The kittens came through their spays and neuters just fine. Kathie reported that they DID NOT like being in cages, and I mentioned that to Fred, and then said “They’ve never been in cages at all, so I guess that’s not surprising.”
Fred said “They’ve never been anywhere but here!” He’s right – except for a couple of quick trips to the vet, with Regina there to soothe them (and they were really too small to understand anything), this house is the only place they’ve been. Every time I get kittens this tiny, I swear I’m going to start doing field trips so that they get used to traveling in the carriers, and to being away from home for a little while, and then I… don’t. Time gets away from me, I guess, but I really need to step up my game in the future!
Kathie also reported that various kittens were nursing on each others’ bellies – except for Art Vandelay, who was nursing on his own belly because he is one talented nutball. They were fine without Regina for the first week, but last weekend they started nursing on each others’ bellies. Chanandler is the most insistent about it, but they’re all doing it. I tried diverting them to a blanket, but they weren’t having it. At this point, I separate (and cuddle) the nurser from the nursee when I see it, but I’ve decided to just be glad there’s no genitalia involvement.
(For those who don’t know, when tiny kittens are without a mother, they will very often start nursing on each others’ genitalia, requiring tricks such as Bitter Apple application to the area to deter sucking, or cutting the end off baby socks and putting them on the kittens to protect the area, and if neither of those work, separating the kittens for a little while.)
Hopefully they’ll grow out of it!
Ken Adams, hanging out on the cat tree in my room.
They like this tree, because there are holes in the platform that they can look down through.
And up through!
Chanandler Bong checks out the situation.
“I can be on two levels at once!”
“Or I can hang out on this comfy curvy level!”
Ken, batting at Chanandler, who looks pretty amused.
Bert Macklin approves.
He’s moving on up.
The permanent residents like that cat tree, too. Very often, Jake can be found on the top level – and that tree is where Kara spends her nights. She’ll occasionally jump from the tree to the bed to keep me company, but most often she’s curled up on one of the curvy levels, snoozing away.
Susie (in the Chewy box), watching Stefan clean his belly.
Then Stefan noticed Susie, but Susie was distracted watching something in the dining room. She had no idea that Stefan was RIGHT THERE.
When she noticed him she fell backward, box and all, hissing while she fell. She’s a talented girl! (That’s Ken Adams’s ridiculously long tail down there in the left corner.)
Art Vandelay has a skeptical.
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Oh Dennis, you are such a FLIRT.
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Previously
2015: Carlin’s story & what Lucy thinks about it all.
2014: No entry.
2013: Aslan’s all “You see what I put up with, here?”
2012: Rupert says hi.
2011: That look on her face epitomizes ::SIGH::, doesn’t it?
2010: Reacher and Bolitar: Brudderly Love.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: We have officially named the kittens.