That box is both bed and breakfast, it appears.
“GIMME that camera, I gots to take a selfie!” (Debi)
She caught it! (Tessa)
Ohno shows off her teef. (And I love that the loop on the back of my phone looks like it says “loony.”)
After much discussion, this is how we’re blocking off the front stairwell so that the kittens can have more room to run around. Fred bought two pieces of heavy cardboard and glued them together (to make them taller), and they’re held in place by buckets full of litter. It ain’t pretty, but it’s simple and effective. The door at the end of the hall leads to Fred’s office. His room is to the right (you can’t really see it in this picture), and I’m keeping that door closed for now. The kittens have my room and bathroom, the guest bedroom, the hall bathroom, and a long hallway to race around. As they get more comfortable, I’ll open his bedroom door so they can explore there, too.
That door to the left is a closet, and the door to the right is to the foster room. It’d be ideal to be able to open the foster room door and leave it open, but I suspect that Katia could get over that cardboard if she really wanted to, and I’m not confident that we could get both mamas back into the foster room without a whole lot of drama, so I open the door every 10 or 15 minutes and whichever kittens want in or out of the foster room can do so.
You’d think, given how DESPERATELY they’ve wanted out of the foster room, that they’d all flood out and demand to stay out, but no. Usually about half of them come flying out (usually Brian Boitano, Ohno and Torvill among them) and the rest stay in with Kristi and Katia. Then I open the door and they switch places. Then someone howls forlornly because they want in/out. I’m spending a lot of time running up and down the stairs, is what I’m saying. (Yes, you’d think I’d just stay up there and watch the little goobers race around, but sometimes I’ve got stuff to get done, and those brats don’t want me snatching them up and kissing them because they have places to GO if y’don’t mind.)
Brian Boitano the snugglebug.
“I blame you, lady.”
The basket is still tiny, but the Torvill? Not so much.
He looks smaller in the donut bed.
“No seriously, lady. I blame YOU. These two aren’t even MINE.”
She fits pretty nicely in that box!
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Video! Introducing the kittens to the feather teaser.
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Oh Dewey, come on. You can’t use that wheelbarrow. You’re not tall enough!
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Previously
2017: I had no clue this was even a possibility – it looks like Roux didn’t either!
2016: #TheLoons are strong in #BertMacklin, too.
2015: Here’s a mystery for you to ponder.
2014: Throw Back Thursday: Mr. Fancypants.
2013: “Mama! I am CLEAN ENOUGH!”
2012: “Cannot. Move. Halp…”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: It’s going to be awfully quiet around here without them!
2008: At 4 weeks old, they’re wild little things!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Love how, unlike her namesake, Oksana has zero grace when it comes to leaping in the air. She lands where she lands and if a friendsiblinguncleauntniecenephew happen to be in the way?
Have both Katia and Kristi had their ears tipped after their surgeries?
I know, it cracks me up how she’s just ::BOUNCE::BOUNCE::BOUNCE::
Yes, both mamas had their ears tipped, since we don’t know where they’ll eventually end up.
The feather teaser video is priceless. Kitten popcorn!
yes!!!!! kitten popcorn!! the hoppiest (lol) bunch ever!
They look exactly like popcorn popping, don’t they?
🙂 lovely pics today! Unimportant question running through my head as I look at them-do you have a count of the colors of kittens you’ve fostered over the years? I imagine that you do and I could probably find the list of fosters and then remember what colors they were and count myself if you don’t.
I do NOT have a count of the colors, though it’s something I occasionally think about doing!
A week or two and I will see what I can do.
JUMPING BEANS!!
They jump with absolutely no concern as to who might be in their way. SO CUTE!
And I love Candace’s “kitten popcorn” comment. Perfect description!
poor momma cats….so done with the kittens 🙂
Don’t feel TOO sorry for them – they have a couple of places to go to get away from the kittens and I’ve seen them both there, so if they REALLY want peace and quiet, they know where to go! 🙂
I can see your need for blocking that opening, but what do you do when you want to use the stairwell? I think a screen should work well, and, because there is no good way for a conventional door, I think a retractable screen door could work great in that opening. That way the door could pretty much disappear when you have no foster kittens.
We have a second stairwell at the other end of the house that we use. Actually, we use that stairwell most of the time anyway. When the kittens aren’t out running around, I stick the cardboard behind the guest bedroom door.
I absolutely can’t stand the thought that Katia and Kristi may be leaving a warm, safe environment where they are taken care of to a feral life that is surely unsafe and unpredictable. They have come so far. There has to be another solution!
Dewey wants to RIDE in the wheelbarrow! Git pushing, Lady!!
Bed AND Breakfast, ha!!!