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I have the webcam running again.






The kittens are getting adventerous. Their teeth are just starting to come in too which is uber adorable. The tiniest boy is the first one out of the cage and 'runnin'. He has no idea where he is going, but he wants to get there. I think he might remember I gave him KMR once. Today I offered him a little smoosh of canned food, and he thought that was very tasty. None of the kits are super thrivers. They are getting by. The girl and the tiny boy are very very petite. The little gray boy is round and filled out, but he too isn't as plump as he could be. they are about three weeks old at this point, so they shouldn't be on food for at least another week, but I can't wait for them to do so.

Photo Hunts - Protect(ion)

Nothing like momma kitty protecting the baby...





Photo Hunts

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Here is my "Good Morning, yea yea yea, now where is my breakfast!" hiss


Sierra is not sure about things..


Oh NO! the kittens escaped the nest


Stop looking at the kittens and pat me! Garfield says.


I open the cage and mom assumes the standard position. Although if you take close note, there are an extra pair of feet in there. Poor kitten nursing got caught up


While mom is not interested in me, the kittens are


aren't these little guys cute?? it is too bad that mom is so stand-offish. She is beautiful. But because of the lack of warning before she lashes out I fear she won't ever come to accept me. I hope I'm wrong.

Apparently Jack is not a bed kitty.

the life of Jack includes problems with urinary issues. He has been producing alkaline urine while eating a higher carb raw food. So I have started supplementing him with a product to help acidify his urine. Every once in a while I need to lock him up with a litter pan that has special litter in it that tells me if the urine is too alkaline. I give him a meal of canned food watered down to soup consistancy (to ensure at some point in the day he has to go)

Well today was one of those days I locked him up.

I thought for fun I'd train the webcam on the bed so I could peek in on him.

Well.. he apparently doesn't sleep on the bed (unless I'm in it) cause not only has he not been on the bed the three times I've checked in on him, the folds in the comforter have not moved one iota.

so sad. No cute picts of Jack sleeping on the bed.

I got slashed

Ok, slashed is a little dramatic. I lost a drop of blood from where FM's claw hit me. At this point I am reluctant to give her a real name. Probably shouldn't, as every cat deserves a name. Maybe she might be more receptive to me if I had a name for her, but I fear if I name her, I'll attach to her. We'll see.

I like to offer feral kittens food, so they know food comes from the human, and thus the human is not all bad. It works with the kittens.

With FM, I watch her as I offer the food. She is cowering in the back as she always does when I enter the room and remove the covering from the cage. I slowly bring the food (or the bowl as in the other day) and very slowly (very slowly) inch it towards her. Letting her sniff at it. I watch her nose start twitching, so I move a millimeter more forward, and wait. often it is a few seconds after the last move, sometimes it is during the move, but she lashes out. No growl, no tensing up (well maybe she is just too tensed up to get any more tensed) no warning what so ever, just a fierce lashing. This time I was stupid to do it with out gloves or a towel and she got her claw into my index finger.

Don't really know how to handle this, because the bedding is getting to the point where it really needs to be changed out. I hate to say this, but I think I'll wait the few more days until the other crew goes back to their original foster home. Because Hunter and Garfield REALLY want to get into the cage to play with those babies..

I pulled the runt of the litter out last night to look at it. He had a little scab under his chin. He is small, and his eyes seem watery and he might have been a little dehydrated. I'm worried. But then again when am I not worried about kitties?