Before I forget!
Bursting at the Seams
There's one more reason the shelter calls me directly to take kittens — I only live a few miles away. There are foster homes all over the county, but for some that means a 45 minute drive.
Anyhow, that explains why I picked up kittens #9-13 on Saturday. They came in right before the shelter closed for a holiday weekend, and I was nearby. Luckily, these guys are easy. They're weaned, and their upper respiratory gunk is mild. The biggest issue is going to be socialization — three of the five run and hide when I appear — but my secret weapon (Elisabeth) is making extra trips to my house to help.
Also present in the house:
Little blind kitten Sunburst, who is almost finished with quarantine. She is now eating solid food with the aid of the emotional support spoon, so maybe she'll be completely weaned in the next week.
The seven elementals who are eating some food but also going through eight bottles of formula every day. They might also be weaned within a week.
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| Raindrop and Foghorn |
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| Skylark, Cloudberry, Stardew, Moonshine, and Mistbow |
And finally, Nimbus. He's sad because Lulu went back to the shelter for adoption last week. I may let him hang out with the elementals because he shouldn't be infectious and he loves being around other cats.
And now?
With a house full of foster kittens, what am I doing at this very moment in time?
Yes, that's right, I'm trying to get MORE kittens. Or rather, one kitten and its mom.
After not seeing any kittens for five weeks, I'd come to the conclusion that none of the babies had survived. But then last night I saw a little black kitten when I was returning from a walk. And this morning mom and that black kitten walked by while I was sitting here. So it's back to hanging out in the alley watching the trap. At least the weather is nice enough.
