Not much has been happening here. I did a little reorganizing of all the fiber strewn around the living room, then spent the afternoon doing an exchange on the menagerie …
Ray, Charles and Georgia spent the last 17 days or so with us. They were trapped by animal control, and we brought them home to help them get rid of their kitten colds and for a little bit of socialization. I think they were most likely feral because they did NOT want to be around people and most definitely did not want to be held. Now they come running when we go into the kitten nursery … er … our spare bathroom. And they purr like crazy. Unfortunately, we had to return them to MEOW because they are ready for adoption. If you are looking for some really sweet kittens, I suggest that you take a look at the cats and kittens available for adoption from MEOW at Pet Shelter or drop by for a visit. They are still at their old place on Mercer Island. They haven’t moved yet.
But, I didn’t come home empty handed … This mother cat and her litter of 5, were gracious to share the milk with 2 additional kittens that were not taking to the bottle, and they all came home with me. While I was doing the exchange, Martin was busy cleaning the kitten nursery and prepping it for the new litter. The 2 grey kittens were a bit of a surprise because they only told us about the mother and 5 kittens.
Mom is Tallulah Belle, and her 5 kittens are Titania, Harlequin, Isolde, Columbine, and Tristan. The 2 grey ones are Hyacinth and Huckleberry.
These little ones are definitely not feral. Extremely playful and will run you over if you are between them and the other kitten that they wanted to tackle.
They are about 5 weeks old and should be ready to be adopted in another 4-5 weeks. Mom is a little underweight right now. Once we fatten her up some, and the kittens are weaned, she, too, will be ready for adoption. She is a real sweetie of a lap cat. She climbed up on my lap immediately and started purring.
Just so that you know we haven’t abandoned our own kitties, here’s EliSpot keeping an eye on Martin while he was trimming the wisteria. This is outside our 2nd story window … she can climb both up and down the ladder. I’ve never known a cat to be able to do that. Rosie Toes and Hemingway spent the day in the shade.