Two down, one to go

Pudding and Pip (shelter didn't like Pudding Pop) were neutered on Wednesday and came through it like troopers.  Mom showed some signs of discomfort, but only if you handled her.  The went in Thursday night to get ready to be adopted for Friday.  They needed some vaccines and deworming, but they selttled in ok and were fine when I left.

I feel a little bad that I wasn't more attached to them, but on the other hand it was a good thing.  They didn't need "ME", just someone to pat them, and feed them.  They will adjust nicely into new homes, and that is a good thing.  I don't think for a second they are going to miss me.

I came home and did a quick clean up of the kitten room.  swept up the debris, and picked up all the dry food (hid it so Doug couldn't break into it) and made it ready for his majesty's arrival.  I put his dinner down there, and tested him before bringing him down.  He was quite excited to be brought out of the office, and was perky and alert and happy to be carried until I hit the stairs.  Since he's never been allowed downstairs I'm sure it was a new experience for him.  He got quite concerned and tried to jump down.  I made it into the kitten room with him, and then let him down to explore.

He didn't care one iota for the food, but spent the next 20 minutes exploring the room.  Looking in the litter boxes, jumping up on the window boxes, sniffing EVERYTHING..   He wasn't upset just really curious.  I tried to pat him about 10 minutes in and I got a nice growl in return for my kindness.  I sat there for another 10 minutes and watched him.  He was fine.  Did not appear stressed at all.  He finally hunkered down and took a few bites of the food.

Then something caught his attention.  Apparently when I was cleaning, I missed a few rouge pieces of dry food that were shoved under the ottoman.  Now Doug had an activity to keep him busy.  He kept shoving his paw further and further under the ottoman, flipping himself almost upside down to try to reach even further.  He pulled out two pieces but that didn't stop him from trying to get more.  I doubt there was more under there but he was happy to have a goal to work towards. So I left him playing at that.

This morning he was happily sitting on the couch.  Testing was a lot easier then I expected it to be, and he pulled a 232 - pretty impressive.

Pudding Pop

I know it has been a while since I've updated on her.  She's good.  She is growing slowly, I do believe she is going to be a petite little girl - much like Kit.  I don't see her making weight before Christmas - and if they want her to be much more then 2.5 lbs, then it will probably be the new year.

She is really cute and fun, but she is NOT a cuddler.  She loves running up my leg and landing on my lap in a "tada!" type fashion, but just as quick she's gone running after something else.  This means she doesn't have a whole lot of use for me, so I don't spend a heck of a lot of time with her.  I'm sad about this, but it is good in a way as I've got so much going on.  She's just as happy to see me if I spent two minutes or two hours with her.  She's got a great little personality and is a lot of fun.  Her new home will really enjoy her - and I can't take much credit for it.  She came all happy like.  She needs another outing or two, and she'll get them next week as she still shows some concern for new experiences and loud noises.

She is really cute when it comes to meal time.  Because she's still so small she can run easily under her mom.  Reminds me of those cartoons of the little chihuahua running around under the taller dog.  She didn't start eating reliably on her own till she was nine or ten weeks.  Mom let her nurse and often would nurse while mom was eating.  They don't eat a heck of a lot, but they are doing very well.  Ollie spend a lot of time looking in the foster room - which is very new.  DH thinks that he's got a crush on Pudding.  Skippy spends a lot of time sitting by the door wanting to get into the kitten room - much as all of my other previous fosters did.

Dory and Roary or Pudding and Pudding Pop?

I went down this morning to feed Dory and I called her Pudding as a term of endearment. Just as I had finished my morning greeting, Roary jumped out at me, so I said "Hi Pudding Pop!". I thought those were really cute names, and am considering changing them.

I only called her Dory, because she was being fostered by a woman named Dory, and I came to associate that name with the cat. *shrug* we'll see what happens. Calling a little girl kitten "Pop" might not work out for me.

The kitten is getting independent and interactive. She is playing with toys now, attacking feet, and as of this evening able to jump up on the couch! she might be all of five weeks old..

I also found out she is interested in using the litter box. The area around the box had some spilled litter I just hadn't gotten around to sweeping up. Well there were several small urine puddles in the litter and one poop. So I cleaned and swept the area, and told her that if she can jump up on the couch, she can climb into the litter box :)

So, what do you think I should call them? Leave a comment...

Dory & Rory

It has been a while since I updated you with a photo of my newest foster kitten.  She is a little spit fire, that is for certain.

Dory the mom is another Tweedle.  She's very slow on the uptake but as sweet as can be.  She's overly picky with food too... and is yet another cat who does NOT like Iam's cat food.

Kitten saga

So I got an email last week asking me if I could take a kitty that weekend.  Then I got a call saying I didn't need to pick her up that weekend, but the next would be fine.  Well I got a call today that the kitty COULDN'T stay at the place where she was (with a staff member) because the landlord was going to do an inspection that week so could I come get her today?

Which of course I could.  I didn't do much more than give mom some food (which she growled while she ate) and set them up in the cage (and take a few photos).  No names, no real information except the baby is a girl, and her eye closed up on her after opening.  I'll have to take her back in about five weeks for FIV/FELV testing, but things seem like this will be an easy one.  *crosses fingers and knocks on wood*

I'm so sorry Skippy..

I so wanted you to have the perfect for you home. I wanted you to have family that could give you all the love you could possibly handle.  I wanted you to not have to put up with a pack of kitties watching you pee, and having to struggle for food.  I wanted you to have your choice of laps to curl up in when ever you wanted to.

I just couldn't handle the 'what ifs' of leaving you at the shelter.  I could not deal with the possibility that you would end up in a situation like you were in before, and being returned to the shelter again - or worse..

So I struck a bargain with the shelter, and I traded for you.  I had some old aquariums in the basement, and in the middle of an email exchange about a foster situation for a cat found in the middle of the road last week* I jokingly suggested that I trade for you, and she took me up on it.  She knew how upset I was at leaving you at the shelter, and how much of a toll on me it was taking to come visit you every couple of days and to keep leaving you there.. so I ran to the shelter after work, signed the paperwork, and brought you home with me.

and now you have to put up with my crew harassing you, and when I took you down to the litter box (because you seemed to be looking for your litter box in the bathroom where it was the last time you were here) you had all seven of them watching you pee.  Will you ever know peace?  Will my crew ever accept you?  Will you find a lap to cuddle on when you need it?

I love you so much.. I hope you are happy here.



*the new foster is coming on Saturday.  She was found in the middle of the road, either hit or thrown from a car.  She was pregnant at the time, but she ended up aborting.  They said her kittens were the size of mice, so it must have been several weeks before the due date.  They had a week old kitten who needed a mom, so they matched them up, and it worked out nicely, except for the fact that she is being fostered by a staff member who is not allowed pets in her home.