Posts Tagged rearing kittens
The house of kittens is taking its toll on my time.
They are getting bigger, more energetic, more hungry and generally more demanding. It’s so entertaining to see them playing together though and, when I go down to feed them, I usually spend far too much time just watching them.
I had to take little Yuki to the vet last week. She (for he is a she!) still didn’t seem to be able to eat properly and had started to lose weight. The others were more than twice her size and she was getting knocked about a lot at playtime. The vet said she had severe diahorrea and gave me a syringe full of gloop to give her twice a day for two days and some tablets, twice a day for five days. I worried. She has a skull the size of a walnut and trying to force tablets down her was not an easy task.
He also said her tail was broken and disappeared with her for two minutes and, when he reappeared, the above was what was left of her tail. I barely had time to be traumatised.
Since then, she has been gaining weight. She sits in the middle of the food dish so none of the others can get any and sucks up the food noisily and slowly. She generally needs a wipe down with a damp cloth afterward!
This is her now on the left. Still very small and she looks a bit like a guinea pig crossed with a gremlin but look at that little face.
I embarked upon a campaign to get the kittens adopted – apart from her of course as she’s far too little and delicate to leave 😉
I had a surprisingly good response – bearing in mind that kittens are ten a penny in France – and these two have been reserved by very nice families and will be leaving in a week or so.
Then there’s this one.
I sort of let him hide behind me when they came looking because I’m not sure we can be parted. I have a good excuse. Yuki needs to learn play from her siblings and she’s only just gained enough strength to join in the rough and tumble so I can’t keep her on her own – she needs to learn. Well, I can’t can I? Will having six cats make me ‘odd’? Do I care? Maybe I’ll keep him another couple of weeks and then restart the adoption campaign
halfheartedly in earnest. I’m already being picky. My hairdresser told me yesterday that her sister was looking for a kitten and I said I’d bear it in mind but she wants ‘an indoor cat’ because she lives in an apartment with only a balcony and I’m not sure about that.
What would you do? Could you be sensible?
Hello, my name is Yuki (apparently the younger human in this house is a fan of all things Japanese) and I want to explain why the older human isn’t blogging about sewing or knitting or dogs or getting anything else done at all.Yuki
You might have read that I got stuck behind a wall. My mum must have dropped me there and couldn’t get me out. I cried and cried but the human who lives next to the barn had gone away for a couple of days and nobody heard me. In the end, I couldn’t make any noise at all.
Suddenly, somebody realised I was there and got me out.
Are you my Mummy?
I am very tiny now because I missed my food for two days and the human took me next door to where there is usually somebody home and they are used to animals like me.
They put me in a spare bedroom because there are big cats who live here and also big dogs.
Even though the humans came and played with me a lot – they say I’m cute – I felt a bit lonely and followed them around and sucked on their feet. I liked to sit inside the human’s t-shirts and go to sleep and they said they might make me something called a ‘papoose’ to keep me warm.
I’m not sure how to play with this and there is something inside that makes a loud noise.
Suddenly, there was a fuss and the human from next door made a delivery
It was my sister
Then he came back
There are four of us living in the spare room now so I have warm fur to snuggle up with.
The humans here say I need to put on weight. I weigh 270g and the others weigh 470g but they say I have now survived two nights since being stuck so they are hopeful. The others are lapping from saucers but I’m still having a bottle as I’m so little.
That will be me soon!
There is a bowl of stones in the room and I think we are supposed to do our ‘business’ in there. Here’s my big brother showing me how it’s done. I don’t know how he knows this – cats are just clever I think.
The humans have said that, if I survive, even though there are already four big cats living here, even though they said ‘no more cats ever’, I have such ‘character’, they couldn’t possibly part with me.
I don’t know why, do you?