the good, the bad (or maybe just not so good) and the miserable

Jack is home. He hates the little "band aid" they put on his foot where his catheter was. *sigh* I was such a bad mom for not paying better attention to him.

The new mom kitty finally started eating. Shredded turkey and cheese did it. It's barely eating, but it's eating. The baby girl is eating too. For the moment her name is Marie.. or Isabel. She needs something cute and sweet. She prances around in the most adorable way. The boy is named Leo. Hubby came up with it. it very much fits. He's a brute. 1lb 8 oz. his sister is 1' 4 oz. The black set is over 2 lbs now.. man that snuck up on me.

I'm still down in the dumps over this whole thing with Jack, and what not. He's fine, but I just want to cry. I want to call out sick from work tomorrow, but someone has to pay for his $300 bill. Caught the dr trying to gouge me again. Boy, that irritates me. Second time he's charged me for a full blood profile and didn't do one. He also charged me for three units of hospitalization. They weren't full days, and he was only there two nights, so that makes absolutely no sense. I just want to throw rotten eggs at his truck.

my bit of humor for the day - see previous post first

Okay, so I'm sitting here at the computer feeling pretty low, miserable and useless. I hear banging in the kitchen. My house is the cats home, so they are pretty free to do what they want, but the hubby and I prefer that they don't get on the counters for safety and sanitation reasons. I left an empty can of beans on the counter this morning, and while sitting here at the computer I hear banging as if one of the brood has jumped up on the counter and is licking the can. I yell from my chair to get down. This usually is followed by cats jumping down and scurrying away. I only hear more banging. So I get up from my chair and go into the kitchen to catch whoever is doing it.

I should pause here to give you a little background. Muffin is usually the one jumping on the counters. Twee will do it cause she sees Muffin doing it and thinks it must be okay (yes, she's a little slow) Emmy is old and arthritic. She also doesn't like to share litter boxes, so we are attempting to give her her own litter box by putting it in a box with a magnetic cat door. She thus has a magnetic "key" on her collar.

Well, I walk into the kitchen to find poor Emmy up on the counter - and yes she does know better - with a can attached to her collar and she's so confused as to how to get it off that she was afraid to jump down. I just giggled softly, walked up, took the can off her and walked away. She jumped down from counter, to lower counter, to chair, to floor, and I'm assuming hid. She's so amusing since I started her on cosequin and herbs. She's like a new kitty. 15 and getting in trouble. How awesome is that?

PS I recently read Jaz's comment about the $125 adoption fee and wanted to hug her. She can adopt one of my kitties anytime! Unfortunately, most people don't see what a good deal it is. When the adoption fee was right around the same price as spaying, and you get everything else included it was easy. Convincing some people that it is better to get all that stuff done BEFORE you take a kitty home and fall in love with it and have to suffer through any problems, that's hard. It's obnoxious how some people are about "shelter animals". They want them for free. Saying it's better they get 'any home' than be killed. I'm sorry, that attitude just makes me want to smack you. My answer to that.. go.. get a free pet.. and gamble that it is healthy. If you care so little about the animal that you aren't willing to invest money in it, then we don't really want you to have one anyway..
*jumps off soap box and goes and hugs Emmy.

I need to be a stay at home fur mom

When it rains, it pours.. *ponders if I have blogged that before*

The little black kittens are still fighting off the calcivirus. The mom stopped eating after her brief meal on Saturday, and it looks like her milk has dried up. The new boy is doing well. Big, strong, robust, eating on his own. the girl, however, has no clue what food is and is suffering for it. I've been force feeding her, and causing her pale little tongue to turn pink again, but it doesn't last. I can only do it 2 or 3 times a day due to work. *sigh*

And now Jack is back in the hospital. He was doing the pee pee dance and looking uncomfortable. Please do not let him be blocked, please do not let him be blocked, please do not let him be blocked.. please.

That and work is getting nasty again. We finally have someone to enforce the rules, so the sales staff who never had to follow any are getting annoyed. The office staff is thrilled cause we have always been following the rules, and have been yelled at thoroughly by customers who dealt with sales staff that didn't. I soooo need a new job. Preferably one with subsidized health care for the fur kids.

newest addiction

Kitten Wars If you go, don't say I didn't warn you. oh wait.. I haven't warned you yet. Don't go. its addictive. there.. consider yourself warned.

adoption day

Well, I went. Hubby had projects to do around the house, so off I went. It was hard. Ginny wanted me to hold her. Caroline was hanging out in the back of the cage looking a little freaked, and Freya was very nervous. Ginny was the first to go. I wasn't thrilled with the look of the family. I tried to tell them she was a biter, but they didn't care. Went to a house with two boys, I wanted her to go with boys.. I hope she's happy.

Caroline went next to a nice couple who live right behind where I work. They were trying to decide between Freya and her. Freya had a couple who were interested in her but had to run home to get paperwork. I told them Freya possibly had a home, so they took caroline. Honestly, I think it was the right choice for everyone involved anyway. Caroline took to the man. I was happy with that one.

Freya.. poor Freya. The couple who went home decided not to come back. She almost went home with me at that point, but with the adoption fee up to $125 (for kittens under 6 months of age, $85 for older) But I kept my eye out. There was a young couple who seemed to have the right attitude - researched cats online, was happy when ones they came to look at were adopted - but she didn't seem to want to make a connection with her. So I hugged her some more and convinced myself NOT to run out the door with her. Finally, an older couple came in. They looked around the cat rooms trying to make a connection. Then they came out to the lobby where the kittens were and were looking. I brought Freya over and gave her to the lady. Freya is a shoulder sitter - which is fun, but she can't work her charm if the couple couldn't see her. But somehow the magic happened. The couple had just lost an older cat, and weren't sure they were ready for a new one, but came to look anyway. They have a dog at home - a papillon. They go to a vet I would much prefer they didn't, but I can't tell them why. - well okay, I can tell you.. cause he is too quick to jump to an FIP diagnosis when there is no proof of it. You can't diagnose FIP. You can only assume it is when everything else is ruled out. He gives up way WAY too easily. I don't like him. He runs an emergency clinic in the area, and from the stories I have heard, and my experiences with it, I wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole.

Anyway.. back to the nice lady. She made the decision that Freya had taken to her, and we went to the counter to do the paperwork. She snuggled with me as they filled out the paperwork, then after she wrote out the check, Freya got up from me, walked across the counter, and snuggled in with her new mom. It was PERFECT. Still made me want to cry cause I wanted her, but I don't think I could have made a better adoption... well ok, maybe with a different vet, and my own feelings on dogs color that situation, but I was happy with it.

And yes, I do miss her.

But I got to take home MORE kittens. I have a mom - who sadly to say is pretty unremarkable. Tan tiger. short haired, sweet but pretty homely. but her kittens.. woh. I could be in some trouble.