Shelly asked in yesterday’s comments When you’re bottle feeding one, do the others patiently wait their turn or is there clamoring for the milky?
Oh, there’s NO patience from the little ones. They want to eat, and they want to eat NOW, and they don’t see why they should have to wait. At first, we’d take them out of the cage one by one, potty them, feed them, and then take the next one out. But the ones left in the cage would just up the volume, and they’d stand there and scream “HEY I DON’T KNOW IF YOU KNOW THIS BUT I HAVE NOT EATEN YET!”, and it’s painful to listen to. So now we open the cage, each grab a kitten, and feed them. The other three climb out of the cage onto my lap and Fred’s and howl and whine and act like they are one second from starving right to death until it’s their turn. Once they’ve all eaten, I potty them, and then we offer them seconds. It’s not perfect – perfect would be having five people to each feed and potty a kitten immediately, of course – but it works out well enough.
And look – a video!
“HELLO HI DID I MENTION I WAS HUNGRY?”
Good morning, Grumpy.
The whole bunch, just coming awake.
“Hark! Do I hear an approaching bottle?”
Would ya LOOK at the smile on that little face?
With the flea scare last week (which turned out to be less than nothing – I haven’t seen a single flea since Tuesday, thank god), I went around the house, gathered up the cat beds, and washed them all. Then I tossed them on the floor in the dining room until I could find the time to redistribute them properly. It took Terry about 10.2 seconds to find the pile o’ beds and curl up in one of them.
The Wonkas are feelin’ slurpy today.
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Gus is a gentleman and didn’t feel the need to take part in today’s slurpathon. He has MANNERS.
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Previously
2008: No entry.
2007: I’m sure it’s eyeball cancer and we’ll have to put a pirate patch on him and it will cost one million dollars to cure him.
2006: No entry.
2005: The quintessential Crazy Eyes.
Dip me in formula and throw me to kitties! Those meezers are adorable. and Hydrox too of course.
I’m thinking of moving house, to somewhere on your street, so I might get to feed some little kitties! You’re so lucky!! I’m sure the novelty NEVER ever wears out!! 🙂
The cookies are the cutest little things I’ve seen in years. Your voice is the sweetest, Robyn. I can totally see how Fred fell for you over the phone.
The lynx-point Cookies’ striped little tails crack me up. How can you stand the cuteness?
oh, my cats loved hearing the little kitty cries! they kept looking around saying “where are those hungry kitties?”
piles of wriggling kittens! and the tongues, oh the tongues!!!
are you irish? that is a fantastic accent! not what i was expecting from alabama. 😉
Annette R: Aww, thank you. 🙂
Nadine: Sometimes I’m afraid I might squash them to death! 🙂
Angie: No, I grew up kind of all over (my father was in the Air Force), but mostly Maine. I don’t know why I sounded like that, but yeah – I did kind of sound Irish, didn’t I? 😀
lol how funny! i knew it wasn’t alabama though!
Oh they are so cute – that video is so funny – I love them climing on each other to get to the bottle! They are all so cute!