Yep – Canasta might be a mama of 6, but she’s still a kitten at heart!
What we have here are former fosters Flynn (housepanther; he was our foster Kohle back in 2012) and Hook (gray and white tuxie; he was Khaleesi’s kitten Puff in 2013). And what are they doing? Why they’re all curled up in the top of little (human) brother Jordan’s Pack and Play. The best part of having a little brother – getting to play with his toys and sleep on his cool stuff, am I right? (Thanks, Selena!)
Look how much steadier they suddenly are! I mean, they’re still kind of shaky, but compared to how they were a week ago, they’re definitely much more coordinated.
Two mornings in a row, the Ring camera caught (permanent resident) Charlie racing about 6 feet up a tree and hanging there. He loves to do that – and in the second video you can see him drop to the ground. I think Archie taught him to do that.
(The permanent residents are allowed out into our back yard during the day. We have a cat fence so that they’re contained and cannot escape the back yard. Google Purrfect Fence Cat Fence for more information.)
Kittens wrasslin’. They are so darn CUTE.
10 minutes of kitteny antics compressed down into 60 seconds.
I’m supposed to be kitten-sitting while Canasta’s taking a break, but she looks like she doesn’t think I’m doing a very good job of it.
They’re 3 1/2 weeks old – usually kittens become interested in solid food around 5-6 weeks (some sooner, some later – depends on the kitten). Lucky for these guys, the milk bar is available nearly 24/7.
Canasta’s belly, 4 weeks ago yesterday. Hard to believe the little ones kicking around in there are running around the room now, isn’t it? Time flies!
The first bit of this video is from 2016 when we had the Fakers in residence. They reacted to Fred’s voice by hissing (as you’ll see.) I tried and tried to get the Cardsharks to hiss at the sound of Fred’s voice but, as you’ll see, they never had any reaction at all. So disappointing!
TBT: (Permanent resident) Alice Mo at the vet 10 years ago, back when she was tiny. (For the record, the vet told me that she though Alice would remain tiny, probably wouldn’t get bigger than 6 pounds. She’s 11 pounds now.) As I reported back then: Miss Alice did NOT care for that trip to the vet. She fought so hard they couldn’t take her temp – and then she gave the vet the DIRTIEST look when she was listening to her lungs. (Yep. That sounds about right!)
Uno gets a few BOOPs… and Canasta is very, very relaxed.
Flash back to last October, when (permanent resident) Charlie first learned about being outside. (Our permanent residents are allowed out into the back yard during the day because we have a cat fence that contains them to the back yard. Google “Purrfect Fence” for more information.)
Kittens hanging out in their bed looking VERY smug… and Canasta has no one to blame but herself.
Fun Fostering Tip: if you put your kittens in the litter box and they cry and immediately climb back out, they are not yet ready to use the litter box (but keep putting them in there occasionally, at some point the light goes on over their heads!) On the other hand, if you put them in there and they start dining on litter like it’s a buffet*, someone will use the litter box in 24 hours or less. I took this picture Thursday night; Friday morning Fizzbin, Rummy and Uno all peed in the litter box.
*It is regular non-clumping clay litter, and trying to eat it is normal for little kittens. Little kittens are like human babies: everything goes straight into the mouth. They try to lick or eat everything new they see. (I do question how much they actually ingest – usually they get litter in their mouth, look disgusted and then leave the litter box and ptui it all over the place.)
Say hello to Merle. He was a stray who showed up near my friend Aimee’s home (she lives in Texas) and she and her daughter have been slowly earning his trust while searching for a rescue that would take him. Well, good news: a rescue in Oklahoma is willing to take him, he just needs to be vetted first! He’s got an appointment Monday for his neuter surgery, there’s a GoFundMe, and I was hoping some of y’all might be willing to help out (I know he’s a dog, but I also know that cat lovers tend to be all-animal lovers!) The GoFundMe is here, and if you can help out, I know it would be very much appreciated! I mean, look at that sweet boy. How lucky is he to have shown up in the right place?
BOOPing Uno… and then Slapjack comes sliding in.
2020: No entry.
2019: Still providing that milk bar action.
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.