of the gang’s arrival. Obviously, he was a smart cat—to survive in the woods, he had to be smart—and tough. I drove to town and bought some cans of cat food.
Starting that night, I would put a separate dish of cat food out just for the cat I had named Beast. Sometimes, as he ate, I opened the glass door and talked to him. Beast always responded with a hiss and a snarl. He made it clear he didn’t want to be friends.
Autumn turned to winter and it got cold. Soon, there were even more hungry visitors on the deck. Beast began to show up earlier and earlier. Often, he’d be lurking in the yard while I was putting out his food.
“Hi, Beast, ready for your supper?” I would ask.
“Meow. Hiss!” Beast would snarl.
“Enjoy your supper and try to stay out of fights. I don’t like to see you hurt.” Beyond these conversations, I left well enough alone. After all, Beast was one tough feline and I was a woman well past my prime. I didn’t think I was a match for him.
Then came the night of the first Arctic blast of winter. The north wind blew through the woods, chilling the air. The animals are in for a tough night, I thought, as I put out their food.
“Here’s your supper, Beast,” I called out with chattering teeth to the waiting animal. “You’d better eat fast, then find some shelter. This weather isn’t fit for man or beast.”
“Meow,” Beast responded, jumping up on the deck for the first time. Startled, I backed away and quickly went inside. I sat down by the glass door and watched Beast wolf down his food. When he finished he sat there and stared at me. He was shivering.
“Beast, go find some shelter or you’ll freeze to death,” I called out loudly from the warm kitchen.
“Meow,” Beast responded, walking up to the glass door and peering in at me. The wind ruffled his orange fur and he shivered again. I gingerly opened the door, expecting Beast to run off. But he surprised me again. He walked right into the kitchen, looked around, headed to the wood stove and curled up underneath it. When I headed for bed he was still there. “Good night, Beast,” I said softly, without touching him.
The following morning I awoke early. Immediately, I wondered where Beast was. But I didn’t have to wonder for long. As I moved to get out of bed, I felt something heavy on my feet. It was Beast! He was curled up on top of them, still asleep. I reached over and stroked him, ever so gently. Beast responded by purring. And when I walked into the kitchen to stoke the embers and throw a log into the wood stove, he was right at my heels, as if he didn’t want me out of his sight. I was bowled over!
Later that morning, I brought my old cat carrier in from the shed and tricked Beast into it. He screamed like a banshee most of the way to the animal clinic. Finally, I pulled to the side of the road to have a talk with him.
“If you and I are going to live together, you’ll have to stop your wandering ways, Beast. You will get a health check and vaccinations, and you will be neutered. Your days of fighting and roaming are over.” I told him firmly but lovingly. I believe he understood me for he calmed down and seemed to accept his fate without another complaint.
A few days later, my son came back for another visit.
“I can’t believe that you managed to tame that cat,” he kept saying, shaking his head.
“It wasn’t even difficult,” I told him. “All that that wild beast needed to turn him back into a kitty-cat was some love and kindness.”
These days, when I sit by the glass door and watch my woodland neighbors eat their supper, Beast sits in my lap and watches them with me. He seems quite content to be an ordinary house cat—instead of a wild beast.
What a wonderful story and she is correct it evens works with most humans. God gave us hands to help each other up not to slap each other down.
You made me cry. How wonderful, if only it was that easy with humans! Just goes to show you that cats are smarter than we are! Bless you for your kindness and I hope Beast stays your baby for a long time.
sniff sniff sob….
Eyes welling up with tears making it hard to type my message. That was a wonderful story! I hope you have some long wonderful years with your “beast”. The universe is smiling at you.
OK I am crying now! What a wonderful story! Thank you, I needed that!
I really enjoyed your story. Thank you.
Oh, Ed Bradley of 60 Minutes died today—only 65—far too young…
I agree, Dee, far too young, but what an amazing & fruitful career he had in the journalism realm! He was far more than just a “news reader” or “talking head”, he actually went to where the news was happening and made the story his own. I know that he will be greeted warmly at the Rainbow Bridge….but he will be missed here. Have a great day. T
Hey, Thomas! How’s the fam??
Itty-Bitty is a pretty kitty!
We just love the beautiful coloring of this baby! She’s got the sweetest little face, too! May the Lord bless and keep you and Itty-Bitty always.
Speaking of finicky cats, do any of your cats do what my Atticus does? If he doesn’t like his food, he’ll ’scratch’ all around it, like he’s trying to cover it up—he uses the same mannerisms as when he’s covering his ‘offerings’ in his litter box. As a matter of fact, I no longer can keep a throw rug in the bathroom, because when I came home from work one night, he had completely placed the rug in his litter box! Maybe he has OCD. haha
Talk about finicky, that’s a good one. My cat, Kombie, waits for me to carry him to his food at feeding time. It doesn’t matter how much I try, I have to bring him into the kitchen to eat his gooy food.
My finicky eater, Lylah, will do the same with her water fountain if the filter needs to be changed. Too funny about the rug. I straighten my throw rugs out — one in the bathroom, and two in the kitchen — every morning. Lylah, AGAIN!, fetches Q-tips from the bathroom wastebasket (yes, they must be used, gross!) and brings it out to the kitchen where it (the wiley Q-tip) tries to escape her under the rug. It’s hysterical to watch.
My Taffy would steal Q-tips from the bathroom waste basket and lay on the floor and tickle his face with them. He love ones that had Ambisol on it those he would suck the alcohol off. He also stole cigerettes from ash trays or the waste basket and would chew the tobacco. He was such an adict.
Your Taffy reminds me of the dog and toad story Dee posted the other day. What to do? What to do?
That is SO funny! My Juliet (who went to the Rainbow Bridge in August 2005), used to always lick my guest soaps in the bathroom! I thought she had pica!
My cat Sylvester likes to go and take the Q-tips out my husbands bathroom and play with them. I have to make sure he closes the bathroom door for that reason. For some reason, cats seem to love the smell of ear wax. Or at least my old cat Whiskers use to love to lick the Q-tip and Sylvester likes to smell them. Strange cats and funny cats.
my cat mr. woofie also loves ear wax. its gross but if he sees you dig in your ear or if hes next to you and you have dug in your ear and dont even remember he goes nuts. he will actually bite our fingers.
My Thierry does the same thing with trying to “cover” any food he doesn’t care for. I came home the other day and he had thrown up in several places on the bedroom rug. Funny thing that he is he covered every place. One was covered with a tissue from the garbage can, another with a credit card receipt that had fallen to the floor, another with a sock from the laundry basket. We were laughing so hard that we really couldn’t be mad, not even when we discovered he had thrown up in the bed and covered it with the top sheet!
ppearson—Atticus does the same thing! How funny! After he throws up a fur ball, he’ll cover it up with anything that is around—just like Thierry does. Oh, and when he uses his litter box, he will scratch FOREVER trying to cover it up! He scratches all around the floor and the bathroom wall. At my last apartment, he gouged a chunk out of the wall next to his litter box! My poor cuckoo cat….
I thought only my cat, bug, wanted to “dig a hole to China” every time he used the litterbox!
OMG that is too funny because that is what I ask our Onyx everytime he’s in the box scratching and scratching..are you trying to dig a hole to China? LOL
btw..Itty-Bitty is a real cutie!
Was Atticus (love the name btw) taken from his mom too early? Thierry was born in the shelter but mom and kittens were all very sick, and were seperated from each other, so he didn’t have a normal beginning. I have heard that kittens that didn’t have the time to be trained by their mother’s have the tendency to over bury things (and other foibles) He will be 5 in January and only recently has started to get a little braver and more willing to come up and be petted and cuddled. He normally waits until I am asleep and climbs on top of me and cuddles.
ppearson–I got Atticus when he was about 2 months old—It was during the summer of 2004, when Florida was being hit by hurricane after hurricane. In August, Hurricane Frances hit—with non-stop rain in Florida for days. As I was walking to the centralized mail-boxes at my former apartment complex one night, I saw a teen-aged boy place a kitten under a tree and quickly walk off! As soon as he walked away, the kitten would not stop meowing. Of course, I thought this was all very odd, so I yelled out to him, asking him if this was his cat. He said that it was and him mom was allergic to it and made him get rid of it that night! He said no one he had asked wanted it. I asked him why his mom could not wait until they found a home for him, or to take him to the no-kill shelter in the morning. (I don’t know why I assume that everyone is a responsible pet owner–I’m so naive at times.) I told him I would keep him overnight and take him to the no-kill shelter in the morning. Well, I’ve had him for over 2 years now. I fell in love with him that night. He is a big tabby with huge, expressive green eyes. He loves to play fetch until he exhausts himself. And, for a kitten that was literally tossed aside, he has never met a human or animal that he hasn’t liked.
Wow, I babbled on! To (finally!) answer your question; I’m not sure if he was taken away from his mom too soon, but considering how he loves to ‘make bread’ on everything, I’m guessing he probably was.
I named him Atticus because he is (usually) a perfect gentleman, just like Gregory Peck in To Kill A Mockingbird, my favorite movie.
Dee — I had a “To Kill a Mockingbird” litter…it is also my favorite movie! Two boys and three girls I named Atticus, Bo, Scout, Maudie,and Calpurnia! My daughter now has Atticus, Scout went to live in Des Moines with a little girl and her family, Maudie owns a single guy in Moline, Illinois (he is sooo attached to her, he asked me to take her to the vet to get spayed, not wanting her to associate the vet trip with him….I eventually talked him into taking her, himself!!) Calpurnia and Bo live with a family here in town who have 2 other Maine Coons that I bred! Atticus owned by my daughter was the sire of my last two litters and is happily retired and very much a gentleman…
Oh, how sweet. I fell in love with Gregory Peck in that movie…sigh…and I was reading an article that Scout is now an art dealer, I believe, in North Carolina. If anyone has not seen To Kill A Mockingbird, put that on your ‘to do’ list. Fantastic movie. (CatRancher: no Boo Radley kittens?? haha)
Yep..but Boo, I guess I spelled it without the second o..was renamed when I told them who he was named after…guess they thought he might be a bit “slow” — people are silly!!! We must be similar in age, I fell in love with Gregory Peck, too….but (I was just 7 or 8 when I saw the movie) it was a “chaste” romantic love.
My little monkey does the same thing. Not only with food he doesn’t like though. Even if it’s the yummy stuff, he’ll eat some, then scratch at the wall and floor like crazy trying to cover it. Saving it for later, I guess. He even tries to bury my dishes if I leave them on the table too long after a meal. Don’t even get me started on the litter box - he once dragged a small throw rug entirely inside!
I think he was too young when I got him. I didn’t realize that burying everything was a sign of that - I always just thought he was a little weird
He also drools. Gross, but so cute. Of course, I probably think so cause he only does it when I’M the one petting him. He’s such a little mama’s boy…
My Knucklehead scratches up the placemat his food is on when I put in fresh dry food, especially from a new bag. He also will put new toys in his food dish and scratch….. And the litter box…. he sounds like he is trying to cover the house!! Very funny….
too funny silly cat lol
My cat Satsu has to have an escort into the bathroom when he wants to eat his food. He’ll come up and meow and meow and meow. Heaven forbid if you leave, too, until he’s done. He’ll come out and look for you. I just think he’s neurotic, but in a good way. Love him and miss him (stupid apartment rules about no cats).
Our Kingston does exactly the same thing, he tries to cover up his food if he deems it not yummy enough!
My little freakshow, Snickers, has a personal vendetta against vinyl-backed bath rugs. The reversible ones are okay, but if he gets his paws on a vinyl-backed one, he pulls the rug-fibers out with his teeth, one by one. (I’ve interrupted him several times with “Stop mauling the bathmat!” Needless to say, the reversible ones are the only ones I use.
We won’t talk about the Shower Dance, or his abnormal attachment to the Froot Loops box. Kitty ain’t right.
It’s a case of cats resembling their owner, I’m afraid….
She’s itty bitty for now, but she might just grow into those ears. She looks like she’s trying to decide whether to pounce on something or go back to sleep…just like me! Please give her a snorgle for me. I’m catless, for now, but I might get 1 or 2 or 3 when I settle into my new place. I have been hanging out at the local animal shelters, giving the cats some love. What a heartbreaker that can be!
Dude! You’re back! Shelter pets are the best. Tell us when you get your cats…