Peter, Paul and Mary came through their spay and neuter surgeries just fine. When they got home, all they wanted to do was play and eat. They were confused about not being able to get into the foster room, but they dealt with it okay. When bedtime came and Fred shut his bedroom door (he’s a light sleeper, so didn’t think he’d be able to sleep with them running around in his room and jumping on his feet), they climbed onto the cat tree in the hallway and were quiet all night. It went much better than I expected – and I’m going to keep that particular trick in mind for the future. I don’t think we could do it long-term, but for a day or two I think it would be okay.
They went to their new foster home early Saturday. Their new foster mom – C – reported that they slept all the way home, then they went flat and examined their new room for about 30 seconds before hopping into her lap and purring. They spent all day either playing like wild things or curled up together, sleeping. They’re doing great, which I completely expected. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but these kittens are just SUCH a confident trio. I don’t expect them to be too frightened by going to Petsmart in a couple of weeks – and I expect also that they’ll be snatched up super-quickly.
I still have pictures of them to share, of course, so for today and tomorrow you’ll still get to see their sweet faces.
Video! I think this one actually does a good job of showing just how gorgeous Mary is. Crank up the sound to hear the purring.
Judging by her appetite – which is voracious, and who could blame her? Have you seen the Belly of 1,000 Kittens? – I think we’ve got a little ways to go. She spent her first day here doing a lot of pacing and checked out her den a few times – I set up the big carrier/crate that Khaleesi and Livia raised their kittens in in one corner of the far end of the room, and the Perla bed that Kate raised her kittens in, in the opposite corner. So far, she seems to prefer the big crate, maybe because it’s a little more private and secluded.
Over the weekend she calmed down a little (I mean, she was pretty calm to start with, and now she’s even more calm) and is spending a lot of time sleeping in the Ham-Mick or stretched out in the middle of the floor. Yesterday, she ate 4 entire cans of Fancy Feast kitten food, and nibbled at the bowl of kibble in between. I weighed her on Friday, and she’s just a smidge under 10 pounds (well, she WAS just a smidge under 10 pounds, I need to weigh her and see how much she’s gained since then.)
There was some discussion on Facebook as far as how to describe her coloring. I thought at first that she was a Torbie (tortie/tabby), but Susan pointed out the white on her body, which makes her a Calitabby. She has a definitely tuxie look to her, too. We could call her a Calitabxie! A Calituxbby?
(She doesn’t care what you call her, just don’t call her late to dinner, har har.)
There’s not a huge amount of belly movement (at least not that I’ve seen yet), but there is some and so of course I made a video.
2014: No entry.
2013: Warning: there are a LOT of wee pink kitty toes in this post.
2012: Newbery gets a back rub and thinks maybe he likes it.
2011: (So RUDE, snapping a picture of a poor pregnant lady from behind!)
2010: Sometimes another kitten will join in on the howling, and OH their hearts are just breaking at the injustice of not being able to get through the door, they are PERSONALLY insulted at this turn of events.
2009: Here we go, all seven present and accounted for!
2008: No entry.
2007: Their evil chicken talons don’t poke holes in the kiddie pool?
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.