Front porch protection

If I look out through the windows of our front door right now, this is what I see:

The photos are poor quality because I had to take them through the window of the door and everything inside our house winds up reflected in the glass:

If I open the door, the little calico-like cat (we've named him "Clyde") will run away, so we're just doing "through-the-glass" shots for now:

It is so sweet to see the abandoned-but-now-adopted-by-us cats cuddling together like this. It's funny that the spot they've chosen to cuddle in is so close to us. I guess they just like hearing our voices and noises throughout the evening:


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In other news, I stopped in at my small town vet's office last week:

...and bought de-wormer for them:

I chose the squirt-on-the-back-of-the-neck de-wormer for the wilder calico cat (Clyde):

And the pill form for George, the tuxedo cat, because he's much more tame and I figured he wouldn't mind me pushing a pill down his throat (wrong!):

"Hey, Georgie...here's something that's going to make you feel better":

"Now, this won't hurt a bit":

It did hurt. A lot. Silly me. I've pushed pills down dogs' throats, given paste de-wormer to donkeys and goats, given injections to goats, donkeys and llamas and yet, it has been so long since I've been around cats, I had forgotten how sharp cats' teeth and claws are. Dang. But I got that darn pill down George's throat finally, using a lot of wet cat food as a disguise:

Clyde, the calico-like kitty, doesn't come by every day, so I had to be ready for him when he did show up:

I hadn't used this type of de-wormer before and I was a bit nervous about causing the little guy (who's all of about 2 pounds and in pretty poor shape) more anxiety than he could handle:

But I knew it would help him if he would just let me pick him up:

I swooped in and got the job done and he was pretty ticked off when I was finished with him. I was worried I might not see him again, but then I noticed that he didn't run all that far away after I put him down:

Funny little guy. Now, let's see if we can't put some weight on him:

If you had told me 3 years ago... or 6 months ago...heck, even 6 weeks ago that I'd be blogging about cats living on Critter Farm, I'd have called you crazy:

It just goes to show you, you never know what to expect in life. Things you hold for certain, rarely are.