It’s a Clover in a basket, bein’ cute.
And a Hollyhock under the scratcher, doing the same.
Bramble’s checking things out.
Mimosa approves of the scratcher; does not approve of kittens climbing.
Mimosa watching Bramble, who is a blur.
“That one’s gonna be trouble, lady.”
Hollyhock and Bramble in the top of the little blue cat tree, keeping an eye on me.
They’ve decided they’re tree dwellers.
Over the weekend the kittens expanded their territory quite a bit – they now sleep on the little blue cat tree and the hammock next to it. I put the crate away and moved things around so they have more space to race around like crazy things. They’re all eating solid food (and still nursing when Mimosa allows it), and using the litter box like little champs. I’ve moved their litter boxes into the litter closet (right inside the door), and had started to think that maybe they wouldn’t show any interest in Mimosa’s litter box, when I walked in to find Mondo using it.
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Newt wonders if I might see my way clear to providing a little snack for him. (I did.)
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) over the weekend.
Kudzu snoopervises Bramble’s slurping technique.
There’s a whole lotta biting going on in that basket.
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Hollyhock is a BOOP evader.
Clover and the adorable spotted belly.
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Spittin’ kittens. (Okay, just one spit. But a discussion of how this is the spittingest litter of kittens EVER.)
Mondo’s playing follow-the-Mama.
Good night innernets! We have a million soft, comfy places to sleep, so we’re going to sleep here on the hard, cold floor and look miserable because we like to drive our foster mom NUTS.
The kittens are spreading out and exploring other areas of the room!
Look how casually Clover goes climbing up that scratcher post! And how Kudzu’s all “Yeah? I’m on the shelf. So? We is growing up!”
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Climbin’, climbin’, climbin’. Of course they’re going to climb up the couch. It’s not like they have a bunch of scratchers they could be climbing or anything.
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Playing, skitterbugging, and bonking our heads on the cabinet door. It’s been a full day in the kitten room. (I love how halfway through the video Kudzu comes strolling out of the cabinet, all “What’s goin’ on out here, guys?”)
I walked into the room, and Hollyhock and Mondo (top) and Bramble were just sitting here on the scratcher, acting like it was no big deal.
Good night innernets (and shut that door, lady! We sleepin’ here!)
Clover smilin’ in the sun.
Mimosa has a mid-day snooze.
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Mondo does a slight skitter… and Mimosa was hungry, ate all her canned food and would like me to get it in gear and give her some more food NOW, please.
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I thought Kudzu was going to need a hand down from the cat tree, but when he realized there was litterbox snoopervising to do, he figured it out on his own!
Bramble and Hollyhock in the Toastycat bed. I keep hoping to walk in and see all 5 of them stuffed in there, but so far nada.
Good night innernets. (Hollyhock & Mondo)
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Previously
2021: Yes, as you know there are NOT 70 soft and snuggly places to sleep in the foster room so that these poor wee muffinheads have to cram themselves onto the bottom of that scratcher.
2020: No entry.
2019: They have a combined weight of nearly 11 pounds, which is 4 pounds MORE than Caroline weighs.
2018: Katarina and the Crazy Eyes.
2017: I mean, I don’t know. You think Andouille might be a bit of a mama’s boy?
2016: MWAH!
2015: “Hey! I can’t see you, but I know you’re there and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
2014: “HALLO, INTERNET PEOPLES.”
2013: Buttercup whispering in Leia’s ear. “Say hello to your public, PRINCESS BRATTY.”
2012: “I appear to have gotten myself into quite a pickle.”
2011: McMaos, named.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: He seems to like having the run of the house, if the fact that he ran around like a bat out of hell the entire time is anything to judge by.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
I see Newt, read your caption, and hear Pooh-bear inquiring about honey. So perfect!
Those kittens are growing so ding-dang fast! Love watching their personalities emerge.
I love this thought!! I can hear it too!
Newt’s little face!! Oh my goodness. I want to squish him.
Honestly, I’m pretty sure that sleeping everywhere BUT the bed is part of Learning to Cat.
Isn’t THAT the truth!!
It looks like Kudzu’s gray is getting darker. Is it?
I don’t think so, but let me look at some pictures and compare!
Bit of a morbid question to ask, but have you ever lost a kitten in your years of fostering pregnant mommas and bottle babies?
A few years ago wee fostered three (two boys, one girl) kittens. Got the girl, Ashildr, first at two weeks old and the boys, Selby and Vidar, about four days later. Ashildr was smaller than a newborn and literally skin and bones. The first 24 hours were very touch-and-go with her. All three took lots of love and care but thrived, in the end, and were all adopted to the same home.
Yet, I have lost other kittens in years gone by: giardia, fading kitten syndrome, etc. I remember them all and treasure their memory.
Just wondered on your experience, as I only started following with this most recent litter.
There’ll be a longer answer to this in Friday’s post, but the short answer is that I’ve been very, very lucky – of the 464 cats/kittens we’ve fostered, we’ve only lost 9.