Esmee’s tired of this game.
Francois is Da BAYbee.
Margeaux has been hanging out in the crate, encouraging kittens to join her, grooming them, and letting them nurse (though I don’t know that they’re actually getting milk from her.) Her appetite has dropped off considerably. No contractions yet (but I’ve annoyed her by staring at her belly constantly.) I predict we’ll have kittens within 48 hours (if not tonight), and I’m requesting a relatively small (and even) number. 4 sounds good to me. (Please note: I could be wrong; I usually am when it comes to this, despite having fostered multiple pregnant cats in the past.)
Katriane is the fun mama.
Sneaky little ninja Margeaux birthed 6 kittens (gray and brown tabbies) between 2:30 and 5:00. All are doing well – nursing, vigorous and squirmy. I’m leaving them alone for a few hours before I swoop in and take more pics. The big kittens are curious but staying out of the crate.
We have a hisser! This one is clearly a prodigy, they usually wait a day or two before they get tired of me. (Yes, it was a hiss. All the newborn litters I’ve fostered have at least a few hissers. I don’t know why they do it, I assume it’s instinctual. They usually stop around the time their eyes open. Yes, someone will be along shortly to tell me I’m wrong and stupid and those aren’t hisses. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
Margeaux’s alien belly and Margeaux’s newborns.
Madeline keepin’ Mama clean.
If you don’t read the blog, you won’t have seen these yet: here’s a close-up view of each of Margeaux’s kittens. I haven’t named them (sticking with the French names theme) because we haven’t sexed them, and we won’t sex them ’til they’re at least a week old, ’cause that’s just how we roll. They actually look pretty different from each other, but until I can tell them apart at a glance, 4 of the 6 have little dabs of fingernail polish on their left ears. (I need to be able to tell them apart because I weigh them twice daily at this age to be sure they’re gaining as they should. So far, so good!) They’re doing well – nursing, wiggling, sleeping, and gaining weight.
Amelie’s feelin’ good.
Human booping kittens, kitten booping human.
If Margeaux’s kittens look bigger already, it’s for good reason: they’re bigger. Assuming all goes well (and it’s going very well), kittens double their weight in the first week. These little ones have increased their total body weight by 25% already, which means they’re well on the way.
Margeaux’s kittens are 3 days old, and they’re filling out nicely. The lightest kitten (the one with the blue dab on his/her right ear) now weighs 4.5 ounces (3.3 at birth), and the heaviest (the brown tabby with no nail polish on his/her ear) now weighs 5.6 ounces (3.7 at birth). Aren’t they some cuties? (No, they are not named yet and won’t be until they’re at least a week old.)
2018: No entry.
2017: Roux in the window, NOT spying on the neighbors, ABNER.
2016: Throw Back Thursday: Dirt Mountain.
2015: Roundup: Lucy.
2014: And then he sat there, all “What is that noise? I sure wish it would stop.”
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: He’s hit that gawky stage.
2010: OH, was I livid!
2009: No entry.
2008: All in all, a very good weekend.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.