Hey, look who made Cute Overload yesterday!
(And, welcome, those of you who came over here via Cute Overload!)
On Monday, when I called the vet’s office to make an appointment to have Beulah spayed, id chipped and rabies shot’d, they told me I could bring her in right then, if I wanted to. I debated for a minute, then decided to just do it and get it over with.
Unlike Bessie, Beulah is a little more quiet in the carrier. She’s not silent by any means, but she didn’t howl all the way there and all the way back the way Bessie did last week (more on that in a minute), and when we got to the vet’s office, she wasn’t scared at all, just sat there and looked around.
When I picked her up from the vet’s office, the lady at the front desk told me she’d been the last procedure they’d done, so she wasn’t all that long out of surgery and still wobbly on her feet. She slept all the way home, and when we got home I let her out of the carrier to find that she was SERIOUSLY wobbly on her feet. Since Bessie had followed me upstairs and seemed happy enough to stay in the room with her sister, I shut the door to the foster room so Beulah could recover without the older cats coming around to sniff and hiss at her (they always hiss when another cat smells like the vet). She was sleeping every time I checked on her through the evening, and yesterday morning she was moving a little slower than usual. By late morning, though, she was bouncing around as though nothing had happened.
Regarding Bessie in the carrier, I haven’t mentioned before now that last Thursday I noticed that she was getting in the litter box, getting into position to pee, and then when she was done, she’d only passed a few drops. She did that twice in the span of about fifteen minutes, and though I’ve never seen the behavior in a female cat or one so little, I can recognize the signs of a possible Urinary Tract Infection. I took her up to the vet and that girl has got some LUNGS on her. She howled and howled and howled, all the way there. I left her at the vet’s so they could get a urine sample from her. She was there for only about three hours before they were able to get the sample and test it, and I got a call from the vet letting me know that there’d been a small trace of blood in the urine. She’s been on antibiotics since then, and after the first few days, she cleared right up and now she’s right as rain.
Both kittens are going to the pet store on Friday, hopefully to be adopted very quickly. Even Fred admitted that he doesn’t think Beulah will be at the pet store for more than a few hours before someone snaps her up!
Here are a couple of movies of the babies, one of Bessie howling, and one of Beulah playing (on May 5th) and then sleeping (yesterday).
I sure am going to miss the little monkeys.
A few years ago, my sister gave me a package of mink tails someone had given her for her cats. Her cats weren’t interested in them. My cats are slightly interested in them, but the foster kittens? Oh, they LOVE them. There’s always at least one in every litter that will pick up the mink tail and carry it around, growling at any cats who come too close to their “kill.”
Not the best picture, but it cracks me up that Beulah is licking that toy.
2008: “You ever get that feeling like someone’s watching you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: This is Flossie.
Awww what lovely little cuties they are!
Esp the little black kitten with white spots or is it the other way round? 😉
I’m one of your new readers who found you through Cute Overload yesterday.
Beulah is adorable. It’s hard for me to understand how you could let her go for adoption, but I guess that’s why I wouldn’t be good at fostering kittens. I adopted my beloved Carlos, a tuxedo cat, from Petsmart about 10 years ago.
(Also a new reader coming over from C.O.)
I wish I’d known about your site earlier. These kitties are absolutely adorable. You are very talented at getting gorgeous pictures of them! I’ll be visiting often! 🙂
Martin: Thanks, I think they’re awfully cute, too (I might be biased, though!) The little black kitten (Bessie) actually has less white than she did when I first got her. She has the most adorable little patch of white on her front arm, though, and I like to pet it for good luck. 🙂
Chris: Oh, it’s not easy to let the fosters go (as evidenced by the fact that our permanent cat population has doubled in the four years since we started fostering!), and I always get a little teary-eyed. But I know she’ll go to a good home, and if I’m lucky, her new owners will send a picture or two down the road.
Kye: Welcome – and thanks! 🙂
Our neighbor’s cat had kittens and one of them was runty and grey and had a face that looked like a wee alien with huge eyes. She looked SO MUCH like Beulah. We adopted her, named her EEK! and now Eeky is 15 years old and never got bigger than 7 pounds. Her brother from the same litter, Samsonite, is 14 pounds *hee*
I love your site 🙂
That next to last picture of Beulah is the first one of her you’ve posted where she looks like a regular cute little kitten and not some little furry alien. She is gorgeous. I couldn’t get my sound to work for Bessie. Maybe that’s a good thing. Hahaha!
Oh! My Speck hisses at my Onyx whenever he comes back from the vet (and often other times). I figured she hissed cuz she was mad he came back and wasn’t gone forever. It didn’t occur to me that she hissed cuz he smelled like the vet.
Those mink tails reminded me of my kitties. My tortie Freckles’s favorite toy is her lucky rabbit’s foot. She stole one out of my mom’s purse and wouldn’t give it back. She has about 5 of them now, and they are all chewed up. I am constantly finding them in the bed (yes, she takes them to bed! So cute). She likes to throw them in the air with her mouth, and then catch them with her paws. The other cat Henry isn’t remotely interested in them. Keeps them from fighting, I guess.
Also, we had another tortie names Sunny, and when she was a little kitten we let her have a bean bag roadkill cat (my step-father’s, I wouldn’t have bought the thing), and she would carry it around like she was the mighty hunter that had slain the savage beast. It was absolutely hilarious, especially since it was almost as big as she was.
Beanie: I think Beulah’s brothers are going to be big boys – and I expect she’ll always be tiny. Though if she grows into her ears, she might be bigger than I expect! 🙂
Lisa: I know! I recently looked at some of the first pictures of her, and she hardly looks like the same kitten.
Sara S: I’ve always assumed that it was because the returning cat had the smell of the vet on them – but I suppose it *could* be a hissy fit. You know how cats are. 🙂
Shaina: Don’t they look SO proud when they present you with their “kill”? It makes me laugh every time!
My two little fosters ran all over the desk looking for their buddy in distress, when I played the video of Bessie!!1
That video of Bessie could be cribbed right from any one of the cats I’ve owned going to the vet. Especially the voice in the background saying “Oh I know, Mommy knows…”