Katriane gets a look at Permanent Resident Archie The Grump and is all “Ooh, he’s dreamy!” (Our permanent resident cats go out into our back yard during the day; we have a cat fence so they can’t escape the back yard. We bring them in at dusk. Fosters are never allowed outside.)
The most common question I get when I post pictures of kittens nursing at this age (they’ll be 7 weeks on Wednesday) is “When will they be weaned?” We’ve fostered about 20 litters of kittens who came with their mothers (some born here, some not) and Katriane is literally the ONLY mother we’ve had who decided she was done and stopped letting them nurse. Every other mama we’ve fostered has let their kittens nurse until they were separated. I mean, they don’t let them nurse as much or as long as the kittens would like – they do have their limits – but there is definite nursing going on. (Don’t feel sorry for Margeaux – she has no problem standing up and walking away when she wants, and she has lots of places she can go to get away from the kittens if she wants to. She just apparently doesn’t want to!) Oh, and all the kittens can and do eat canned food and kibble now – and they use the litter boxes perfectly. They’re growing up so fast!
Do these stunning boys look familiar? They should! Here are Francois (aka Da BAYbee) on the left and his meezer brother Jacques. They were adopted 3 weeks ago, but needed to be returned Friday evening. (I know the tendency is for us to be judgmental here, but trust me when I say it wasn’t an easy decision for the adopter to return them, and it’s for the best. They are happy, well-adjusted kittens and were very much loved and cared for while they were away from us.)
Big kittens, little kittens.
Francois is Da BAYbee.
Jacques loooves that trackball toy.
That floofy black hunk of magnificent mancat is our Permanent Resident Khal Drogo, and that is HIS track toy (he is seriously head over heels in love with it, spends all day napping on or near it), and seeing those little usurpers playing with it has him ready to go Dothraki on their little behinds.
2018: No entry.
2017: Then the vet opened a big container of treats, and Mercury was all “HALLO THERE I SEE YOU HAVE SOMETHING FOR ME” and proceeded to suck down a bunch of treats.
2016: Throw Back Thursday: Terry.
2015: Terry update!
2014: Oh, it’s so fascinating when she tells that story. I can’t wait.”
2013: No entry.
2012: RAZZIE HAS BEEN ADOPTED!
2011: These kittens are the standing-up balancingest kittens I’ve ever seen.
2010: Jake of the l’Unervilles.
2009: “O crystal ball, when will I get my fancy new eyelips?”
2008: I know. I’m an unreasonable monster.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Morning kisses.