TL;DR Anybody need a black and white neutered three month old kitten with all his shots? Will deliver to North and East Texas.
The world keeps turning. I was on my way back from the hospital after Dad passed and I was in the drive-through lane at the intersection of two highways, and there was a small kitten, sprawled and mewing, in the drive through-lane. He was terrified, couldn’t stand and had cuts and abrasions all over.
I got out of the car (in the drive through lane, I know, very bad, because car in front of me and car behind me), and since I was bringing Dad’s stuff back, threw one of Dad’s shirts around the kitten, picked him up and put him in the car in one of those unending supply of plastic buckets you get at the hospital. Kitten immediately quieted down (box, duh) and I drove straight to the emergency vet which was to close in 20 minutes.
The male kitten is about three months old; the vet thinks the injuries are from a car fan so it was likely he was under a hood. His left fibula is broken but it may be just a green stick break which can be splinted. The cuts are mostly small except the fan almost neutered the poor soul(hanging on by a thread, said the vet). They are going to finish the job, patch him up and fix his leg. He is doing very well now and needs a fur-ever home.
Anybody need a kitten?
Howzabout it? Anyone need an adorable kitten? You can contact Carol on Facebook at that link above, or if you’re interested but don’t do Facebook you can email me at mizrobyn (at) gmail.com and I’ll get you in touch with her.
Is the tape around the litter box hole to smooth the edges? I make my litter boxes out of tubs too, but have found that using a lighter to melt the opening makes them smooth with no sharp edges at all. And no tape to grab at furs. There’s a little smell when melting, but they don’t catch fire or anything.
That’s exactly what the tape is for. I did try melting the plastic after I cut the hole in the box, but the plastic was already melted so jaggedy (I used a hot knife to cut the hole, and it was VERY slow and nightmarish) that a lighter didn’t really work for me. On the other hand, I made another litter box yesterday (this one with a much lower opening, to make it easier for the kittens to get in and out of it) and this time used the Dremel that I bought specifically for that purpose, and then sanded it with coarse sandpaper, and it worked well.
I got the new banner! The one of Les Chatons! The slightly bigger format works well – showing off the varying shades of eye color and furs, and of course that famous Francois grin! I hope you have more plans for that shot: mugs, cards, T-shirts, posters, etc. It is fabulous! Merci beaucoup!
I don’t have any plans, but you guys tell me what kind of merchandise you’d like to see that picture on, and I’ll see what I can do.
I don’t know what kind of stats you keep on your litters, but how does this litter stack up, behavior-wise? The constant movement of the little ones, not all sleeping in a group at the same time, apathetic mama, etc. There doesn’t seem to be much cohesion in this group compared to the last two. Very curious, indeed.
I don’t keep any stats other than weights, but I would say that this litter is comparable to all the others we’ve had. Moving the kittens happened more with this bunch, but the apathetic/disinterested mama thing is absolutely par for the course. Margeaux’s keeping them well fed and checks on them if they’re in distress, but like most mothers at this point I think she’s ready to be done (and I imagine she’s thinking “I SAID I NEVER WANTED TO BE A MOTHER, LADY” at me). The kittens pile up and sleep together all the time, and if they’re not sleeping or nursing, they follow each other around the room and play-fight, check out the litter box, and so on.
Also, as far as the moving-kittens thing goes, I can’t remember if I ever wrote about it when it was happening, or if I just refused to because I was so mad while it was going on, but I’ll tell the story and y’all can tell me if it sounds familiar.
As you may or may not recall, Charles and Caroline had the run of the entire upstairs even before she birthed her kittens because Charles dislikes a closed door and HE’S GOT LUNGS. So Caroline had her kittens, and she and Charles still had the run of the upstairs, and all was well. She’d leave the room to relax, but was vigilant and would run back in to check on the kittens at the slightest peep.
All of a FRICKIN’ SUDDEN, when they were a couple of weeks old, Caroline decided that the kittens needed to be MOVED, and she started MOVING THEM from the foster room to under Fred’s bed, which is a bit of a haul when you’re carrying chunky kittens, and Charles would actually help her move the kittens, but I’d hear a screamy kitten yelling, and would go upstairs to see what was going on, and there’d be a few kittens under Fred’s bed, a few kittens in the foster room, and invariably one abandoned kitten shrieking in the hallway as though Caroline had moved a kitten or two and then said “Oh, forget this – let’s go get a drink.” She and Charles would be LOLLING around in a far corner of the upstairs without a care in the world. Finally, we got into a routine where I’d move the kittens into Fred’s room in the morning, block the doorway with some litter buckets (so the kittens couldn’t escape the room), and then at bed time everyone went back into the foster room. It worked, for the most part, although every now and then Charles or Caroline would decide that the kittens needed to be moved, and would do so. Clearly the moving-kittens thing is instinctive (and I imagine that under a bed is appealing because it’s a closed-in space and less obvious to potential predators.)
Does Luc have extra toes on his front foot? He’s lookin’ a little polydactyl in a couple of those pics.
Nope, no polydactyls in this bunch.
2018: She doesn’t eat with the PEASANTS, thank you, and will wander along later to eat some leftovers when the crowd has dispersed.
2017: Wherein Fred predicts Mercury has another week before she has her babies, so she has them immediately to spite him.
2016: Breakfast time isn’t always an orderly affair.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: Stop showing off. No one’s paying attention to your silly disco moves.
2012: Meet Tony Rocky Horror Pickle.
2011: The many moods of Harlan Peppers.
2010: On vacation!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Yes, miss Maryanne has made herself at home here, but no – we’re not keeping her (I know y’all don’t believe me – but we’re not!).
2006: No entry.
2005: I think he might be all talk, though.