LOOK at this pretty little poser!
She was posing, I couldn’t resist. Phoenix was listening to something upstairs and was sitting motionless for at least a couple of minutes. Thought you might enjoy this!
I’m so glad to know that the 12-week Posing for Pictures course I taught her while she was at Crooked Acres stuck! (Thanks, Debra!)
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Yesterday we (Fred) donned the welding gloves and shooed Katia out of the crate so we could take pictures of each of the kittens, weigh them, and get them sexed. We found that we have THREE girls and one lone boy. I haven’t named them yet, but hope to get names pinned down in the next couple of days. Hey! Maybe Kristi is waiting for me to name the kittens we already have before she has hers. Yeah, probably not.
#1 (who was also #1 in the pictures I shared last week), the all-black kitten, is a boy. He weighed the most, at 7.8 ounces.
#1 again. This looks like a cry for Mama, but it was actually a hiss. We’ve hit our hissy stage.
#2 is a girl. She weighed in at 5.8 ounces.
#2 again, at the beginning of a hiss.
#3 (mostly black, with a wee white goatee) is a girl. She weighed 6.6 ounces.
#3 again, showing off her hissing skillz.
#4 – the tuxie with the white tail tip – is also a girl. She was the smallest, at 5.6 ounces.
She was the most chill of the four kittens, and did not feel a need to do any hissin’.
There’s been a lot of concern on Facebook and Instagram that in most of the pictures I’ve posted of Katia and her kittens, she’s lying like this. Directly ON the milk bar. The kittens will STARVE! you might worry.
The kittens are not starving. Katia only gets into that position when a human is in the room. Most of the time she’s flopped over on her side with the kittens nursing.
See? On her side. Yes, I was in the room (you can see by the watchful eyes), but the kittens started yelling that they were hungry, so she went as far back in the crate as she could, and opened the milk bar.
Milk-drunk.
When Fred was moving kittens out of the crate (so I could change the bedding), before we weighed and sexed them, #2 started hissing the instant Fred touched her. We both laughed at her, which didn’t help matters any, I’m sure. She was all “I AM SERIOUS, HERE.”
Last night, Kristi came down from her favorite spot and ended up hanging out here (which is not far from Katia’s crate).
I sat down to take her picture, and it alarmed her and she ran away.
She totally looks like she’s trying to suck her stomach in.
Her favorite spot.
I posted this on Facebook, but for anyone who missed it: I woke up at 4:30 yesterday morning. I grabbed the iPad and checked the Dropcam in the foster room, as I often do. I saw that Kristi was in one of the boxes, and when I scrolled back I could see she’d been in there for a couple of hours. I just KNEW she’d had her kittens, and I FLEW to the foster room. Except that in the 10 seconds it took me to get there, she moved from the box to her favorite spot by the window, and laughed in my face when I asked where the kittens were.
HMPH.
So no clue when they’re coming; alls I know is that they’re not here yet!
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Videos! In the first one, Katia doesn’t hesitate to show her protective side when she thinks I’m too close.
And in the second one, we have a hisser. The part where she looks at him and then looks back at me cracks me UP. The maternal pride is palpable!
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Newt has such a serious little face.
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Previously
2017: No entry.
2016: No entry.
2015: “Am exhausted, lady.”
2014: Ferdinand was the last one to run off, because he’s NOT SKEERED OF NO STRANGERS.
2013: That’s right, still bakin’.
2012: Oh, look! Time to eat. That only happens constantly, we’re lucky I had the camera with me while it was happening.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Sometimes the wait is so long and strenuous that he sits there, dozing.
2007: Sugarbutt does his Popeye impression.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.