The Good, The Bad and The Naughty…

My cats are sweet…

…That’s what I keep telling myself. My cats are gorgeous, there’s no doubt about that. And they really are “mostly” sweet… but I’m telling you… Man Alive! Can they be naughty!

Prime Example… and biggest culprit…


Don’t leave ANY cupboard open or unattended!

But I saw a bug, Mom

… and it’s taunting me!

Stuck between a mesh and a glass place

Aparently someone hired a new Sous Chef…

It’s not just Hugo… but it almost always is… I may need to change is name from Hugo Elrond to Hugo Shenanigans… something about ginger cats, I guess.

… wasn’t me…

Looking through my photos I don’t have any of the others being naughty… yet. Maybe that’s because even when Hugo is naughty and you tell him to stop… he doesn’t… which gives one time to take pictures. The others stop when they are in trouble… for the most part.

The Instigator

Leave no clean bowl unsat

… none of them!

… Mom… whatcha doin’?

Proudly going where he’s not supposed to for the 1000th time..


So what exactly does Hugo do that makes him so naughty? Well… he jumps and proceeds to climb up your body… regardless if you are wearing clothes or not. He knows how to turn off the air purifiers. No joke, I think he thinks it’s a game. On. Off. On. Off… until he gets shut out of the bedroom. He gets on the counter when I’m trying to cook. He torments his furblings. Climbs and chews on the blinds and window screens. Gets in to any cupboard or drawer you have open… even if only for seconds… we’ve had to disassemble our kitchen drawers to get him out of the back… more than once. He gets in the dishwasher, washing machine and dryer… he really is NAUGHTY!…

These blinds are new… I wonder how they taste?

That spot on the wall there…. it moved… did you see it move? (it’s a texture bump)

That windowsill there… its trying to attack me… did you see it?

Must climb Mom so I can get on that wardrobe there… right there. Do you see it?

BUT when he is sleeping…. he’s a dream… AND IT’S RIDICULOUS!


Media Mom under a Microscope

My cats are social media cats. Maybe not like the famous social media cats like Cole and Marmalade. But they have fans. They have since they were born. At least 3 of my 4. Hugo, Henry and Hazel from Their followers started knowing them as Willie, George and Patsy. They grew up on YouTube… 24/7 for the first 3 months of their lives. Now they are 7 months old and each incredibly sweet with unique individual personalities. More about them when I can blog about them individually.

My babies are loved unconditionally but I can’t keep them in a bubble… I take lots of pictures of them and sometimes don’t see beyond their cute faces. I recently had a picture of Henry on social media that brought forth some concerns that he looked sick. It was one of my favorite pictures of him.

Henry is my baby. He’s very attached to me and these are his lovey eyes… his “Momma come snuggle me. I love you” eyes. I had been cooking and he was patiently waiting for me to come sit down and settle. So when this picture rose concerns I got paranoid…. Was I missing something? Was he actually sick? The kittens had just been to the vet a week after this picture was taken and they were all given a clean bill of health. So when Henry did have something happen to him that did concern me a week later…. I was a mess. Anxiety and fear to the max! And it was just an irritated eye…

I didn’t post about it at all on social media because I was afraid I’d be chastised for being a bad mom. I took Henry to the vet, sick to my stomach that something happened to my baby that couldn’t be fixed. Dr. Fujie prescribed some Neomycin Polymixin Dexamethasone eye drops that we did twice a day for 7 days. He was such a trooper! It was a minor issue… but I freaked out. How do people even handle their human children being sick. I’d need a sedative.

Now that my Henry is better my Hugo is going through some issues. Ugh! I took him to the vet today.

It presented with infected claws/nail beds. He had litter stuck in his nail beds and they were very infected. He’s so ploofy that you can’t see it unless you push on his pads to retract his claws, which we were doing to trim his claws, that’s when we first noticed it. At the time we only noticed it on 1 claw. We cleaned it with diluted peroxide. A week later I noticed some raw skin on his front legs… he had been licking and biting at his duclaws. I continued checking all his nails and he had many infected nails, this is actually when we noticed the litter stuck in them. We immediately cleaned each one with diluted peroxide, cotton balls and q-tips…. we took down our Litter Robot and switched over to strictly using cedar pellets in all cat boxes. None of the other cats are having issues.

He’s also been quite itchy and licking alot. We weren’t sure if that was related to the claws or from him jumping in my bath water that I had a bath bomb in…. in which we immediately drained the bath and bathed him with cat shampoo. He has a spot over his right eye that’s irritated and under his chin. I brought up allergies to the vet and he doesn’t think it’s that.

The vet did a cytology test to see if its immunity related. He have him a shot of antibiotics and some antifungal wipes for us to use twice daily for 7 to 10 days. I don’t like when my babies aren’t feeling well. He is and has been eating and playing just fine, like normal… I just want him to stop itching and scratching and for ALL his wounds to clear up. My poor, sweet baby.

We’re at home snuggling and napping today. Glad I can have the day off with them all.

As for being Media Mom under a microscope… I’m doing my best. I love each of my cats unconditionally. I take care of them. They are groomed, fed, watered and have clean boxes. I’d never neglect them or their needs. I cant keep them in a plastic bubble… they are strictly indoor cats and that’s the best I can do for them. I love them more then anybody could ever know and them having ailments breaks my heart. Like anxiety and all that stuff is real. Thanks for listening. Until next time!

Current snuggle status!

🐾 -jen

Orion and His Furblings: The Beginning

Ca’tain’s Log: The first month. The Furblings are finally home. But let me catch you up on how this story begins.

Three months has passed so fast and just in case you didn’t know, technology is fascinating (YouTube live kitten cams… What!).

September 24th, 2017 this beautiful litter of fur-beans was born under the sink of their foster mom’s guest bathroom, Christine Adam at Christine’s Kitten Room. Christine is my friend, high school classmate, jack of all trades and an incredible and entertaining Cat/Kitten Foster Mom. See her website at She works with Meow Cat Rescue in Kirkland, WA. Their website is This beautiful litter was named via an online pole that donated money to Meow Cat Rescue. They soon became Jolene and The Country Music Kittens.

(Photo from @christineskittenroom Instagram. Follow her page)

Momma Jolene gave birth to 6 gorgeous and spunky kittens; Patsy, Willie, George, Dolly, Emmy Lou and Tammy. They were a huge YouTube hit with viewers from all over the world. Those who tuned in got to see everything from birth to daily weigh-ins to talk of adoptions and got to chat with Christine while she was in the room too. All their milestones were there 24/7. Now, with all the kittens and momma Jolene adopted and in their forever homes many of their fans can still follow them on social media.

My fur-family can be followed on…

Instagram: @orionandhisfurblings

Facebook: @orionandhisfurblings

I adopted 3 of those 6 kittens; Willie, George and Patsy. My very own Aristocats.

We brought them home on December 30th, 2017. My whole family came to Meow Cat rescue in kirkland with us for the adoption. It was a happy, emotional moment.

On the ride home it was a symphony of little bitty kitty mews. Quite funny really.

When we arrived home we now had the most difficult task of all… introducing these furblings to their new big brother Orion, our big 18 lb Siberian mix cat. And oh man! Was he pissed! We let him sniff them while they we’re safe in their travel carriers. He hissed and he growled and was annnngry! And he gave us “stink-eye” for a good 4 days… or so.

We took them upstairs and let them explore their new, very own “kitten room”.

We have had so much fun since they’ve been home and I’m getting to practice my new pet photography hobby… or should I say “furtography”? Which is quite a challenge with cats/kittens… they don’t listen so well.

So there is the catch up… now I hope to post far more often about life with 4 cats… a more detailed breakdown if you will.

Just wait until you hear what’s happened since these babies came home…

Crazy Cat Lady?

This is my very first blog. I’m not the best writer, but I feel very passionately about a certain topic lately. The term “Crazy Cat Lady”. I believe that this term has been thrown around very loosely and with such a negative connotation that I am here to give it new light. I’m going to tell you why it shouldn’t be said willy-nilly, especially to those whom you care about, who just really love cats… or perhaps just don’t want human offspring.

In the last month I have been in the works of expanding my family. My wife and I got married one year ago and we have a gorgeous boy named Orion. Yep, he’s the one in the picture up top. Oh yeah, he’s a cat… just in case you couldn’t tell. We aquired Orion from our friend and her kids. They were going to be moving to Arizona and we couldn’t bare this big fluff ball going through that road trip and hot weather. So we thought about it and asked if they’d like Orion (then called Mr. Tubs) to come live with us. Of course that takes some serious contemplation, deciding to give up your furbaby. A few days later we got a call and over speaker-phone our friend’s daughter asked us if we’d like to adopt Mr. Tubs. We were ready, extatic. It was set, we were driving north to go pick him up.

At the time, we lived in an apartment so I couldn’t fathom more then 1 cat. I never thought about getting more fur children. Orion was enough. My sweet lovey boy was just purrfect. Almost 4 years has passed since we became parents. We got married, bought our first house and then… I started to get THE ITCH… The furbaby itch.

About 5 years ago (before Orion… sorry, this is a bit back and forth in time line) I had finally conceded to fact that I didn’t want human children. I did want them for many years and even had them all named, all 4 of them. My Mom had 4 kids, 2 girls and 2 boys. I thought I’d carry on that tradition. She came from a family of 5 kids and my Dad from a family of 3. I played dolls and Barbies and house all the time. I would have been a great Mom and I think I would have made pretty blue-eyed babies. But I thought I’d have them before I turned 30. Well, that came and went, a while ago.

My wife (then girlfriend) was a part-time nanny for one of my boss’s new born son. I occasionally got to spend some time with them before or after my shift. She was great with him. Her sister had a one year old… so it was all fresh in her mind on how to care for an infant. I love babies, don’t get me wrong… but I hadn’t been around one in a long time. I learned quickly that I couldn’t handle the spit-up and explostive diapers. My stomach was too queasy and my gag reflex was too strong. I nearly vomited every time. I shudder at the memory. Of course, Maegan giving me tough love would say, “if you can’t handle this, how are you going to handle it when you have your own?”… these instances of her being a nanny are possibly what changed mind. I was passed 30. I really, really valued my sleep and knew I’d be bitter by getting no sleep from a constantly hungry or fussy baby. I didn’t want to be THAT Mom…. that is the day I knew I no longer wanted to breed. Plus, our parenting styles would have been WAY different and I don’t think we would have survived it. She is very strong willed and hard headed and I’m… well… I’m a bit passive. So I think it was a good decision for me… for us. Maegan never wanted kids of her own but would have had them with me. It was a difficult time in the beginning of our relationship because I wanted them so badly and she didn’t. Funny how the tables turned.

So this brings me back to present day and why I started this blog. Thank you for baring with my back story to fill in the blanks.

On September 24th I had my “thirtysomethingth” birthday. A few days later a friend and high school classmate had posted some pictures on social media of newborn kittens. Awe… a ginger one! I’ve always wanted an orange cat! And that one’s cute and that one’s cute etc… pretty much my inner AND external diolog since that day. I commented on one of the kitten pictures and she wrote back that she was fostering and that the kittens are on a live 24 hour YouTube feed… I went directly there and have been in love ever since. I watch them daily. It’s so fun to see them grow. I feel like I’m there through it all even though they are an hour plus away. I’ve been to see them twice. Boy, do they grow fast! They started out as cute little blind furry jelly beans, then grew to wobbly fresh eyed, milk guzzling babies to zoom zoomy flashes of furry lightening. Oh, did I mention they were also born on my birthday 😍! So of course it was meant to be…. right?

Ever since I started watching the kittens I can’t help but want to tell everybody about them and their YouTube feed @christineskittenroom and of course to show them off. I send family video links and pictures of them. I pretty instantly imprinted on 2 of the 6 kittens. I looked at them and they were mine. Jolene (their furry mom) was my surrogate but I was the Mama. The more I watched, the more I fell in love. Then I thought… what if I get one of each color? There are 3 white siamese girls, 1 torbie girl, 1 tortie boy and 1 ginger tabby boy. They were named via a naming contest that donates the money from the contest to Meow Cat Rescue in Kirkland, WA. They are called Jolene and the Country Music Kittens. Jolene is the beautiful Momma and her babies are Tammy, Emmylou, Patsy, Dolly, George and Willie. Totally adorable, right? Christine is their INCREDIBLE foster mom. I’m always in awe of her dedication. I don’t know how to do links in my text yet so maybe someone can help me with that. We will be adopting Willie, George and Patsy. There, I’ve made it officially official. They will have new names… but that will all come in a “baby reveal” photoshoot… our version of a “gender reveal” photoshoot.

Ok. Ok. I keep going on tangents… I know… but here it is… my RANT if you will. Crazy Cat Lady!… a term I’m getting quite offended by recently. I’ve been called that by my family and by my close friends and personally am tired of it! Why am I crazy for wanting to expand my family? Why does wanting to adopt 3 kittens make me crazy? So what! I’ll have 4 cats! But why do you say to me in a negative tone “Oh no! You’re going to be one of those crazy cat ladies”? Or “you’re obsessed”…. another word I hate, which will have its own explanation in a blog story soon.

Do the people who have 4 kids get flack for that? No! Do the people who have multiple dogs get called crazy? No! I understand that these groups of people may indeed get flack… but do they have that stereotyped name? Crazy human breeding lady? Crazy dog lady? And why is it “lady”? Yet another stereotype. So here I am to tell you to stop saying that term. Please.

Yes, I’ve been extra “cat mom-y” lately but that’s because I’m excited. Not crazy. I have shopped for “cat mom” things. I ordered my “cat mama” mug on Etsy from @abbingtonscoffeemugs. I want to get a Mewgaroo cat sweatshirt and my shoes have cats on them. I’m excited and cats are really cute. I should be able to celebrate my joy and excitement for my newly arriving babies. When woman are going to have a baby, I’d say most of them get excited. They pick out clothes (always too many of them… cough cough… helllllooo… kids grow really fast). They decorate a nursery. They are celebrated by friends and family with a baby shower. They take “coming soon” or “arriving on…” pictures. They prepare and are doted on. Well… WHY can’t I have those things? Explain to me why I don’t get to feel and experience that too? I DON’T WANT TO HAVE HUMAN CHILDREN! Why do I say “human children”, you ask? Well, because my cat is my kid. My child. My baby. To say I don’t want kids is not fact. I do want them… but the ones I want are fluffy and purr and have 4 legs. That’s why! Tell me I’m in the wrong if you can back up your reasoning for saying it to me. I was once told I couldn’t have a “real” wedding. Or that my wedding wasn’t considered traditional because we are both female. Hey, guess what, I’m the same as you. I work and pay bills and love. So guess what?!… I am going to have a kitten shower to welcome these babies into our home. Yep!… I said kitten shower. Why not? Pregnant women get baby showers and you celebrate them and give them gifts. I’m not having one to get a bunch of gifts. I’m having one to say “we are so excited to expand our family and we can’t wait for you to meet our new furbundles of joy”. We get the babies at the end of December so it will be the most magical gifts we’ve ever received and we can’t wait to share their cuteness with everyone.

We deserve everything that every other woman or couple deserve. We are a lesbian couple and we had a wedding, a real beautiful, legal wedding. We have a cat. He is our son. We are adopting 3 beautiful kittens… OUR babies. Will I post a ton of pictures of my cat kids like you do with your humans? Yep! Sure will! Will I include them in family photo shoots like you do with yours? Yep! Sure will! Will I document their growth process over the years? Yep! Gonna happen! Am I going to make a calendar of my kids and give it as gifts at Christmas? Oh, heck yes! Why? Because I’m a MOM too! Not a Crazy Cat Lady!

Check out Christine’s YouTube channel “Christine’s Kitten Room” she also has an Instagram and Facebook page of the name.