We’ve named the new guys! We went with the cookie-name theme this time around (at the suggestion of a few readers), because they’re so cute you could just eat ’em up.
The black and white boy is Hydrox (since Oreo’s long been used), the other boy is Keebler, and the girls are Lorna Doone, Milano, and TimTam. I haven’t assigned a particular name to a particular girl just yet, but that will come in time, I’m sure.
(Oh, and they’re apparently Lynx Points, not Tabby Points. Thanks, those of you who told me. I have very little practice in identifying Siamese mixes!)
They’re doing well – it took several days for the Wonkas to latch on to the bottles and drink properly, but most of the Cookies latch right on as soon as you get the nipple in their mouth.
The only down side is that we didn’t treat them with Advantage as soon as we brought them into the house Monday evening, because with getting them fed and settled, it just slipped my mind. Then Tuesday morning Fred noticed a flea on one of them. I immediately put Advantage on all of them, and by the end of the day had found about 10 dead fleas. I used the flea comb on them and didn’t find any more fleas actually on them, but plenty of flea dirt. I’ll keep using the flea comb on them once a day until I’m confident they’re flea dirt-free, but I think we’re okay.
I have NEVER dealt with fleas before, can you believe that? I was a little freaked out and washed all their bedding in hot water immediately, scrubbed down their cage, and the floor around them. The good thing is that the floor in that room is hardwood, so there’s no carpet for fleas to hide in.
If you have any suggestions on what to be on the lookout for, flea-wise, I’m all ears! I’m changing their bedding every time we feed them, and haven’t found any dead fleas since last night. I think we’re okay, I don’t think they were infested with fleas, just had a few of them.
On the up side, they seem to enjoy being combed with the flea comb!
That’s Hydrox in the middle.
“Hellew.”
“I HAZ A COMPLAINT! I WAS TOLD THERE’D BE FOOD AT THIS PARTY!”
Oh, his little face KILLS ME.
Even when they’re this tiny and can barely move around on their own, I STILL can’t get a decent shot of all of them!
“HELLO HI I HAZ A COMPLAINT!”
Do the stripey little tails just knock you over DEAD?
I told Fred last night that the Wonkas are at that just perfect age – they’re old enough to use the litter box (there have been no accidents in several days – and that last accident was Mike peeing on a bed that seems to look JUST like a litter box to him. He’s peed in that same kind of bed before.), they can eat on their own, and they’re THRILLED to see me walk through the door, but not yet DYING to get into the rest of the house.
And they’re still small enough to pick up and hold in two hands!
If I were the one who adopted him, I’d totally name him Kramer. Except that “Gus” is such a perfect name!
Mike sucks you in with the cuddly cuteness, and then demands that you pet him FOREVER.
::snik:: (He was using those fearsome claws to grab for the tail at the top of the picture.)
I’m not sure what Gus is listening for – perhaps the sound of the ocean?
“Hey! GUYS! She’s handing out the pettins, and you can’t have any! She’s only gonna pet ME. She said so! HA HA!”
Love them Wonkas.
We had a bit of a scare last night. At around 7:30, I suddenly couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Sookie. She and Terry like to hang out around the back door, but they haven’t figured out the cat door (most kittens don’t; they usually need to be taught. Before they went to the adoption center, Lafayette and Bill both figured it out, which I suspect means they’re geniuses. Jake and Elwood would dearly like to go outside, but don’t understand the cat door. When they get a little older, we’ll put collars on them (we have an electric fence around the back yard to keep them contained) and let them go outside.). The last time I saw Sookie, she was by the back door, and once I realized it had been a while since I’d seen her, I began to worry that she’d figured out the cat door, figured out how to climb over the fence, and was gone.
We checked all her usual places – Fred’s desk, the dining room chairs, the bed upstairs. Nada. I started looking in less usual places – under the couches, in the back of the hall closet, in the closet in the guest bedroom. Still nothing.
And then suddenly she just appeared on the stairs. I don’t know where she was, but she’d apparently found someplace to curl up and sleep, because she was only half-awake. It’s possible she was in the hall closet, tucked way back, sound asleep, and I just hadn’t seen her when I looked.
We were very relieved, to say the least!
Would you look at that face on Elwood? He’s all appalled, like “EXCUSE me, this is MY chair, and I was SLEEPING!”
“I shall never tell where I was. NEVAH!”
“Yeah, that’s right, we’re snuggling. You got a problem with that?”
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Previously
2008: These kittens = exactly what a cranky woman needs.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Cleanliness is next to Sugarbuttliness.