We left Crooked Acres for just over two hours on Saturday, and SOMEHOW the place was still standing when we arrived back home. Before we left, Fred brought Kara down to the guest bedroom and set her up, and then we both visited with her, and with the kittens, and Kara seemed mostly puzzled and uncertain whether she was being punished or rewarded.
So we left the house at 10:00, stopped by the post office, the recycling center, and then the movie store to return some movies. Then we headed out to the shelter I volunteer for to pick some things up for the kittens. We tried to determine the quickest way out there, and Fred decided to try a new route that got us there fairly quickly and, on the up side, avoided the worst of the traffic between here and there. We stayed at the shelter for a few minutes (one day last week the shelter accepted and processed (tested and vaccinated) FOURTEEN kittens. In one day!) and then headed into Huntsville. We stopped at the grocery store and then we swung by Petsmart to drop off a few things and I found to my utter delight that HG had FINALLY been adopted.
HG went to the pet store a few days before we got Kara, which means he’d been there for about seven weeks. I kept checking to see if he’d been adopted, and I was starting to try to convince Fred that if he hadn’t been adopted, we should bring him home for a few months to give him a break from the pet store until after the busiest part of kitten season had passed. Luckily I didn’t have to go for the hard press on Saturday, since HG had been adopted on Tuesday. He is SUCH a good boy, I’m so glad the right people finally came along and fell in love with him!
So, all the bebbes are doing well. The kittens have had their first vaccination and will be having their next in another three weeks, at which point they’ll be ready to be spayed and neutered and soon after that, go to the pet store.
After two days of keeping Kara and the babies apart (during the day), I decided to stop separating them, not because it’s too hard on them but because no one seems to notice, one way or the other. I still have yet to see Zoe eat any solid food, but she certainly eats baby food if I offer it to her, so I imagine that she could eat solid food if she wanted to, she’s just not particularly interested. She seems to be a little behind her siblings, development-wise, so I’m not going to worry too much about it. She’s gaining weight, she’s healthy and curious and bright-eyed and a bitey little brat, so I think all is well with her.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Apparently Mia’s not allowed to use the litter box without his snoopervision.