1532 Florida's Kitten Foster Frenzy

Name: Oliver
Age: Eight weeks. Tops.
Color: Black. Green/brown eyes.
Likes: Food, playing, squeeking, food, playing, food, and playing.
Dislikes: Holding still, being bored, dirt and mess.
Best feature: Greets humans when they enter, comes willingly to be played with.
Worst feature: Overeater. Loves food. Getting fat.
Seeking: An active, fun household. Will do best with lots of people and stimulus.

Oliver is a great playful kitten. He runs to greet me whenever I enter a room and loves to hang out wherever we are.

Oliver likes to be played with and adores attention but he’s not really sure about this being picked up thing. He squeaks and complains the whole time while making half hearted attempts to run away. It is hard to take him seriously because he promptly returns and demands more attention. He’s also the most trusting kitten ever. (He is asleep in this picture)

Oliver is very good with the litter box. He’s healthy, eats well, and will be fixed, microchipped, up to date on all vaccines and dewormed before he’s adopted. Squeek, meow, my name is Oliver and I like to play. If you have toys and love, please take me home!

My friends and I are big dorks. Every other Sunday our house hosts D&D. We roll dice, battle bad guys, and save the world. Good times. D&D is also the best feral kitten socalization ever. Six of my friends patiently wait for their turn to hold the cute fuzzy thing. (”Dude, it is your initiative, give up the kitten.” “Hey, your mark went off, don’t you want to teleport? Not if it means I have to hand off the cat.”) Our DM has become accustomed to “awwww” moments distracting all of his players. Not all kittens are good at D&D. Some want to explore, some want to hide, and others attack our figurines with the ferocity of a rabid mindflare.

Oliver, however, is a D&D mastermind. For those of you who don’t play D&D, it is a roleplaying game which has a heavy strategic (read: pretend combat) element to it. This means we have a map on which the environment is drawn, miniatures (or whatever we have handy) to indicate where our characters are, other miniatures (or, in our case, dice) to indicate the bad guys, character sheets that tell us what our character can do, cards that explain our powers, and little colored styrofoam squares to indicate what effects are present on each character. Below is a picture of the game actually in progress (normally we put the squares under the figurines, but the ooze we were fighting was represented by a snapple cap, so it was easier to put them on top.)

Oliver found D&D very relaxing. He curled right up between our Wizard and Cleric and took a nap. This is Oliver sleeping next to our Cleric’s character sheet. Note how carefully he positioned himself to not block any information. An expert D&D kitten indeed!

Of course, sometimes D&D combats can take a little too long and attention spans can be rather short. Distractions occur and playtime happens. I speak not of the kitten but rather of the aforementioned Cleric and Wizard. Remember those little styrofoam squares? Soon the kitten was dazed, prone, on fire, and marked a whole bunch.

Oliver was so down with the effect marker squares, he ignored them even as our Cleric took his turn. (Which is good, because we sure needed the Cleric’s healing!)

Cutest. Gaming. Kitten. EVAR. Maybe I should take Oliver to the local gaming store and see if he can get a home there! Any of you gamers interested? He purrs as he attacks the darkness!

We got Alladin a bit over a week ago. He was supposed to be with us for seven days but he’s smart. He bit me and that means we’ve got to keep him for ten days to make sure I don’t have rabies (if he gets sick in ten days then I get lots of shots. Today is day nine and he’s fine.)

I’m going to be sorry to see him go. Alladin loves me more than food (literally.) Such a change from the kitten who bit me a week ago! Now that he’s socialized, he heads back to the pound (animal care and control) to wait in a cage for a family to adopt him tomorrow. I’m bummed about the cage part but he’s going to make someone very happy. He’s a lap kitten of the first order. Doesn’t play, doesn’t run, just sits and purrs.

Today the pound gave me two new kittens to socialize. One is a stunning grey tabby that the pound no longer has room for. She’s almost ready to be adopted but failed her behavioral test – she shakes in fear. We’ll get her purring and happy in no time at all.

In honor of some very nice finns I hosted, I decided to name our next kitten the Finnish word for kitten. I should have checked what it was first! Meet Kissanpentu!

The second kitten is a well adjusted little black kitten (the universe keeps giving the goth couple black kittens – I wonder why?) I don’t think he even needs to be fostered; I suspect he just got thrown in since they low on space. His intake paperwork shows he was dropped off on 9/17 at 4pm. I picked Kissanpentu up at 4:30pm. I think Oliver is just part of a bonus package. He’s a surrender, meaning someone gave him to the ACC. He’s well behaved, named, and already playing.

Kissanpentu is not yet so well adjusted. She’s spent her first hour here hiding behind Adam’s head. She really likes Adam. I’m pleased by this; Alladin loves me and isn’t so sure about Adam, so its nice to have the tables turned.

Yay, kittens! As always, if you fall in love with anyone pictured here, you can have them! Just contact me for their ACC number and the pound is happy to let you adopt them. I can already tell that this grey one – Kissanpentu – is going to steal hearts.

D got a new feral kitten which spent all day hiding behind the fridge.  Apparently this kitten is practicing to be a ninja: