Friday, April 29, 2005
There is a lot more news than I have time to post at the moment, but I had to share some uber cuteness. I went into the kitten room yesterday, and there was a little blue fur mouse in the box with mom and the kittens. I have no idea where she found it, but I thought it was cute she was protecting it. I had to move the kittens into a different box, and later that night the blue mouse was in there with them too. Eliza is SUCH a good mom. She protects the kittens by sitting on them like a chicken. :)
Sunday, April 24, 2005
I went to check on Eliza after dinner tonight, and she had two. She just gave birth to two more (okay, it took several hours) and I think we are done. One gray and white, two tigers - one with white muzzle and feet, and one black and white. Once again the black one was the last to be born :)
I am pretty sure we have two girls and two boys... but at this age I could be wrong. tiger and white and black and white. The little tiger and white just LOOKS like a girl, all dainty and cute.
Man I love kittens
This cat of mine will NOT shut up. She's been crying for attention all night. I personally can't wait for the kittens to come out because I love kittens, but now also because it will give her something else to do besides destroy the cage and meow all night long.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Got a pregnant mom today. Should have been able to get her yesterday, but she escaped and was loose inside the shelter on Friday. they recaught her and now she is here. She is an absolute love, but not much on the other cats. You should have heard her hiss when Tweedle stuck her paw under the door. She's black and white and looks quite a bit like Eli, in a waif-y type way. I think Im going to call her Eliza. Eli is looking at me right now totally unimpressed. I totally need to clean his face, but I'm going to let it go. He quite often is good enough to get someone to help him out.
Back to Eliza. She seems like she is ready to give birth now. I fed her some wet food, and she sniffed at it as if interested, but then didn't eat... but who knows... could be another week or two.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I was awoken this morning to the sounds of my husband seeming to be upset. He called out "oh no" a couple of times. It sounded like he had forgotten to set his alarm and was distressed about oversleeping. Just an FYI, my hubby is not an overly emotional man. It's not that he doesn't show it, he himself has admitted that he often doesn't feel as deeply as he thinks he should. I then heard, honey you have to get up. I remember thinking, no I don't, I don't have to work for a while, but I sat up anyway. He was holding Tweedle and he said that she had gotten into some heating oil... At this, I was immediately awake. We recently ran out of oil and was without heat for two days. I saw Twee's little white paw was wet and red and heard her smacking her lips as if something very bad tasting was in there. I prompted my husband to get the dish-washing detergent and told him to turn up the heat in the bathroom with the bath tub. Washing Tweedle is NO easy feat. She has a VERY strong will, and does not scruff at all. She was totally not happy about it. I set the hubby off to search the internet for the "what to do". It was 5 am, so the local vet wasn't open. I filled the tub with warm water and set Twee on an upturned laundry basket. I calmly talked to her and told her that she needed to work with me. I got to the point where she was wet and soapy when she decided she had had enough. She started bucking and trying to climb the walls. Again, I tried to calm her, but she turned her head and put her mouth around my arm and bit down enough to leave an impression. I put her on the basket again and again tried to sooth her with my words, telling her that I just needed to rinse her and we'd be done. She was fine with her back end being in the water, but when I tried to get her front paws down, she again decided that she wasn't having any of that. I got a cup and started rinsing her while she stood on the basket. That worked. I washed her with dish soap and cat soap. fun fun. Afterward, I couldn't tell if she still smelled or if the smell was just in the house. I knew she ingested some, and couldn't find anything on the web, so I called the emergency clinic. They said to wash her with dish soap - which I did and just to keep an eye on her and watch for vomiting or other signs of distress. So we fed her and she ate. She seems grumpy and is holding that paw up when sitting down. So I'll be calling the vet in a little bit to see if there is anything they want to do for her.
Hubby initially was asking Twee why she would want to put her paw in oil. I kept my tone of voice light and explained that is what she does. Talking to Twee in that cute kitty voice, I did my best not to blame anyone for the incident. Hubby should have known better than to leave something like that out. The other cats wouldn't bother it, but Twee is known for her lack of judgement. She's a cute little thing, but not the brightest. I asked Hubby what he did with the oil after things had calmed down, and he said he put it outside. (just placed the bucket outside, not dumped it outside) so I joked that we'd now get wild animals covered with oil. Hopefully, he takes care of that this evening and puts it where it belongs.,
Monday, April 11, 2005
Monday, April 4, 2005
Okay. I'm going to admit it.. I WANT KITTENS!!! I was complaining to my hubby that I hadn't had any in a long time, and I bemoaned that with all the rain that cats weren't going to be in an amourous mood. He stopped me and reminded me that I was the type of person who didn't really want them to (you know.. the whole spay neuter thing) which is true.. but