The Half Pints, on the day they were born, and at 6 weeks old!
You can see their individual weights in the weight chart at the bottom of their page. As of yesterday, the combined weight of the kittens is 7 pounds, 12 ounces, and since Caroline weighs 7 pounds 3.2 ounces, the kittens now outweigh her!
In the past three days, we’ve gone from one kitten (Almanzo, green collar) eating canned food to three (Willie, red collar and Mary, blue collar) eating it. Laura and Albert are still not interested, but Albert will drink Caroline’s bowl of formula dry, so I suspect it won’t be long. (And yes, I do refill the bowl of formula for Caroline so she gets some. I’m not a MONSTER.)
All of the kittens are using the litter boxes perfectly, both in their night time home (the foster room) and their day time home (Fred’s room.) I’m still moving them for Caroline every morning and then moving them back in the evening. I thought, earlier this week, “Oh, I’ll just leave them in the foster room for now, surely she doesn’t still care?” and happened to glance in at one point to see her dragging a kitten across the room toward the door. So I guess I keep on moving them for now!
That’s a Fruitasan Fruit Holder from Pier 1. I bought it last fall between the Mainers and Ryder and her Fleet, and then never thought to set it up for the Fleet. When I set it up the other day, it took about 5 minutes for a kitten to discover it and climb in. CUTE.
Percy the dachshund has been with us for a week and has another week before his people return and take him home. The first few days were rough, but we’ve settled into a routine. The cats are dealing with his presence, some of them better than others.
Archie, for one, ain’t skeered o’ no dog.
Percy does not like to be alone, and after 4 nights of being awakened at 2 am by Percy barking, Fred gave up and now Percy sleeps in his room. Percy is a pretty good roommate, I hear, just spends the night curled up in his bed on the floor. Fred reported, the evening I took this picture, that Khal and Percy had sniffed each other quite vigorously before retreating to their safe spaces.
2018: He’s so big that when he goes running into the crate, trampling over all the other kittens (AND the mamas), I’ve been calling him Deanzilla.
2017: Then she stood up, laughed in my face, and strolled back across the room and flopped down, looking ever so pleased with herself.
2016: “WE IS WATCHIN’ YOU TOO!”
2015: “Monday: bleh.”
2014: “Stop camera-stalking me, lady.”
2013: “My goodness! These claws are appalling! I need a pedicure, stat!”
2012: Then Joe Bob is like “STOP SNIFFING ME ::HISSSSSSS!!!!::”
2011: Polite interest and a bit of surprise, all “You want what? Babies? Don’t believe I’ve ever heard of those, sorry I can’t help you. BUH-bye!”
2010: No entry.
2009: Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.