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(Pictures from Crooked Acres.)

In the pink bed on Fred’s desk.


Out glaring in her field.

Places to GO, things to DO, and grumpy about it.


She spent a LOT of time at the base of that tree.

I continue to be amazed at how well Maxi is dealing with this whole moving thing. She’ll occasionally wander out to the screened porch, but for the most part, she spends most of her time sacked out on the couch (on the heated blanket), near Alice. She did try hanging out on the self-heating bed in my room for a few days, but apparently it was lacking, and so back to the couch she went. In the evening, when we watch TV, she climbs into Fred’s lap and ignores Khal, who’s usually there first. She’s like a whole new cat! She must be mellowing out in her old age (she’s about 14 – she’s the only cat I don’t have at least a month/year estimated date of birth for, just a year.)


Speaking of Maxi… I actually have a video of her PLAYING with Frankie. Okay, they’d probably deny that they were playing together, but note that he DOES bat the toy to her, and she bats it back!

YouTube link


“Tryin’ to sleep here, lady.”


2017: Newt – who I suggested...

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Look who it is!

That’s practically-all-growed-up Phoenix on the left, and big sister Amber (formerly Ambercup) on the right. How gorgeous are those little posers? I just love seeing them hang out together like BFFs.

(Thanks, Debra!)


Remember how, before Christmas, I started sharing pictures of the permanent residents that I hadn’t shared before, all taken at Crooked Acres and filed away in my “to be shared” folder? What with losing Joe Bob and the holiday, I got sidetracked.

So I’m picking up where I left off, with Kara.

So hard to get a picture of this one, she’s always running over to me so she can squeak at me.

Hanging out by the chicken coop. Did I ever mention that Kara was not only the Sheriff in charge of telling the humans How It Is, but also the head rat killer at the chicken coop? That girl is QUITE the hunter.

Suspicious Sheriff.

Dust bathing.

She means BUSINESS.

Reallllly tired of my nonsense.

“Just can’t even look at you, weird lady. Just. So. Tired. Of. YOU.”


Video! I bet y’all never suspected that Sheriff Mama is a playful kinda gal. She is, when the spirit moves her (or someone tosses a toy for her.) There are two parts to the video – the same little bit of action (I tossed a toy, Kara went after it) from two different...

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Khal. (Pictures from Crooked Acres.)

Hanging on the side stoop with Maxi.

And over by the feeding station.

Inside, allowing me to pet him. BUT HE AIN’T LIKIN’ IT.

“Just TOLERATING this, weird lady.”

“Don’t get TOO handsy, lady.”

Isn’t he just so GENEROUS?


Alice Mo, talkin’.

And rolling around on the table in the sun. Doesn’t she have THE prettiest eyes?

YouTube link


2017: First sighting of Frankie! (I can’t believe it’s only been a year.)
2016: No entry.
2015: “I wanted the wall basket to MYSELF.”
2014: I just love it so very much when cats sit there with the end of their tongue sticking out, all “Wha? Wha tho funny? Why you laughin’?”
2013: I should rename him Baleful Beans.
2012: I went a little astray from my original idea, but when I was done, I laughed and laughed like a big dork.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: I think it’s possible that Newt, who is Not Our Cat, might end up becoming an inside cat. (HA – ya THINK, 2007 Robyn? You really think he might? Here’s an update: he spends 99.999% of his time inside, piled up in an overstuffed cat bed like a big ol’ slug.)
2006: No entry.

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I NEEEEED that sign.. seriously need.. if you were any closer to me I would run right over there and steal it from you.

No need for stealin’! You can get your own here, at Amazon, or here at Hallmark.


I love how Archie is laying BETWEEN the 2 self heating pads.

He don’t need no stinkin’ heat! He’s a manly kittyman who generates his OWN heat by burning with hatred for Stefan (or so he’d like us to think).


I went to Cafepress but didn’t find the items you’ve sold there before. My husband accidently broke my Stompers shot glass. Is there any chance I’d still be able to get one somewhere?

You can find your Stompers gear over here.


Have you considered a futon sleeper chair for your 60″ wide space? Something like (this) or (this) ? (Well, ok, Mission style would probably be bad because kitten heads could get stuck in the slats, but…)

I looked at those, but I’d rather have something loveseat-sized that will mostly fill in the space. What I’m dreaming of is a This End Up type loveseat – they’re the right size, but prohibitively expensive. I think what’s going to end up happening is that I will spend the next year dithering and then just not get anything, because that’s how I roll.


I do have a question about the bed frame in the guest room. Is that an Eastlake antique piece?...

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I moved this box out of the kitten room while I was doing some organizing, and Archie climbed right in and went to sleep.

That box is one that Fred made years ago, and which moved in and out of the foster room on a regular basis. Back in 2012, Emmy gave birth in it, and kept her kittens (Darwin, Logie, Newbery and Razzie) in there until they were ready to leave the box on their own.

You can’t tell from this picture, but the box was literally in the middle of the floor. Why she opted to give birth here instead of in the crate over in the corner of the room is still beyond me.

I had to tape a piece of cardboard across the front because she kept pushing the bed out of the box and watching those kittens try to move around on the hard, cold wood drove me crazy. (Sound familiar?)

Emmy, letting me babysit.

Emmy was too feral to go to Petsmart, so she went to live in a barn with other feral kitties, where she wasn’t harassed by humans who wanted to kiss and pet her. Her kittens were all adopted out, though it took until she was 6 months old for Razzie’s people to find her.

Here’s a video of Emmy’s kittens – the Nominees – when they were about 5 weeks old. Razzie is the one...

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To answer the question several of you have had lately: I don’t know when we’ll have kittens again. First of all, we’re still settling in. Secondly, someone needs to fix this mess:

I am the one who needs to finish putting that room together, but my motivation level is hovering around zero at the moment. But that’s okay, because most importantly, this mess needs to be dealt with:

Carpet needs to be replaced by hardwood, walls need to be repainted, and most of the racks need to be removed (I’ll leave the rack around the top), because that’s where litter boxes will go. Also, the door to the room (it’s a pocket door; this house is lousy with them, which I LOVE) needs to be straightened. All of that will happen, but not at once. I initially told Fred that I wanted the room ready by the end of January, but I’m thinking mid-February is more likely.

WE’LL GET ‘EM WHEN WE GET ‘EM, is what I’m saying. Be patient, it’ll happen eventually!

PS: See in that second picture, where there’s a gap between the built-in cabinet to the left, and the built-in desk to the right? There will be a small couch there and I am VERY excited by that. I had initially wanted a futon, but the space measures 60 inches across, and I wasn’t able to find a futon that would fit the space since they’re all wider than...

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Since we moved into this house, I walk into the kitchen every morning to find three or four of the cats sitting around one of the floor vents, staring at it.

Archie, Frankie and Newt.

Stefan and Frankie.

Jake and Archie.

Jake’s like “What does he mean they ‘float’ down there?”

The people who owned this house before us had a dog – a Husky, I think, though I don’t really know dog breeds – and that spot is the perfect location for a dog to flop down and snooze. I suspect the cats can smell the dog smell coming out of that vent, and are probably trying to figure out what it is.

When we first moved into Shady Cove, Fred would tell me that the kitchen smelled “particularly doggy” every morning. Changing out the air filters helped a lot, but I’m sure the cats still smell something. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe there’s a clown or something else down there. Jake DID stomp off muttering “There’s no drum down there, red or otherwise!” the other day…


Now that the screened porch is mostly done and one of the cat doors to the porch is in place, it naturally began raining. Archie, Kara, and Stefan went in and out several times, and once I put a cat bed in one of the chairs, Archie stayed out. I’ll put a couple of self-warming beds out there at some point,...

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Look who it is!

Brotherly love does not always involve chomping.

You’re gazing upon the faces of Periwinkle (left) and Patches, formerly known as Art Vandelay (left) and Bert Macklin, two of the Fakers litter, sons to Regina Phalange. They weren’t actually born at Crooked Acres, but Regina and her litter came to us when the kittens were three days old.

They were adopted together – obviously – and went home straight from Crooked Acres. They’ll be two years old on March 1st!

Shameless hussy.

Far more dainty than his brother.

Patches has decided that he needs the small child’s stuffy.

Periwinkle, lookin’ fancy.

Don’t you guys wish those poor cats could figure out a way to relax? SO. MUCH. STRESS!

(Thanks for the pictures, Kristin!)


The big news around here is that we’ve had guys here working outside for the past week and a half, putting in a screened porch. They started the day after Christmas, and are now mostly finished. (There’s a little outside painting that they’ll finish up later this week.)

(That first picture was taken Saturday afternoon; the second was taken yesterday morning. I’ll get more/better pictures on a warm, sunny day later this week. Assuming there is one.)

There’s now a cat door in one of the side windows on the bay. Eventually there’ll be one on the other side, too. The first cat who went through the cat door on...

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Kara has a much softer look about her when she’s Sheriffing in the house as opposed to out in the yard where she used to look much sterner. Could it be she’s mellowing a bit? I suppose it might get me arrested if I assaulted the officer by smooching her on each of those adorable cheeks… but the jail time would be totally worth it.

Oh, she’s not mellowing one little bit – and she is DYING to get back outside! She spends her days running from room to room to keep an eye on everyone (humans and cats), occasionally flopping down for a nap. It’s probably a good thing there are so many cats for her to check on, she might get bored otherwise!


Alice seems positively delighted with the new house. Is she more mellow or am I just reading too much into the contented photos??

I’d say she’s about the same level of mellow as she was at Crooked Acres. She’s one of the cats we have who really enjoyed being outside at Crooked Acres, but I also think would be just fine if she never went outside again. As long as she’s got some sun and her Daaaaaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyy and Jake and Dewey don’t chase her around too much, she’s happy.

By the way, speaking of Alice – 7 years ago she was meeting the Brady kittens. She was SO TINY!


We have another wonderful update to end the week! Remember...

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Look at these little posers!

That, of course, is Phoenix on the left and Amber (formerly Ambercup) on the right. Debra says:

You asked, here is another one with my legs! (I was trying to read). Phoenix is a real love bug, probably more than anybody else, but she will destroy shoelaces or laces of any sort if I don’t catch her and/or take precautions. One day at the start of this she got one pair of laces (cut them in two) and I went out and bought a new pair and while the shoes were on my feet, she snuck up and cut them without me knowing! But I do love it that when I pick her up she will snuggle and start purring immediately! She has also started talking like Amber! I make sure they all get their fair share of snuggle time.

Thank you so much, Debra!

(I told Debra that Fred had JUST been complaining about Frankie’s habit of chewing on hoodie strings, so maybe we can blame Frankie for Phoenix’s chewing habit. I mean, probably not – Frankie never had use for those kittens – but we can try, right?)


I got this email on Christmas Day – do you recognize these sweet faces?

Catherine said: Merry First Christmas-

Praline (first two pics) and Roux (last two pics) have enjoyed opening their gifts, playing with their people, and relaxing by the fire today....

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We got an update on former fosters Toby and Sooty (formerly Charming and Jareth) and their little brother Tiggy last week (in case you missed it), and you MUST see these great pictures of those dapper boys!


Sooty looks like he’s having A Think, doesn’t he?

Tiggy’s a little poser.

It has turned colllld in Alabama over the past several days.

Tiggy’s gonna stay warm like a smart boy. (This picture cracks me UP.)


ALSO, you can skedaddle right on over to Facebook and see the gorgeous Orlando (remember Orlando, from the Players litter, back in 2014?) There’s a video of that sweet boy giving his little sister a bath before the bath became too vigorous and bitey.

I wish Facebook had an embed option, but alas – go on over to Facebook to check it out.


Speaking of staying warm, we’re doing our best.

Jake on the Ikea doll bed, giving me attitude. (There’s a heated pad under him, of course.)

Maxi on the wash stand – there’s a heated pad under her, too. She also spends a good part of her day on the couch, where there is (can you guess?) a heated blanket. I check it regularly to make sure it doesn’t need to be turned back on.

Newt on the Aspen self-warming bed in Fred’s office. That...

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We have an update!

Three years ago, we welcomed two adorable Alabama-born, Crooked Acres-loved failed to be feral boys into our home. Jethro Tull and Thunderclap Newman (TC) immediately made themselves at home.

Both boys grew and grew and grew – both topping 20 lbs. Along the way, we’ve had to make a few adjustments. For example, we never, ever leave toilet paper on the dispenser. TC has a hidden sense of its presence and attacks! If we put toilet paper out for guests and don’t retrieve it and hide it soon enough or leave the cupboard door open, this is the result:

(TC is notoriously camera shy and takes off as soon as he sees me attempting a photo.)

And Jethro seems to semi long for the old days in the wild. Once I bring ferns in for the winter, his inner feral appears and I’ve given up on having anything other than flattened plants:

Both are awesome snoopervisers. TC joins Paz every morning and evening to be sure teeth brushing and face washing are done correctly. And Jethro is a great sous chef!

While both Jethro and TC hang with and love their fellow residents, they LOVE each other and spend a limited amount of time apart. Three years ago, Jethro and TC moved not only into our home but deep into our hearts. More loving and intelligent boys would be hard to find. Gentle Giant TC loves...

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2017 in Review.

We began 2017 with one lone foster we’d received in mid-December: Willa, who I was excited to foster because (1) we thought she was pregnant, and (2) OMG SHE WILL HAVE THE PRETTIEST BABIES EVERRR. Spoiler: she was not pregnant, went into heat, and was spayed.

On January 3rd we introduced new permanent resident Dustin by his new name:

After coming up with 1,000 different names (I am still partial to Tater Boudreaux, but that is obviously not his name), we settled on Dewey, and it’s remained Dewey ever since, with nicknames of Dewbs, Dewber, and Dewbey-Doo.

In that same post, I told y’all that Willa was headed off to Petsmart that evening. She went and cooled her heels for approximately 20 seconds before she was snatched up.

In the January 9th post, I told y’all that Fred had requested some foster-free weeks in order to let Dewey acclimate, which gave me time to get the foster room repainted.

On January 10th, Alice thought there was ham (I am sharing this picture because I love it so), but then discovered there actually was no ham, and she was not interested in the tortilla chips Fred was about to eat.

Dewey acclimated quite nicely.

Fred took Dennis to the vet for his yearly visit, and took one of my favorite pictures of the year.

On January 16th I reported that late the night before I’d...

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Joe Bob.
June 20, 2005 – December 22, 2017.

On Friday, we said goodbye to Joe Bob. He hadn’t looked right to me in the previous week or so, but the vet could find nothing wrong with him. We had started to chalk it up to the fact that he was getting older but Friday morning he crashed, hard. We were able to get him to the vet, but there was nothing they could do for him, and so we made the decision to let him go.

He was 12 1/2 years old, and this post is my tribute to him.


Joe Bob started his life as the kitten of a feral mother. He and his siblings were trapped by Kathie and Winnie, and Winnie shared these pictures of a baby Joe Bob with me a few years ago.

He was named Moonman. Winnie fostered him for a while, and then the whole litter went to Petsmart. Everyone except Moonman and his sister Moondance were adopted, and after a while they were beginning to annoy each other and needed a break from the cage, so they came to us. You can read the first post about them here.

They were a couple of sweethearts, and it wasn’t long before they got to have the run of the house.

We nicknamed him Joe Bob pretty quickly, and nicknamed Moondance Myrtle. Moondance/Myrtle was with us...

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I hope you’re all having a wonderful, warm holiday season. I know I say this every year, but I appreciate you all so much. Thank you for reading, commenting, lurking – and some of you for adopting my fosters! This has been a bit of a roller coaster year for us, and I’m hoping for a calmer 2018 with no losses (for us AND for you), jam-packed with adorable kittens.

I would likely blog about the permanent residents and fosters even if y’all weren’t reading – but you all make it so much more fun (and informative!), so thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Festivus – whatever holiday you celebrate (or don’t) I hope you are warm, happy, safe, and well-fed.


Wishing you a Meowy Christmas – former fosters Charming (now Toby) and Jareth (now Sooty)!

That’s Toby on the left and Sooty on the right. Didn’t they grow up to be BEYOOTIFUL?

They have a little brother named Tiggy (also known as Tiggs or Ginger Snap), and they are wonderful with him. (Toby’s face is cracking me UP.)

K. reports that Toby and Sooty took to Tiggy quickly; they play with and groom him, and tolerate his shenanigans well.

Check out not only those beautiful kitties, but also that beautiful tree. They and their little brother are leaving the tree alone, because they are clearly the best boys ever.


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Edited to add (12:15 pm) : I’m sorry to tell you all that we said goodbye to our sweet boy Joe Bob this morning. He was 12 1/2 years old.

He hadn’t looked right to me lately, but multiple tests at the vet showed nothing wrong. This morning he crashed and nothing could be done for him, so we made the decision to let him go.

I’ll write a proper tribute to him and post it on the blog next week, but wanted to let you all know.


You GUYS! I went and checked the PO Box yesterday, and there were a TON of cards waiting just for me! I haven’t had a chance to scan them yet, but I will start doing that later today. I’m putting the link here at the top of the post so you can come back at your leisure and check them out. You can scroll through them below, or see the album over at Flickr, here.


By the way, the reason I’ll be scanning cards today instead of making cookies AS I’D PLANNED is because our fabulous kitchen with the two ovens? Yeah, neither of those ovens work right. We had hoped to have them fixed yesterday, but the parts were slow to arrive, so we won’t have a properly working oven until the middle of next week. (Don’t feel too bad...

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Look at Phoenix and Amber!

Waiting for breakfast.

Debra did admit that they’d already eaten – but it looks to me like they want seconds! I just love seeing Phoenix and her big sister bonding over their starvation.

(Thanks for the picture, Debra!)


Frankie (pictures taken while we were still at Crooked Acres.)

I swear, that boy always has the most serious face.

Okay, well, maybe “smug” is a better description of his face in this picture.

Rolling around in the dirt, waiting for a belly rub.

On the table: his favorite Crooked Acres spot.

Same spot, different bed.


“MY box. You go ‘way, lady.”


Nap time with Newt.


2016: Newt fumes.
2015: They’re listed in no particular order.
2014: No entry.
2013: John Smith is just a great big mush of a loverboy.
2012: Goodbye, Elwood.
2010: I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
2009: I’m starting to think that maybe the floof is in the Kudzu family and we’ll wake up one morning to find it wrapped around the entire house.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: I said, “But (the...

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Last day to request your holiday card! What are you waiting for??

Time to let me know if you want a holiday card, with this year’s featured Crooked Acres permanent resident! Go here to Postable, enter your name and address, and your card will be on the way soon. I am happy to send cards to other countries, this is NOT limited to US residents. If you have any problems, drop me an email and I’ll do my best to fix it. I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.

If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does or doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.

(PS: If that link doesn’t work for you, or you prefer not to enter your info (I delete your name and address once I’ve downloaded it), you can email me instead.)


Dewey (pictures taken while we were still at Crooked Acres.)

Little Mr. Innocent.


Dewey with attitude.

“You go ‘way now, lady.”

It cracks me up that in posts from a year ago, he was still “Dustin.” He is such a Dewey.

Flirting with the ceiling fan.

Keeping an eye on the birds outside.

Pretty boy.

Mid-summer flop on the end of the driveway while...

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Time to let me know if you want a holiday card, with this year’s featured Crooked Acres permanent resident! Go here to Postable, enter your name and address, and your card will be on the way soon. I am happy to send cards to other countries, this is NOT limited to US residents. If you have any problems, drop me an email and I’ll do my best to fix it. I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.

If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does or doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.

(PS: If that link doesn’t work for you, or you prefer not to enter your info (I delete your name and address once I’ve downloaded it), you can email me instead.)


I finally got around to scanning in the holiday cards I’ve received thus far, and you can either scroll through them below, or click on over to Flickr to see them there. (I’ve scanned all the ones I’ve received thus far, but if you don’t see the one you sent, don’t fret – I’ll be going to the post office later this week to check the box, I’m sure it’s there waiting for me!)


Archie (pics of...

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Time to let me know if you want a holiday card, with this year’s featured Crooked Acres permanent resident! Go here to Postable, enter your name and address, and your card will be on the way soon. I am happy to send cards to other countries, this is NOT limited to US residents. If you have any problems, drop me an email and I’ll do my best to fix it. I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.

If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does or doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.

(PS: If that link doesn’t work for you, or you prefer not to enter your info (I delete your name and address once I’ve downloaded it), you can email me instead.)


Yesterday I got my first payment from Lulu for the calendars – $91.20 for calendars sold through November 30th. I rounded up to $100 and sent $50 each to Challenger’s House and Forgotten Felines Huntsville. I’ll keep linking to the calendars through the end of the month in case anyone’s putting off buying their calendars ’til closer to the end of the year.

2018 calendars.

All calendars are marked up by $3 each (each calendar will cost $12.99 plus shipping), and all profits will be split between Challenger’s House and Forgotten Felines.

(There are also links in...