Renee says:
I was wondering if I might petition for your assistance. I am participating in a global scavenger hunt – Gishwhes. It is a bit of insanity mixed with creativity. Some of the items are designed to help others, including animals and wildlife, and others are just designed for fun and to get people socializing with others. One of the items is to get 400 responses on a survey regarding how you brush your teeth. The survey needs to be completed by Friday evening.
This is a link to my survey if you would be willing to ask your followers to complete it for me – it only takes 1 or 2 minutes tops.
And just for the obligatory kitty pic, I’ve attached one that you can feel free to include – kitty’s name is Grayson.
If you guys wouldn’t mind taking that survey, it’ll take you three clicks – it took me about 10 seconds to do. Click-click-click and you’re done. Couldn’t be any easier!
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When I went to bed Tuesday night, Mercury was looking at me like this.
(This might be my favorite picture of her. She is SO gorgeous!)
“You run along now, human. No babies here!”
I checked on her a couple of times after Fred went to bed, and checked the last time a little after midnight. She was fine, she was sacked out in the middle of the floor, sound asleep. So I felt safe in going to bed. Because I had tossed and turned the night before, I fell asleep hard and woke about 4:30 with a start. I went up to check on her, intending to make it a quick peek before I went to bed, and she was all…
“Good morning, SUCKER.”
She had gone into the crate and dug around in the bedding so that the washable pee pad was upside down under her, and she gave birth to those kittens on pad, in the back of the crate, somehow not getting one single drop of blood on the baby blanket.
I did a quick look and count, came up with five kittens, and pretty much left her alone, peeking in on her every 15 or 20 minutes. When the sun was up and Fred wasn’t busy, we went in to change out the bedding. Fred got the kittens out and coaxed Mercury out, and I quickly changed out the pad and the blanket. And that’s when I realized we had six kittens, not five. The sixth must have been hiding behind her or under her tail, is all I can guess. The kittens were all dry and goop-free, so I’m pretty confident that she didn’t birth one last kitten in between visits from me.
I feel like this might be around the time the reality of the situation hit her.
Oh, the STRIPES.
So Fred took a peek yesterday afternoon and we believe we’ve got three girls and three boys. Pardon these pictures, because they aren’t the best, but they should give you the basic idea.
Brown tabby boy.
Brown tabby and white girl.
Brown tabby boy.
Girl. I can’t quite decide – she mostly looks like a white and black “cow kitty”, but she’s got some brown around her ears, and a striped tail, so… I guess we’ll see.
Brown tabby girl.
Brown tabby and white boy.
Y’all, these kittens are the MOST chill kittens ever. I picked them up, I handled them, I gave them quick little kisses, and not a scream was heard. There were a few polite little “Lady, if y’don’t mind?” noises, but other than that, they just wiggled around and let me do whatever. They must get their chillitude from their mama.
Are we going to have fun with these babies? Why, yes. I think we are!
Under Mercury’s foot.
Left alone for a moment while Mercury went to eat.
Kitten as fashion accessory.
Belly up to the milk bar, kids.
Pile o’ cute.
“Oh dear lord.”
“Hold up, my dear lady. Can you direct me to the nearest milk bar? I’m parched!”
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Video! Newborn kittens at the milk bar (with some gratuitous violence near the end).
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Oh, my Dennis. Isn’t that boy GORGEOUS?
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Previously
2016: Hemlock gets his daily massage.
2015: Meet the Swimmers!
2014: No entry.
2013: Ever had one of those days?
2012: And you thought this fostering thing was all glitz and glamour!
2011: It was delightful.
2010: No entry.
2009: Mondays? They’re exhausting.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: So cute, these two.