Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Time for a reboot

I decided it was time to restart the blog, but with a different plan.  Not only will I be talking about crafting (of various sorts, not just knotting), other possible topics include pets, hair, food, random rants/commentary about various topics, and any other stuff that could possibly be considered helpful, useful, or remotely interesting to someone.  Or, hopefully, multiple people.

So, let's start by meeting my babies, in order of adoption.

This is Tribble.
Yes, that is Star Trek fleece print.  

We adopted her from the shelter when she was about seven months old.  She had been born to a known feral mama cat, and was taken to the shelter when she was old enough to be separated.  Pretty much right after she got there, she came down with an upper respiratory infection, so she was not adoptable until she got over it.  The day we went to the shelter was her first day back in rotation.  She was sleeping on top of a cat tree in the larger play room, and when we walked by, she woke up, stood up, and started meowing at us through the glass, demanding affection/attention.  We were totally in love.  You can see how tough her life is now.  She's about 12lbs, and as the doctor put it, she really shouldn't get any heavier.

This is Zelda, aka Princess Zelda.  Yes, she is named after THAT Princess Zelda.  And yes, I do actually call her "Princess Zelda" sometimes, although I usually refer to her as just "Zelda" or just "Princess".  
HRH Princess Zelda says, "Pet me, slave."

We have limited background information on her, but this is what we do know.  She was picked up in late July/early August one year by animal control.  She had been dumped in a park, and was pregnant when she was brought to the shelter.  I have a very strong suspicion that she was an Easter bunny whose humans weren't even intelligent or responsible enough to take her to a shelter or contact a rescue group, and instead just dumped her in a park.  She also seems to have a strong fear of small children, which just reinforces my suspicion.  After she was spayed, she was quickly adopted by some humans who brought her back to the shelter after a few months for unknown reasons. 

We saw her at the shelter just a few days after she had been brought back.  Since neither of us had ever had a bunny before, and we already had Tribble, we were hoping to find a calm, laid-back bunny.  When we met her in the play room, she was calm, laid-back (totally not afraid of us), and confident, so we were sold.  Luckily for us, we found that she was also completely litter-trained, so within a few months, she ended up having free run of the entire apartment.  Whatever the princess demands.  She's a little less than 5lbs, which I guess is a medium-sized bunny.

Don't worry, Tribble and Zelda get along just fine, although I'm pretty sure Tribble likes Zelda much more than Zelda likes Tribble.  As far as I can tell, Zelda likes carrots, raisins, greens, hay, and not much else.
Proof that they get along.  This happens multiple times daily:  Tribble walks up to Zelda, licks the top of her head and her ears, then they separate (usually Zelda's choice) and continue on with their lives.

This is Mulder and Scully.  
They really liked to snuggle, until they didn't.

Despite their names, they are actually both male Roborovski hamsters, brothers from the same litter.  Unlike almost all other species of hamsters, this particular species of hamster CAN be housed socially, but it is obviously not guaranteed.  Squabbling is normal, but once blood is drawn, it's time for separation.  And, blood was drawn.  Scully went to the doctor to get checked out and got antibiotics.  Yes, you can give a hamster antibiotics.  It's really adorable.  So, now they are neighbors rather than roommates.   I really should have named them Mulder and Doggett.

They now have matching labeled houses, so I can always identify them.  Amusingly, Mulder is the dumber one.

And finally (for now), Buffy and Willow.
Buffy, the one on the right with the solid face, and Willow, the one on the left with the striped face, are not enjoying their trip to the hospital.

The Scoobies are about 3.5 years old.  They were initially adopted as babies by a couple who ended up splitting up three years later, and they were turned over to the rescue group shortly thereafter, since the half of the couple who had them simply didn't want to take care of them any longer.  Since guinea pigs generally live 5-7 years, they're considered middle-aged.  I've never had guinea pigs before, so we headed to the foster site without really knowing if I wanted babies or older ones.  But, once it was clear that these were probably the least adoptable ones there, I had to have them.  They're going to live out the rest of their lives with me, in a 2x5 C&C cage with fleece bedding.  They seem to hate everything, especially floor time, but they love food.  And they really really incredibly love food.  Buffy is about 2lb 12oz, and Willow is about 2lb 8oz.  And have I mentioned how much they love food?

Well, that's it for now.  There will be more (definitely non-human) babies in the future.  

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