7-11-18 Wednesday

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As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, it was my plan to scrub down the foster room and then bathe alllll 748 kittens.

It took me more than 3 hours. I am not sure I have it in me to do this every 3 days. I’m either going to do it less often (spot-treating in between, of course) or do 4 kittens one day and the next. Hmm. Or I could do 3 kittens per day. We’ll see.

Once their room was scrubbed and mopped and all their toys were wiped down, I went into the bathroom to get the hard part started. I decided to start with the kitten I suspected would give me the most trouble, then move on to the other kittens. I thought I could get all 9 of them wet down, shampooed, and set in the bathtub before my 10-minute timer went off (the shampoo has to stay on them for 10 minutes before rinsing), but ha ha NO. I was in the middle of the 5th kitten when my timer went off. So I rinsed and dried the kittens, then put them in their room (where crates with heated beds were located) before moving on to the remaining 4 kittens.

Any guesses who was the first kitten – the one I suspected would give me the most trouble (and I was right)?

That would be this troublesome little Muppet right here. Are you shocked?

This was the first group of five:

Dexter, Calais, Bethel, KennyBorkBork and Arundel.

Calais was not thrilled with this development.

Once Dexter, Calais, Bethel, Kenny and Arundel were back in their room I started on the smaller kittens. Millie was first, followed by Eliot.

“Why, lady?”

Buxton and Otis, waiting their turn.

“Whyyyy?” Buxton was the last kitten.

Kenny, Dexter, and Arundel in one crate.

Millie and Otis with Calais and Bethel in the bed in the middle of the floor.

Cuddle puddle.

Apparently, despite the fact that he’d been laying on a heated bed, Kenny was drying from the top down. Look at those skinny little legs!


They stayed piled up in this bed for a couple of hours before venturing forth.

Bethel’s face is cracking me UP.

Dexter, melting out the door of the crate.

So all in all it went well. The kittens didn’t love the whole bath thing, but I managed to get it done with only a couple of scratches – the most painful one being one that feels exactly like a paper cut on the end of my pinky finger. I’m going to call the day a success!

(And no, Fred didn’t help me. He was working, and I kind of had a rhythm going, I think he would have only been in the way. He actually had a pretty important work call going on while I was bathing the smaller kittens, and said he couldn’t hear them at all, could only hear me talking to them. Yep, that sounds about right!)


Frankie’s so hiiiigh.


2017: Roux put on her Ears of Annoyance and said “No, seriously. Lady, make it stop.”
2016: We are here at Crooked Acres, where we’ve secretly replaced a kitten with this Squirrel Monkey in a kitten suit. Let’s see if anyone can tell the difference!
2015: Sugarbutt.
2014: Jake was all, “Where’d they COME from?!”
2013: “Oh. I didn’t know YOU were up there.”
2012: “I put on my Stranger Danger floof, and I arched up and I gave the STRANGER a look so he’d know not to mess with me.”
2011: That’s quite the little pile of kittens, no?
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I adore this picture, because it looks like Zoe is airborne, that the purple thing is the rug and she’s in a mid-air Matrix move.
2007: Break my heart, why dontcha?
2006: No entry.
2005: I swear, Oy bounces around so bright-eyed and full of energy that it’s hard to get him to stand still.



7-11-18 Wednesday — 22 Comments

  1. Ok, I missed something. What was the purpose for the baths? I thought it was just because they were a bit of a food and poop mess. Why did the shampoo have to stay on for 10 minutes??? SOMEONE….TELL ME NOW! 🙂

    Anywho….Poor wee ones, suffering at the hands of that mean ol’ lady! I would have cut her pinky, too! LOL

    Absolutely love that picture of Frankie. What a cutie!!!!

  2. If you were a cat you could join Frankie.

    Oh, they may be pissed off at you in those pictures, but damn are they cute.

  3. How it is that every batch of kittens you get are cuter and funnier than the last??? Oh my! Every day I get a new favorite. Today it’s Yoda eared Eliot. sigh

    I can’t read 2015’s post. I love that big ol’ orange boy. RIP Sugarbutt

  4. This batch o kittens is so darn cute – I wish I lived nearby – CA is a bit of a jaunt… and hey, can you figure out a way to add “LIKE” “LOL” “LOVE” buttons to your blog – OMGosh some of those pictures, today Frankie wins!!! Glad you survived the project!

  5. Little Otis is my favorite. He just slays me with his dirty nose. Love that picture of him with Buxton waiting their turn.

  6. Wow, you are Super Foster Mom of the Year. Very impressive. They may be mad but secretly they thank you.

  7. I cannot believe it has been 3 three years. Jen and I were just talking about that awful year you had. I never physically met Sugatbutt but I loved him. I loved his name and still think about him. He was so lucky to have you.

  8. Feel so bad for you. Ringworm is the scourge of rescues–especially kittens. Of course, this wouldn’t have happened if you’d just had 3 or 4 kittens 😉

  9. That picture of poor BorkBork has just done me in. I’m also beyond delighted that Kennyborkbork has caught on.

    • Oh, it has. Sometimes I’m in the middle of not even thinking about cats at all, and then suddenly I find myself thinking “KennyBorkBork”!!! Funny every single time…!!

  10. Neem oil on the shmingshmerm scabs. Works a treat and totally safe for the babies.

  11. And for your penance, you shall bathe allll the kittens quite often – until you get it right! Actually, afterwards, I would’ve joined Frankie….

  12. Could you toss their toys into the dishwasher? or in a mesh bag in the washer?