In case you missed it on Friday, or in yesterday’s Weekly Roundup post, Friday afternoon this happened…
Clutch and Cam adopted together, yay!
By Friday evening, they had already made themselves at home.
I actually delivered them myself, and when I opened the carrier to let them out to explore, Clutch stomped right on out, his tail held high, and explored every inch of his new home in no time flat. Cam was a little slower and more methodical, but neither of them was in the least bit timid. I’m so glad they went home together, because while they weren’t particularly bonded before they went to Petsmart, they definitely developed a bond while they were there together.
This means that Ryder’s Fleet (AND Ryder) have now all gone home, and that is wonderful!
I was weighing the kittens and one of them (the one with the blue dab on his/her ear) got kind of screamy (I was gentle!) so Caroline came running and climbed in with them, and then Charles was like “Everything okay in there?” and Caroline was like “Yes. Weird lady can’t keep her hands to herself” and Charles was like “Ugh. TELL me about it.”
Saturday morning (maybe it was Friday afternoon) I marked the kittens’ ears with a tiny dab of nail polish. So now we’ve got a Yellow, a Pink, a Blue and an Orange (though when the nail polish needs to be reapplied, Orange will likely become Green because the orange looks a lot like the pink in pictures).
Caroline is such a great mother, and it’s all coming so naturally to her. She’s relaxed and confident, and doesn’t mind leaving them alone in the foster room while she takes a quick nap with Charles. I think Charles misses her a bit, but she is making a point of spending time with him, I even heard them upstairs playing at one point yesterday.
I fully expected that, having the run of the upstairs during the day, Caroline might decide to move the kittens to another spot, but not only is she NOT moving them out of the room, she’s not even moving them out of the carrier. I’ll be interested to see if she moves them in the near future (I mean, that big ol’ crate is RIGHT there and ready for occupancy!), because the kittens have gone from a collective weight of 1 pound, 2.7 ounces, to 1 pound, 12.1 ounces. (I weighed them yesterday, and they range in weight from 5.1 to 6.1 ounces.) Of course, given the tight space they were occupying less than a week ago, they probably don’t feel all that cramped!
Here’s a quick video. Charles likes to check in on Caroline and the kittens every so often. During one check-in he cleaned Caroline’s face a little, and then he licked a kitten a few times. I’m not sure he meant to lick that kitten’s back side (there’s this pause where you can nearly see the “What the -?!” thought balloon over his head), but kudos for trying to help, Pa. (Sorry about the video not being great, but I think you can make most of it out.)
2018: No entry.
2017: No entry.
2016: Why this picture got 11,000+ views, I do not know.
2015: No entry.
2014: Maria’s not the only one in that litter with a mile-long tail, as you can see.
2013: I accused Fred of sneaking by Petsmart and poking Lunk in the eye so he’d have to come back here.
2012: Emmy comes to Crooked Acres!
2011: “I’m the KING! OF! THE TRASH CAN!”
2010: No entry.
2009: Kitten says, “I lurve you.”
2008: Mister Boogers is no dummy.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.