So yesterday morning I decided that I couldn’t stand the idea of those babies rolling around on soiled bedding. It was driving me NUTS. So I suggested to Fred that we (he) put on welding gloves, shoo Katia out of the crate, and then he could scoop the babies out of the crate and I’d replace the bedding really quickly, and hopefully we wouldn’t end the day in the emergency room, maimed and bleeding.
Fred put on the welding gloves, and I unzipped the top of the crate.
I moved out of the way, and Fred reached in to shoo her out the front of the crate. She growled, hissed, and gave the gloves several hard smacks before running out of the crate and over to join her mother.
Fred put the kittens in the pie plate scratcher.
Since Katia was staying over by her mother and didn’t seem inclined to attack, I asked Fred to hold each kitten up as he put them back, so I could take pictures. I took a lot of blurry pictures, but managed to get decent pictures of each kitten!
We didn’t take the time to sex them, but it went so well today that we’ll likely handle them again in a couple of days and see what we’ve got.
Katia went right back into the crate after we left the room, and doesn’t seem particularly scarred by the experience, so I’d say it went well!
2017: “I SAID BACK OFF!”
2016: No entry.
2015: (Please note, not all cats were present for this, because they have busy and fulfilling lives and sometimes don’t feel like coming down to help me out, because they are BRATS.)
2014: It’s a hard life, being this beautiful (that’s Orlando.)
2012: She yawns at me and says “What babies?”
2011: Bath time for Corbie.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: “What doin’, Skittyboo? What it do?”
2007: The first round of Hellcats were unfortunately faster and meaner than we expected.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.