Thank you so much for the Norbulletin, Kirsten. You know we love seeing that boy’s sweet face!
A shot of all four kittens! Plus one stuffed black kitten. Winnie had that stuffed kitten in with TC while he was at her house, so he wouldn’t be lonely. I’ve never actually seen the kittens play with it, but it moves all OVER the room, so someone must be having fun.
I should have mentioned this in Friday’s post, but didn’t even think of it – Lizzy came through her spay with no problems at all. I half expected that when I got her home, her siblings would be all hissy toward her, but she spent a good part of the night in the carrier I brought her home in (with the door propped open), and at one point I peeked in to see that TC was curled up in the carrier next to her. Awwww.
Molly still hisses at Lizzy from time to time, but she still hisses at Fred, too. Given that she purrs the instant we touch her, I’m going to guess that hissing is just her way of communicating. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard her meow. Maybe she hisses instead of meowing? The other night they were all running around playing, and Lizzy kept deliberately running right by Molly, and Molly would hiss. Which just made Lizzy do it more, needling her the way sisters do.
Yesterday morning I opened the door to the closet – which is where we put the litter boxes, usually. But these guys were so scared when we got them, that I’m pretty sure they would have spent all their time hiding in there. They were somewhat interested in the closet, checked it out, but didn’t spend much time in there once I opened the door. I set up litter boxes in there for them, which they immediately started using, so I moved the two that were in the foster room into the closet. I very much prefer to keep the litter boxes in the closet, because when they’re in the room itself, I swear I spend all my time sweeping up the scattered litter.
I always worry that Sugarbutt is going to go sliding out of that bed, into the trash can. He hasn’t done it yet, but there’s always a first time! I always try kind of ease him back toward the back of the bed, but he inevitably ends up in this precarious-looking position. At least the trash can would be a soft place to land.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: Angry Muppet is annoyed.
2010: “My nose is dirty and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
2009: If that look on her face doesn’t say “smug”, I don’t know what does.
2008: I suppose I can live with being woken up at 4 in the morning, stumbling to the door, and opening it to let them out into the house.
2007: No entry.
2006: Last night, I had every kitten but Merry asleep in my lap
2005: No entry.