Haven't done an animal post in a while.
Top of the list is Mojo. Being a kitten, he has a clear advantage in getting attention over the others. The cuteness factor is almost sickening. The boy carries him around saying things like "We need a Mojometer to measure the Mojonator's mojoness." Mojo is also getting over an ear infection--he won't be able to exploit pity points too much longer though because his ear isn't crusty anymore. We're also involved in an age debate. He's about the size of a five month old, but his eyes are changing color from the palest blue to a kind of yellow, almost green, not gold kind of yellow. I did a little google and kitten eyes change color around 8 weeks to 12 weeks (or so they say, online sources being so reliable and all.) Our little white kitty couldn't be that young, could he? Seems unlikely, but ... What do you think? Can the Mojonity be a mere 3 months old? If so, he's going to be a big, big kitty.
The other kitties are doing well. And speaking of big kitties, the Wiz has grown a bit, some in weight but mostly in stature. He just gets more handsome every day. Lucky, on the other hand, is looking a bit tired. He may have a cold. The Huntress is sleek and shiny and still the baddest cat in the house, although she's exercising her snippiness a bit less lately. We actually had all four of them sitting within three feet of each other outside my office. Not sure what that was about. Maybe they were having an executive kitty meeting and couldn't find kitten daycare for the Mojonation. I'm sure if it was a meeting, it was about the Kota.
Dakota is doing really well. She's wanting to play, is excited when we get up in the morning or when someone gets home and it's not just because she has to go potty, either. The puppies keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Beast is mellowing a bit, and Nikita is hanging in there. Nikita I always worry about. She's on two cans of wet food a day now and medication every day without fail to keep the cold weather from bothering her joints as much and to keep her warm and her weight up.
The goats are very, very fluffy right now, and the white ones are very white. That's one of many things completely different from them and the dogs. When the weather gets wet out the goats may be sloppy from the knees down but the rest of them is pristine because they won't play or lay in the mud. They'll go in the barn to chew their cud. The dogs, the puppies especially, get filthy in this weather and we'll have to have a bath day soon.
Ugh. Bath day. Just like the dogs, I dread it, and just like the dogs, I like the part where they're all clean and racing around the house like fools, playing. That's the best fun ever, that and seeing beautiful Brian sitting with Rory watching tv. I don't know if watching all that fake, glorified violence is good for him, but Brian seems to really like it. :-)
Oh, and surprisingly, we still have a chicken, the smartest chicken in the world. I hope she does okay this winter.
And to my favorite animal, happy day that will live forever in infamy, my love. Seventeen years, over half my life, nearly half of yours. Good times. Very good times.
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That's weird about the goats. I wonder whether the texture bothers them.
Or the wet, or the feeling of dirt hanging off their wool, or maybe they don't like how wet ground is colder. One of the things I find very entertaining about goats is that they are extremely hardy, much more so than many other kinds of livestock, and at the same time they love their comfort more than other kinds of livestock. The neighbor's cows might be out in the pouring rain and the horses will be hunkered against the wind instead of being in the barn, while meanwhile my goats poke their noses out of the barn, declare "I don't think so!" and would rather not browse than be in uncomfortable weather.
Or maybe it's a hunger thing. Maybe goats don't mind hunger, while the bigger livestock has no choice but to eat constantly? I don't think it's all hunger, because like I said, they'll go out in mud to eat, but they'll return to the barn to chew cud, something that implies a desire for comfort rather than something driven by necessity.
All I know is that our goats are little princesses, even the wethers.
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