Can you believe the kittens are TWO WEEKS OLD now? There’ll be update pictures of each of them tomorrow. They’re now at the stage where they’re aware that there’s a world out there. Now that all their eyes are open (or mostly open), the hissing has stopped, which I’ll kinda miss (though of course we have the sideways skittering to look forward to!)
That’s Laura on top of the pile, yawning and stretching.
Mary takes a look at the world beyond the carrier.
Yesterday I decided that I’d try moving the kittens to the big crate again. Last time I did it, Caroline moved them all back to the carrier and gave me a dirty look and made me feel bad. But that carrier is so SMALL with that growing litter taking up all that room. So I moved them all to the big red crate, left the carrier under the built-in desk in case she wanted to move them back, and then set up a SECOND big crate. At night, Caroline has spent roughly 1/3 of her time with the kittens, 1/3 of her time hanging out on her own, and 1/3 of her time snuggled up with Charles in the big crate (which I’d been referring to as “the honeymoon suite.”) I thought they might like to continue snuggling up in a big crate, so if they want to, it’s there.
This is what the setup looks like for now.
Red crate on the left containing the kittens, green crate is the “honeymoon suite” (note that Charles is checking it out) and the carrier the kittens had been in is on the right.
Charles approved of the new setup.
Caroline wasn’t sure what she thought, though she didn’t move the kittens back.
Then she pushed the blankets away from the back of the crate and flopped down.
Albert decided it was time to open his eyes. (He does have all 4 legs, his front left leg is kind of tucked back a little.)
Mary is learning the art of taking a bath. She’s such a smart girl.
Almanzo takes a look at the world beyond the crate…
And finds it lacking.
Ma and Pa have a snuggle.
Edited to add: Caroline started acting kind of freaked out that Charles could sit next to the crate and look through at Caroline nursing the kittens, so I ended up moving them back to the small carrier before bed last night. I may move them to the big crate later this morning if Caroline doesn’t mind, or I may leave them where they are and let her move them if she wants to. I should probably just leave them and stop worrying about how much room they (don’t) have, but I think we all know me better than that.
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Alice Mo, such a hussy.
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Previously
2018: Fred finds newborn kittens to be just about the most boring thing on the face of the planet because he is utterly insane.
2017: Then Jake tried to mind-meld with Stefan, who rebuffed the move.
2016: No entry.
2015: Peter wishes HE could have a turn on the scratcher. SIGH.
2014: Ear cleanliness is important to Ferdinand.
2013: One thing I do know, though: I have zero control over the color that her kittens are, so I’ll take what she gives me and I’ll be grateful!
2012: “Ho hum, hanging out here in the air again.”
2011: No entry.
2010: Seriously, how ADORABLE were baby Sugarbutt and Tommy?
2009: Samba, running around like a wild thing.
2008: I realized yesterday that I never told y’all any of Joe Bob’s back story.
2007: I really think that seven cats is just too many for us to have on a permanent basis. Six really feels like the right number for us. (Oh, poor naive, silly, deluded 2007 Robyn.)
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.