Terry ended up spending the night at the vet’s last night. His surgery took longer than she expected – I know I’ve mentioned he’s got the worst eyes of any of the kittens – and when I showed up at almost 5:30 to pick him up, she was just finishing his surgery. She said that I could hang out and wait for him to be ready to go, or let him spend the night. Since I knew I would be dropping Sookie off this morning for her eye surgery, I opted to leave him there overnight. I figured that being confined to a cage wouldn’t hurt, and I knew he’d be safe and warm.
I can’t wait to see him in a little while!
When I took Hoyt, Lafayette, and Sam to the vet on Monday, she mentioned that Sookie has the most normal eyelids of any of them – it’s not ’til you look closely at her eyes that you see there’s eyelid missing on each eye. Kind of funny that the one with the worst eyes (Terry) and the one with the best eyes (Sookie) are the last two to get their new eyelips.
I got these pictures on Monday, after the kittens got their vaccinations, which made them sleepy for the rest of the day. Obviously the only way to get a decent shot of all six of them, they need to be drugged and very, very sleepy. (I still couldn’t get them to sit in a line, though. Brats!)
Spanky is our old man – when I moved to Alabama, I brought a (now deceased) cat with me, and Fred had Spot. We went to his sister’s house for Thanksgiving that year, and she had a barn cat who’d given birth a few months prior. They were keeping one of the kittens (or hadn’t found a home for it, I don’t remember which), and I held that kitten the entire time we were there. Then I started harassing Fred for a kitten. I didn’t think he was going to give in, but then one day he came home from work with a tiny squalling kitten. Spanky was so little that he wasn’t eating solid food yet, and he was clearly very hungry, so I had to run to the grocery store to buy baby food and canned food for him. He dove into the baby food like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. The next day I tried to get him to eat solid cat food again, and he wouldn’t hear of it. He happened to stumble across the spot where I’d fed him baby food the night before, and he lost his mind, howling. I gave in – but we did eventually get him to eat solid food, it just took some time.
He turned 13 two days ago. And he still loves the occasional taste of baby food.
(I cannot imagine only having three cats – and I remember how worried Fred was at the time that having “so many” cats would turn us into crazy cat people. HA HA HA. He had nooooo idea what his future held, obviously!)
2007: Y’all KNOW I wasn’t going to turn down the chance to bring them home for a few days, so Saturday morning I went and got them.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.