Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas to all our AJSavannahs Families and Friends
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
More Oscar and Henry Glamour Poses
These photos were taken after they wore out chasing each other around the room and over and around Jason. Oscar can still go under the Little Tikes toy, but Henry gets stuck on at least half of his attempts.
They both purr constantly and get sidetracked very easily but they LOVE their Whirly Gig toy and have created a new game. It's called Knock it Under the Door at Nap Time and They'll Come Play With Us. And it works. We put them in their room for a nap and if we don't take the Whirly Gig, they'll never go to sleep. They have us well-trained!
Henry top photo, Oscar second. Then Oscar left, Henry right in bottom two photos. Additional photos on our AJSavannahs Kittens page and our AJSavannahs YouTube channel.
They both purr constantly and get sidetracked very easily but they LOVE their Whirly Gig toy and have created a new game. It's called Knock it Under the Door at Nap Time and They'll Come Play With Us. And it works. We put them in their room for a nap and if we don't take the Whirly Gig, they'll never go to sleep. They have us well-trained!
Henry top photo, Oscar second. Then Oscar left, Henry right in bottom two photos. Additional photos on our AJSavannahs Kittens page and our AJSavannahs YouTube channel.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
New Movies on YouTube
For our F2B kittens Oscar and Henry from F1 Ayo and F6 Mbau. Click here for dozens of movies of our current kittens as well as older kittens and adults.
F2B Oscar is going to look very much like Spencer and Jericho; with coloring similar to his aunt Gabatta. More photos on our Kittens page.
F2B Oscar is going to look very much like Spencer and Jericho; with coloring similar to his aunt Gabatta. More photos on our Kittens page.
Friday, July 3, 2009
It's appropriate that this newest post is about Vester (now JoJo). He went home this week and took over as if he'd been there forever. He was purring and stomp purring and taught himself to fetch while Jason was visiting with Becky and Jerry.
JoJo was always the first of Ayo's kittens to do anything: he was the first "over the wall" of their kitten bed; the first to purr (and the last to stop purring); the first to pounce on his mother; fly off the cedar chest; jump into my arms... he just leads the way into every adventure.
Received this email a few minutes ago. And once again, JoJo is the first of our kittens to fetch in this manner. He's very intelligent, and gorgeous (he's blossoming fast), and I'm prejudiced!!!
From Becky (fantastic photos are hers, too):
"Jerry and I were just playing fetch with JoJo. I was sitting on the floor in the bathroom, and Jerry was lying on the bed.
I threw the toy and JoJo jumped up on the bed and gave it to Jerry, Jerry threw it and he brought it to me, I threw it and he took it to Jerry, Jerry threw it and he brought it to me. This went on over and over again until he just plopped. He never got confused and returned it to one of us twice in a row, he always alternated.
A cat playing fetch is amazing enough, but how JoJo plays fetch is absolutely incredible."
We are SO happy Becky and Jerry fell in love with our Vester (previously Vesper, we THOUGHT we had a girl...), now their JoJo.
I think Becky needs her own blog!
JoJo was always the first of Ayo's kittens to do anything: he was the first "over the wall" of their kitten bed; the first to purr (and the last to stop purring); the first to pounce on his mother; fly off the cedar chest; jump into my arms... he just leads the way into every adventure.
Received this email a few minutes ago. And once again, JoJo is the first of our kittens to fetch in this manner. He's very intelligent, and gorgeous (he's blossoming fast), and I'm prejudiced!!!
From Becky (fantastic photos are hers, too):
"Jerry and I were just playing fetch with JoJo. I was sitting on the floor in the bathroom, and Jerry was lying on the bed.
I threw the toy and JoJo jumped up on the bed and gave it to Jerry, Jerry threw it and he brought it to me, I threw it and he took it to Jerry, Jerry threw it and he brought it to me. This went on over and over again until he just plopped. He never got confused and returned it to one of us twice in a row, he always alternated.
A cat playing fetch is amazing enough, but how JoJo plays fetch is absolutely incredible."
We are SO happy Becky and Jerry fell in love with our Vester (previously Vesper, we THOUGHT we had a girl...), now their JoJo.
I think Becky needs her own blog!
Friday, June 12, 2009
New Harvey Photos Coming Soon
Not yet nine months of age and already 24 pounds. Still a huge Baby Huey and my baby... he lays on his back in my arms and pats my face. Loves everyone, even though he can be intimidating. Mahjongg, our pet Bengal (who is NOT a small cat) can walk under Harvey's stomach, has to duck his head, but his back and shoulders clear perfectly.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
F2B Harvey, Same Pairing as Howie, Jimmy, and Terry
My baby, Harvey, only seven months of age, from F1 Kboo and F6 Mbau. Same pairing for Terry, Jimmy, and Howie. He's eating us out of house and home! And he's larger than his mother, our F1 Kboo; larger than his aunt Ayo (F1), and very close in size to his aunt Gabatta (F1). Gabatta has never met anyone larger than her, so their meeting will likely be epic.
Harvey may look full-grown, but he's a big baby, still immature (only seven months, after all...) and doesn't use a lot of common sense. We're introducing him to everyone in stages.
He's not angry in the photo above, he's panting from playing too hard.
Looking in at Ayo, he's about two inches taller than her at the shoulder.
Our neighbors were having several trees cut down and Harvey had to supervise.
If there's a window, our Savannahs think they have to look out.
He rolled the Okinawan Headache Cat over right after I captured this photo. He barely fits on the standard-size coffee table, but he's blissfully unaware.
Same loveseat and coffee table, Harvey at nine weeks of age.
Harvey and Elwood at two days of age.
Harvey may look full-grown, but he's a big baby, still immature (only seven months, after all...) and doesn't use a lot of common sense. We're introducing him to everyone in stages.
He's not angry in the photo above, he's panting from playing too hard.
Looking in at Ayo, he's about two inches taller than her at the shoulder.
Our neighbors were having several trees cut down and Harvey had to supervise.
If there's a window, our Savannahs think they have to look out.
He rolled the Okinawan Headache Cat over right after I captured this photo. He barely fits on the standard-size coffee table, but he's blissfully unaware.
Same loveseat and coffee table, Harvey at nine weeks of age.
Harvey and Elwood at two days of age.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Ayo's Kittens are Ambulatory
Jericho, Emmett, Murray, Vesper
Murray and Jericho
Jericho
Emmett, Jericho, Vesper
Vesper and Emmett
Emmett, Murray, Jericho, and Vesper
Murray and Jericho
Jericho
Emmett, Jericho, Vesper
Vesper and Emmett
Emmett, Murray, Jericho, and Vesper
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Harvey Can't Duck the Duct Tape
Harvey continues to entertain us. We're remodeling our master bathroom and he believes he absolutely has to explore every time the door opens. It's a construction nightmare right now, not at all suitable for a Savannah, much less a huge, clumsy, uncoordinated giant baby like Harvey.
Since I'm not feeling well and not as fast as usual (and everyone who knows me is laughing at this point, for even considering a "fast" reference!), but Harvey managed to get past me this morning and made a dash for the far reaches of the master bath.
Since he was just neutered last Thursday, I couldn't just grab him and haul him back to safety. He's recovering. Delicate. Sore.
So... I lunged after him, almost had him until he crouched down so far he looked like a tricked out low rider. And with that last shrinkage, he managed to avoid my grasp and made the right turn that would take him straight into the heart of the tools and trash.
Jason was right behind me, yelling to, "Grab him!" and trying to help me. But he's a tall man and had no chance of following Harvey anywhere without getting stuck himself.
Harvey knew he was safe at that point and decided to stop and explore and give us accusing looks for not having allowed him in before today.
We were worried about screwdrivers and trowels and scrapers and nails and saws and drill bits and... everything.
The last thing we even considered was the duct tape. We don't know why there was a length of duct tape unrolled. At least neither of us will admit to it if we do.
But Harvey was attracted to the smell of the adhesive. First he snuck up on it, then he reached out and did the air-touch gesture, then he tried a serval slap, connecting to nothing.
All the while, I'm trying to move anything I can to get to him.
And then it happened. Our clumsy huge baby actually managed to hit what he aimed for. And a horrible chaos ensued.
The duct tape stuck to Harvey's right front paw. He panicked. I panicked. He jumped straight up in the air like an unbroken bronco. I yelled for Jason. Jason yelled at me. Harvey morphed into a rodeo steer, jumping, twisting, turning, bucking. To no avail. The tape was stuck not only to his pad, but to his lower leg from all the contortions.
Then he decided to run away from the tape. But it kept chasing him. And there was nowhere to go, the master bath was a maze of tools and cabinets and everything you need to remodel from a stripped out shell.
He made it to the small ornate iron side table we had removed from our bedroom and stashed in the master bath to keep him from hurting himself on the railings. He landed on the lower shelf, balanced between and on the rails, still waving his right front paw wildly, trying to fling the duct tape as far as possible.
We couldn't move the table and risk him catching his foot in the openings and breaking a leg.
Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably only thirty seconds, he wove his way to the freedom of our bedroom, tape even more firmly attached from the fight.
We managed to corner and calm him... and Jason would not rip the tape off Harvey's paw. He didn't want to hurt him. Seeing no other choice, I grabbed an edge and pulled fast and hard and Harvey lost some fur, a lot of dignity, but was finally free.
He's a very good boy, which is a very good thing.
Because then we had to clean off the tape residue and inspect him for any injuries. He laid on his back in my arms while Jason cleaned his paw, trimmed some fur to get the worst of the tape out, and felt all over for any breaks. Harvey purred and chirped to me the entire time. Just give him attention and he'll do anything for me. Jason says it's sickening. I love it, of course.
Harvey is fine. No injuries, fur will grow back, he hasn't been near the door to the master bath and we don't expect he will. But we forget he's a baby because he's so big. So we may do this again tomorrow. Short attention span. What?
But I hope we don't do this again. Today is special, a one-time event. Do you think Harvey knows it's my birthday? After that adventure, I certainly feel my (advanced, especially compared to Jason!) age.
Since I'm not feeling well and not as fast as usual (and everyone who knows me is laughing at this point, for even considering a "fast" reference!), but Harvey managed to get past me this morning and made a dash for the far reaches of the master bath.
Since he was just neutered last Thursday, I couldn't just grab him and haul him back to safety. He's recovering. Delicate. Sore.
So... I lunged after him, almost had him until he crouched down so far he looked like a tricked out low rider. And with that last shrinkage, he managed to avoid my grasp and made the right turn that would take him straight into the heart of the tools and trash.
Jason was right behind me, yelling to, "Grab him!" and trying to help me. But he's a tall man and had no chance of following Harvey anywhere without getting stuck himself.
Harvey knew he was safe at that point and decided to stop and explore and give us accusing looks for not having allowed him in before today.
We were worried about screwdrivers and trowels and scrapers and nails and saws and drill bits and... everything.
The last thing we even considered was the duct tape. We don't know why there was a length of duct tape unrolled. At least neither of us will admit to it if we do.
But Harvey was attracted to the smell of the adhesive. First he snuck up on it, then he reached out and did the air-touch gesture, then he tried a serval slap, connecting to nothing.
All the while, I'm trying to move anything I can to get to him.
And then it happened. Our clumsy huge baby actually managed to hit what he aimed for. And a horrible chaos ensued.
The duct tape stuck to Harvey's right front paw. He panicked. I panicked. He jumped straight up in the air like an unbroken bronco. I yelled for Jason. Jason yelled at me. Harvey morphed into a rodeo steer, jumping, twisting, turning, bucking. To no avail. The tape was stuck not only to his pad, but to his lower leg from all the contortions.
Then he decided to run away from the tape. But it kept chasing him. And there was nowhere to go, the master bath was a maze of tools and cabinets and everything you need to remodel from a stripped out shell.
He made it to the small ornate iron side table we had removed from our bedroom and stashed in the master bath to keep him from hurting himself on the railings. He landed on the lower shelf, balanced between and on the rails, still waving his right front paw wildly, trying to fling the duct tape as far as possible.
We couldn't move the table and risk him catching his foot in the openings and breaking a leg.
Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably only thirty seconds, he wove his way to the freedom of our bedroom, tape even more firmly attached from the fight.
We managed to corner and calm him... and Jason would not rip the tape off Harvey's paw. He didn't want to hurt him. Seeing no other choice, I grabbed an edge and pulled fast and hard and Harvey lost some fur, a lot of dignity, but was finally free.
He's a very good boy, which is a very good thing.
Because then we had to clean off the tape residue and inspect him for any injuries. He laid on his back in my arms while Jason cleaned his paw, trimmed some fur to get the worst of the tape out, and felt all over for any breaks. Harvey purred and chirped to me the entire time. Just give him attention and he'll do anything for me. Jason says it's sickening. I love it, of course.
Harvey is fine. No injuries, fur will grow back, he hasn't been near the door to the master bath and we don't expect he will. But we forget he's a baby because he's so big. So we may do this again tomorrow. Short attention span. What?
But I hope we don't do this again. Today is special, a one-time event. Do you think Harvey knows it's my birthday? After that adventure, I certainly feel my (advanced, especially compared to Jason!) age.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Kboo's Kittens are Due April 11th
Kboo and Mbau have given us our gigantic F2B boys Trouble, Cary, Wilbur, Jack (Shombay), and my Sweet, Spoiled Harvey. We're hoping for more big, beautiful typey boys this time, too.
Check out our AJSavannahs Kittens page for a video of Kboo's kittens Cary, Sophia, Audrey (Aja) and Grace kicking and pushing to get out.
And don't miss our extensive collection of movies on our AJSavannahs YouTube channel. My goal is to publish at least three new (older) videos each week til I'm caught up. Which never seems to happen, it's too much fun to play with (socialize is the preferred word!), to play with our kittens.
Movies below, too.
Check out our AJSavannahs Kittens page for a video of Kboo's kittens Cary, Sophia, Audrey (Aja) and Grace kicking and pushing to get out.
And don't miss our extensive collection of movies on our AJSavannahs YouTube channel. My goal is to publish at least three new (older) videos each week til I'm caught up. Which never seems to happen, it's too much fun to play with (socialize is the preferred word!), to play with our kittens.
Movies below, too.
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