The True Bloods accompanied the Wonkas and I to the vet yesterday. They (the True Bloods) were due for their last vaccinations, and since I was headed that way, anyway, what better time?
They did not enjoy the ride. Hoyt, in particular, complained all the way there and all the way back. He has such a distinctive voice, and he always makes me laugh when he starts up.
They got their vaccinations, and crashed for the rest of the day. This morning, they’re back to their wild ways. I love how quickly they recover.
I’m thinking, one more kitten tries to squeeze in that bed, it’ll explode.
Lafayette. This boy cracks me UP. See the sutures sticking out from either side of his mouth? They look like jaunty whiskers (don’t worry, I trim them if I think they’re going to be a problem. The sutures, that is, not his whiskers!)
I show you this picture so you can see the wonkiness of Terry’s paw. Doesn’t it look like a mitten?
I bought a FroliCat BOLT Laser Cat Toy after seeing an ad for it in Cat Fancy magazine. We have a laser toy that I bought at PetSmart a while back, but it just moves the laser around and around in the same circle, and the cats get bored with it fairly quickly. When I saw that the BOLT does the laser in random patterns, I knew I had to give it a try. The kittens LOVE it. Well, all except for Sam. Notice that everyone else is like “Where did it go? WHERE DID IT GO?!” and Sam’s like “Oh, a tasty gray tail for me to chomp on!”
Lafayette’s staring hopefully up at the wall, and Terry’s leaping across the floor.
Sugarbutt says “I don’t know what they’re doing, but I don’t think I approve.” (I love how they’re all lined up, staring up at the wall.)
Playtime’s over, now it’s time to nap. This must have been one of the days when I was in the kitchen all day making jam. I love that Sam and Elwood are curled up together in a box that my canning jars came in, and Jake’s under the canning cabinet (which I use as a pantry), all “This is MY bed. Why do I gotta SHARE?”
Okay, so. The Wonkas were Combo tested at the vet’s yesterday. They came up negative for Feline Leukemia – but positive for FIV.
Since they’re so young and (according to what I’ve read) it’s unusual for an FIV positive mother to pass FIV to her babies, I am confident that when they’re retested in 60 days, they’ll come up negative.
What sucks is that since they’re positive, they have to remain segregated from the other cats. I had hoped that after they hit two pounds and were spayed and neutered, that we could let them out into the rest of the house. That can’t happen, because we can’t take the chance that they’ll get into a spat (or even a play fight) with the other cats and pass along the FIV.
I’m going to stick my head in the sand, here, and believe 100% that they’ll come up negative when they’re retested in December. I won’t even consider any other outcome. They’ll be my own personal Christmas miracles!
This post at Space Paws is especially timely.
So, they’re going to come up negative, I just know it, and in the meantime I get a little more time to love and snuggle with them. What a hardship for me!
“WE IS TRYING TO SLEEP!”
::thlurrrrp::
Who is the smarty pants who figured out how to get up on the bed? Who who who? Why, smarty pants Mike Teevee, of course! He was SO proud of himself! (Do not be fooled by this picture – he looks all long and lanky like a real cat, but in actuality he’s really a round little ball of floof.)
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Previously
2008: Kara goes to Petsmart.
2007: Keith, doing standup while Chemda gauges audience reaction.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.