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Why didn’t they TELL you they saw a full term kitten, instead of just a vague “we think she’s ready to pop”?
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Had the vets a month ago explained they saw a full term kitten in there would it have been a better result?
If I had realized that they’d seen a full-term kitten when I got her a month ago, I would have taken her to the vet to find out what was going on. HOWEVER, that is 100% on me. I should have called the vet and asked why specifically they thought she was about to pop. Nearly every pregnant cat I take is supposedly “just about to go into labor,” then they wait weeks to have their kittens, and after seeing that so many times, I let it cloud my judgement. (I once got a “pregnant cat” from a vet – a different vet – who turned out not to be pregnant at all). Moving forward, I’ll be more careful.
And yes, I will continue to foster pregnant cats in the future.
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What happened must be incredibly, incredibly rare, right? I know cats can get pregnant at different times, but I always assumed it had to be rather close together, not weeks apart? What typically happens when some kittens are full term and the others aren’t, but they were still conceived more closely together?
It is rare, but not unheard of – it’s called “interrupted labor.” I belong to a Facebook group for fosters, and I’ve read of cats who have kittens, the fosters think they’re done, and a day or even several days later there are more. One person even mentioned that she had more kittens born TWO WEEKS LATER. So I suppose that theoretically if she’s gone into labor with the first kitten, then Carmy could have been born 4 weeks later.
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Last week two sweet former fosters came to visit (along with part of the Luli & Cat team). FYI, you can see them and their brother Waffle on Facebook and Instagram!
Muffin (formerly known as Ouiser from the Magnolia23 litter) was a little unsure.
She took her time and checked out the situation.
Along with Muffin came Maple (formerly known as Dillydally from the Hopalong Gang.) Did they remember the Churu table? Sure did!
“You know what we want, lady.”
Maple with the helpin’ paw, just in case I forgot where the Churu goes. Muffin, on the other hand, absolutely refused my Churu offering.
Fortified by an entire Churu, Maple went to work figuring out the track toy.
Muffin remembered this closet! I don’t know what it is about this closet, but the Magnolias loved it. They’d demand to go in there and check things out at least once a day. And it’s just toys, extra rugs, and random other things. Nothing exciting… but I guess they thought maybe someday something exciting would appear.
Muffin supervised some track toy play.
Then she checked out this scratcher/bed. Which I thiiink I had when the Magnolias were here, but perhaps not.
Maple with the track toys.
“It just… seemed so much bigger when I was a kid!”
Muffin checked out the mirrors several times.
Muffin was a cute kitten, but as a nearly grown cat, she is BEAUTIFUL.
Maple is so pretty! Her curious little face kills me.
Muffin went under the blanket to chill out, and Maple checked on her.
Just hanging out.
Maple checking out the view.
It was such a sweet visit – both girls definitely remember being here. Muffin was a little more tentative – circling the room, checking out all the old spots (under the bed, up inside the couch cover, under the blankets) – and eventually approaching me to be petted. She was happy to jump up on the Churu desk with Maple, but absolutely refused to take any Churu from me. She was like “My mama said not to take food from strangers, and no one’s stranger than you!”
Maple rarely stopped moving – checking out every corner of the room, playing with the toys, climbing up the cat trees, checking out the window seat. I swear, if I had one tiny bit of that energy! She was eyeballing the teasers at one point, and I took down the Da Bird teaser to play with her. That girl FLEW. I had to put it away after a few minutes because she was going so wild – she’d catch the feathers and growl because she was NOT giving up her “kill” for anyone. It was so funny to see.
I loved seeing them; having them here – and talking about Natalie – was the perfect way to spend a few hours. It helped immeasurably – and also helped to see how ready those girls were to go home. They were both like “Nice place to visit, but let’s go HOME.” They know where their home is, and it ain’t here!
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Carmy’s on the move!
Toddling about, checking out the rug.
He’s such a little cutie pie.
Carmy’s eyes are about to open, I think. I expect by Monday they’ll be open and we’ll get to see his beautiful blue eyes. I can’t wait!
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The sweet little family. (Carmy is not in this picture – that little brown tabby is her kitten. And the one to the right who looks like a brown tabby is the black boy – he’s got a lot of stripes and spots, and since I have to lighten the pictures a bit, it brings out those stripes in pictures.)
Mama’s eye looks rough here because I had just put ointment in it.
Later today – or possibly tomorrow, I haven’t decided yet – I’ll be bringing Carmy in to see the little family again. Hopefully all will go well – even if he doesn’t nurse, as long as mama has no issues with him I’ll leave him in there with them for a while and see how it goes. Like I said – if he won’t nurse from her, that is perfectly fine. I can feed him in the foster room as easily as I feed him downstairs, and I am very sure that he’ll figure it out.
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I wish Rocco could find a way to relax.
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Good morning, from this sweet little family. Sorry if I worded things confusingly yesterday – I did find a family for Carmy to join, and I went and got them – they’ll all be here in my foster room, so you’ll still get to watch Carmy grow alongside his new family! Mom’s eye is doing better, though she’s still squinting a bit. I’m continuing to put the ointment in it, and hopefully that’ll fix her up.
Names hopefully coming later today – I just need to decide on them and run them by Michelle!
YouTube link
Feeding Carmy. (While I call it “bottle feeding” it’s actually a syringe (not that that makes all that much of a difference) ; this is the first time I’ve successfully used a nipple on a syringe, and it’s going really well. I tried to convince Carmy to drink from the bottle, but he’s apparently a syringe man all the way.)
Good night innernets. (Names tomorrow, I promise!)
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Previously
2023: A Kes and her mama.
2022: Nacho’s giving me the Eyes of Judgement.
2021: “Just wanna hang out and play with my kicker toy, lady. Is that so much to ask without this little whippersnapper barging in?”
2020: The look Constance gave me when I asked if she could possibly be any cuter. (I assume the answer is “no.”)
2019: A boy in a basket with a baguette. Oui!
2018: They were looking at the blue spring, the best toy ever!
2017: Chip is weirdly obsessed with the strainer in the utility sink.
2016: “I know she’s got my toy. I’m just biding my time, lady.”
2015: Gracie.
2014: No entry.
2013: Sweet rumpled little monkey girl.
2012: “POLLY, HE IN MY BASKET.”
2011: “Wush up, guysh?”
2010: I guess that toy knows who the boss is now!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.