So yes, Little Big Head has escaped the crate. And he has ZERO desire to return there. His escape opened the floodgates, and ALL the kittens are now free of the crate. I put them back several times, but they came right back out every time. Whenever I entered the room yesterday, Khaleesi and the Dragons were all piled up against the barrier (which is at the doorway – the door to that room opens outward instead of inward, necessitating a barrier to stop the outflow of kittens). I finally put a cat bed there, because it was bothering me to see them all piled up on the hard wood floor.
Yesterday afternoon I took Khaleesi one of her many daily snacks – half a can of kitten food – and I was very surprised when Ruth bellied up to the plate, planted her front paws in the food and… BEGAN EATING. I’ve never ever seen them even be AWARE of food at that age (3 1/2 weeks), and certainly not when their mama is present and feeding them regularly.
I told Fred last night that Ruth is clearly a genius. And then we both looked over to see her sitting there, staring at the wall with great concentration and interest.
“Oh yeah,” Fred said. “I can see the brilliance radiating right off her.”
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2012: No entry.
2011: What’s a farm without a barn cat or two?
2010: “Zip it. ZIP it. ZIP. IT.”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: He is the POOPIN’ KING.