Yesterday was Toesday, so I thought it would be a good time to trim the kittens’ claws. This is the second time I’ve done it. Most of the kittens were pretty good about it, and even stayed in my lap for a few minutes afterward.
Hollyhock likes getting her nails did.
Kudzu’s not sure what happened.
And Clover said “Are you QUITE finished, lady?”
I didn’t get a picture of Bramble, but he was pretty good about it, only complained when I got to the last couple of claws (he wanted me to hurry it up, I think.) Mondo was the only one who gave me a hard time, but I was able to get his claws completely trimmed before he ran off to play. It’s always easiest to trim them when the kittens are sleepy, and except for Mondo they were all settling down for a nap when I decided it was time to trim.
I did not, however, trim Mimosa’s claws, because she wasn’t having it. I may need Fred’s assistance to get hers trimmed. (He’ll hold and distract her while I do the trimming.)
Mondo and Kudzu are all “How YOU doin’?”
Bramble and Kudzu give the Ham-mick a try.
Bramble in the Fruittasan.
Yep. They’ve started taking over Mimosa’s tree.
The kittens are 7 weeks old today! No big news to report – they’ve hit all the important milestones already, so we get to just enjoy them. The only kitten who immediately comes over and starts eating when I put out the plates of canned food is Mondo, though Bramble and Kudzu are starting to realize there’s a routine. Clover and Hollyhock both eat when they feel like it (in other words: I’ve not been able to get any pictures of all 5 kittens and Mimosa around a plate of food. YET.)
Mimosa is completely out of heat, thankfully, and her spay is on Monday, so I think we’re going to be lucky enough to avoid another round of yowling.
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Newt thinks this cold weather (relatively speaking: we do live in Alabama, after all) is for the birds and he’s ready for spring. ANY time now, please.
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It’s been a couple of weeks since I posted an eye-color collage, so here you go! The blue is mostly gone, just a tiny bit around the edge of their irises. I expect Kudzu and Hollyhock will end up with amber eyes like their mama, and the other three to have green eyes – but we’ll see what happens over the next few weeks.
Look look look who it is! It’s Canasta’s daughter Fizzbin (she’s now Betty)! The top picture is her exactly a year ago – and on bottom is what she looked like (and what she spent her day doing!) Michelle reports that Betty is sweet, cuddly and playful. Awww, happy girl!
(Thanks, Michelle!)
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Hollyhock loves her mama!
It’s Taco Tuesday, so Kudzu brought his mama a fish taco. He’s a sweetheart like that. (Just kidding… right after I took this picture, he picked up the fish taco toy and trotted away with it!)
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It’s play time in the kitten room (it’s ALWAYS play time in the kitten room!) and they are crazy, crazy, craaaaaazy!
It’s Toesday, so please admire the beans on Bramble. I love that he has one black toe and the others are pink. (If I were truly dedicated, I’d have snapped a picture of the toes on his front feet, but that didn’t occur to me until just now. Maybe for next week!)
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Behold Bramble and his graceful ways! So amazing, that boy. 🥰
Good night innernets. (Clover and his teddy.)
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Previously
2021: All 6 kittens are present in this picture, but Pinochle is in the back sound asleep and you can’t see his face.
2020: “I don’t believe you are,” said Javier. “I believe perhaps I am.”
2019: No entry.
2018: (In the background, Brian Boitano’s all “Did someone mention extra toes?!”)
2017: Love & Hisses: come for the pictures, stay for the cluelessness.
2016: “We hears the sound of nursing, lady!”
2015: Rickles invites Gilda to smell his foot.
2014: No entry.
2013: “OMC!” says Jareth. “My hair DOES smell terrific!”
2012: “GET OFF MY CAT TREE!”
2011: “My paw smells funny.”
2010: “They’re gonna take a sample of what from my where, now?”
2009: “Hey, Mister, you sure smell purty!”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
I hope the kittens’ forever homes appreciate that you’re teaching them to tolerate claw clipping. Goober tolerates it, but Bubba cries like a baby (not to mention turning into an acrobatic escape artist) when I do his. And I especially love the picture of Clover and his teddy bear.
Awwwww Grandpa Newt. Please give him a kiss for me.