Before we get to the kittens, first some news:
1. Lilybet was adopted last night! She went to a home where she’s the only cat, and so I imagine that she will be one very spoiled girl.
2. Frances reported earlier this week that Baby Beans‘s mama stopped by Petsmart during adoption hours to give a progress report. She’s now calling him Beans (which I think is a pretty perfect name), and she’s allowing him to socialize at his own pace, she isn’t pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He’s getting along well with his older sibling, and he’s slowly coming around. There have actually been a few instances of snuggling with his mama. That doesn’t surprise me at all – I think that deep down, he’s a loverboy, it just takes time for him to relax and let it show. It sounds like he ended up in a home that couldn’t possibly be more perfect for him!
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The buff boy is both a photo hog (he was in 90% of the pictures I’ve taken of them) and also a drama queen. I accidentally brushed him with my hand when I was giving Khaleesi her plate of food, and he SCREAMED like I’d beaten him. Khaleesi gave me A Look.
He’s going to be a force to be reckoned with, that one.
The brown tabby girl and the black tuxie boy seem to spend a lot of time snuggling together.
He kinda looks like he’s laughing here, but he was actually hissing at me. HISSING. Brat.
It took a long time (and a lot of pictures) to get this shot of the black tuxie’s face. He likes to burrow underneath the other kittens.
Oh lord, check out those little pink toes. Think he’d mind if I licked them, just to see if they taste like cotton candy? (The answer, I suspect, is that he’d scream at the top of his lungs, and then Khaleesi would revoke visiting privileges.)
I think the buff boy is going to be the Charming of this litter.
Yes, she looks like Spanky – and no, we’re not keeping her.
That dark mass in the middle of the pile of kittens is the black tuxie and the brown tabby somehow twisted together.
And then Buff Boy was like “Let me go ahead and drape across you.”
I would like to point out that gray tuxie and black tuxie BOTH have white stripes in the middle of their foreheads. It’s like they truly ARE related! (Black tuxie is the orphaned kitten, in case you’d forgotten.)
Khaleesi and the babies are doing really well. I’ve been putting her food in the crate with her so that she can eat without leaving the babies if she wants to, and she’s been eating just about everything I’ve given her. She did take a break from the crate yesterday for a while – I went in, and she was stretched out on the floor, and came over to be petted for a good long time. She certainly keeps a close eyes on those babies, though. She’s serious about this mothering thing!
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They certainly do like this track toy; someone’s always playing with it.
Last night, Fred said (jokingly) that we should just keep all the black foster cats who come through because they’re all particularly awesome. He said this as he was petting Jareth, who we’ve nicknamed “Bear” (and pronounce “bar”, like Sissy Spacek in Coal Miner’s Daughter – Stoppa that growlin’, Doo. You sound like a old bar growlin’).
Aslan, comfy in his bed of kittens. And look at Leia back there, all “::fume:: Look at him, laying there so SMUG. God, he’s SMUG.”
Leia: “What’s YOUR problem?”
Buttercup: “OW OW OW YOU’RE ON MY TAIL!”
Glamourpuss.
“WAZZUUUUUUUUUUP!”
“Madame, I don’t believe I care for your tone.”
“I am but a wee kitteh who needs a kiss. And then I will bite your nose.”
Yesterday, we started letting Kate out of the foster room so that she could have the run of the house. So far, it’s going well. She gets a little growly when Corbie starts following her around, but there’s only been a bit of growling and the occasional hiss, no smacking or chasing (yet!)
The kittens don’t even seem to realize she’s not there, until she comes back into the room. When they see her, it’s like a light goes on in their tiny little marshmallow-Fluff stuffed brains, and they stop what they’re doing and run over to her, screaming “MAMA! MAMA! WE MISSED YOU!” Kate just grumps at them and licks their heads and then looks at me like “Why did I want to come back in here, again? Remind me?”
Aslan, who has until now refused to eat canned food, finally gave in. That makes all five of them partaking in the morning and evening snack times, at 6 1/2 weeks old. I think that’s pretty good – litter box usage seems to be at 100%, they’re all eating on their own. They’re still too small to be out in the house, but their time is coming, maybe another couple of weeks.
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Loony Jake, flirting with Newt. He flirts with everyone, that Jake.
Silly little loon.
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Previously
2012: I love how Newbery can barely stand the excitement and has to hug Darwin close while he keeps his eye on the feather teaser. And doesn’t she look pleased?
2011: “I was SLEEPIN’, lady. I had a hard night. Of sleepin’. Followed by a hard day. Of sleepin’. You gettin’ the theme here?”
2010: AGGH.
2009: Ingrates!
2008: No entry.
2007: Do you see what I see?
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.