If you are in the Vancouver/Victoria area:
Does anyone in the Victoria/Vancouver region know of anyone willing to take on the care of a ~80% blind, slightly arthritic 16-year-old cat? Or a reputable rescue agency who could guarantee her comfortable care for her (few) remaining years?
You can contact the original poster over at Twitter if you or someone you know is able to help.
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The kittens are named! May I officially introduce to you…
Brown and white tabby girl Pulley.
Brown tabby girl Solenoid.
Tuxie girl with the splash of white next to her nose Cam.
Tuxie girl (with no splash of white next to her nose) Cruise.
Buff and white boy Fender.
Orange and white tabby boy Clutch.
Orange and white tabby boy Axle.
Orange and white tabby boy Gauge.
And little dilute tortie girl Dynamo.
Ryder came to me pre-named (due to where she and the kittens were trapped) and we went with truck parts for her kittens. It was a group effort – we came up with a list of names and chose the ones we liked the most.
I’m not sure how I’ll ever tell Clutch, Gauge and Axle apart. I can see, when I look at pictures, that there are differences in their faces, but then I look at them in person, and I am completely clueless! This likely means that I’m going to get out the fingernail polish and put a dab on two of the three so I can tell them apart for now; I expect that by the time the polish wears off, I’ll know who’s who. That’s how it usually works.
I have a few pictures of hissy kittens that I took the first day they got here. They were reacting to the camera, not me, and by yesterday morning the hissing was completely done. Which is good, because if nothing else these guys have to learn to live with the camera, am I right?
Clutch the hissypants.
Dynamo’s the brave one, apparently.
“I’ve said my piece and counted to three, lady.”
Clutch, Gauge, Fender and Cruise.
“Did I say ‘no camera’? Because I’m thinkin’ I did.” (Cam)
“I SAID NO CAMERA!”
“Why you buggin’ us?”
I feel very judged right now.
Pictures do no justice to just how pretty Ryder is.
Serious little Solenoid.
“Rub da belly, lady!” (Pulley)
Fender and his casual monkey walk over to see if the milk bar is open is cracking me UP.
“Who, meeee?”
So before Steve delivered the kittens, I set up the room so that there were little litter boxes in most of the corners of the room, and then put a couple of large litter boxes in the closet for Ryder. The kittens showed zero interest in the litter boxes that were out in the room, immediately went into the closet and peed on the floor (thankfully there were washable pee pads all over the floor; those things are so handy.) So I moved a couple of the small litter boxes into the closet and first they used those, then they started climbing into Ryder’s litter boxes and using those as well. So as of this moment all the litter boxes are in the closet and the kittens are using them like the brilliant babies they are.
I also made a super comfy spot on one side the room – folded up a big, plush blanket and then put a cat bed on top of it. When I first took the kittens out, I put them on the cat bed. They stayed there for a few minutes, then wandered off to explore, and they haven’t been near the comfy spot again. Where do they sleep? Either directly on the hardwood floor (I mean, of course) or in the toe of the Croc shoe bed (you’d think 9 kittens would fill that bed up completely, but there’s actually plenty of room to grow). They’ve also piled up and fallen asleep under the ess scratcher too, so I’m thinking they like having something over their heads. I’ll have to poke around in the storage area and see what else I’ve got that they might like. (They’ll completely ignore whatever I find and bring them, I’m sure, but it doesn’t hurt to try!)
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When it’s hot out (it’s been sweltering here lately, and I am impatiently waiting for cooler weather), Newt likes to hang out in the kitchen window so he can look outside if he wants, but stays cool. He’s no dummy!
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Previously
2017: They’re turning into real cats now – they use the litter box like champs, they eat on their own, they race around like their tails are on fire.
2016: Awwww, wittle baby Hemlock!
2015: No entry.
2014: When he gets really excited, his suave and debonair exterior slips, and he lets his Alabama shine through.
2013: Meadow would like you to TALK TO THE PAW.
2012: Tony Rocky Magoo + red straw = true love forevah.
2011: Tucker’s all “WHY I NEVER!” Hee!
2010: “I am hanging out with my bo’friends, lady. You go away!”
2009: But Bill apparently decided that it was time for his eyelips to GO, and ::SPROINGGGG!:: off they went!
2008: No entry.
2007: It’s a good thing he’s so cute.
2006: Maddy and Miz Poo come face-to-face over Tigger. And then Miz Poo ran away from the terrifying kitten.
2005: So, that’s been my day thus far, and it’s not even noon. I think I need a nap.