Sunday, September 30, 2012

Things Are Looking Up and You Didn't Even Know They'd Been Looking Down

Long time readers know that while I make every attempt to keep things light and fluffy on the blog, there are never any guarantees with tiny babies. 

Sometimes things go on behind the scenes that never see the light of day in a post.  I know you know.  It's just common sense with such fragile little things.  But more often than not, with lots of care and a few worrisome days, they fight the good fight and come out champions.

Such has been the case with Noreen and Patsy.  They were so little - just 10 and 12 ounces.  They had been taken away from their mama much too early.  But they were plump and appeared healthy when they arrived and they deserved a chance.

They've given me a run for my money, these two.

Things were fine for the first little while.  They would eat, but not enough, so they were syringe-fed a couple of times a day and given a high calorie supplement to provide a little boost.  Not uncommon for littles.

And then the big "D" - diarrhea.  Their energy levels went down, their appetite was suppressed, they lost weight.  Nearly two weeks went by and I don't mind telling you, this foster mom was concerned.  More syringe feeding, more supplements, sub-q fluids every day.  Not a lot of progress.

But I am now so happy to report that with the help of modern medicine and our amazing shelter vets, THINGS ARE LOOKING UP!! 

These photos of Noreen with Skeeter show you just how eensy the tinies really are. Their diarrhea has resolved, they're eating on their own and putting on weight like good little girls.  I'm pretty darn sure we're over the hump.

Halleluiah and pop the champagne!!  I could use a glass. 

(By the way, Skeeter is still available.  Go figure.)

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Oh, That Davey. He Does Like the Ladies.

This particular beauty is Bella.  The very sweet and oh-so-very tolerant, 3-legged Lab of my friend Elliot. 

A charming couple, I must say.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Scootin' With Skeeter!

She's ready for adoption, people!

Are you in the market for a kooky little tabby girl to greet you in the morning turning somersaults across the bed?  Who follows you bounding into the bathroom, then tips over the waste basket and shoves herself into your slippers to use them for toboggans?

Then your search ends now, my friends. She's here and she's fabulous. If I wasn't at my kitty limit, this one would be staying right where she is.

Scrappy cat. I love that.

Crazy playful, purrs instantly on contact. Pick her up and she melts. She's got it all and we all love Skeeter.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Bye Kids!!

Bye Marla!

Bye Mickey!

My sweet gray kittens moved into their new home last week with a mom and teenage daughter who loved them on sight. Kathy and Maria have lots of experience with lots of different animals and have recently found themselves critter-less.  An unacceptable situation to be sure.

Bring on the kitty cats!

Maria was so excited to take these two home. She'd fallen for them on the blog and knew before she met them that it was love. She sat on the floor ooh'ing and aah'ing while they got acquainted.  A lifelong bond in the making.  I was so happy to send them home with these kind ladies.

Rumor has it that dad was busy building the kittens a scratchy-climby thing.  (Hooray, dad!!)  They might also want to look into investing in one of these whirl-the-ball-around things.

What follows was not an uncommon sight during their time with me.

It's so much easier to let these babies go when my heart knows they will be loved.  There's not a shred of doubt about Mickey and Marla.

Be well babies!  Send me a photo now and then.  Maybe from the top of your new kitty tree!


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Oh Boys!!

If you've been around long enough I know you remember Bradley and Morgan!

What a joy to revisit this little video. Enough darling deliciousness packed into those seven ounce bodies to give an otherwise healthy person heart paltipations.

So I heard from their papa the other day! He and his wife are planning a trip to celebrate his retirement from a long career in law enforcement and are looking into boarding the boys. He contacted me for recommendations.

First of all, thank you Richard. I know you're counting the days (literally), and I'd like to be among the many to tell you how grateful I am that people like you are out there so that people like me can more comfortably be here.

That said, a life of leisure couldn't happen to a nicer guy! And I don't make such statements lightly.  To wit, I present the following utterly incontrovertible evidence:

"We haven't left our boys alone since we received them. We're pretty protective of them, and don't want to board them with just anyone. We're looking for someone that will care for them as if they belonged to them.

We have made the boys indoor cats. Morgan has never been outside other than for trips to the vet. Bradley managed to escape a couple times, and I must say he did enjoy his brief freedom. All of their shots are up to date, and they are two healthy little guys. We truly love them.

Bradley gets up with me every morning at 4:40 a.m. We have this ritual where he follows me to the bathroom, jumps up on the sink counter, then places his front paws on my shoulder like he is giving me a hug. What a nice way to start the day.

Morgan continues to sleep on the climbing tree until I feed them. Then it's his turn to offer some love. He tries crawling up my leg as I prepare their food. He is so funny.

We just need to know that they are being cared for like we care for them, and that they are given some reasonable attention during the day. They are two very friendly cats. They get along well with all 4 of our grandchildren, and aren't afraid of strangers.

Bradley weighs about 7 1/2 pounds, and Morgan is about 7 pounds. Their fur is so soft you just want to keep stroking them, which they like a lot. They have developed well, and are two very handsome cats, if I do say so myself.

Right now they are both my lap as I try typing this message. Both have one of the front paws across my arm, which is their way of holding hands. Or maybe they are trying to tell me that I belong to them!"

Case closed.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Davey Has a Chicken

I am so fortunate for so many reasons - not the least of which is my dear friend Kim who works at a great local pet store.  And if that weren't enough, I have another friend named Kim who works at another great local pet store.

I have no idea what the odds are.  Two loving, lovely ladies.

One of these Kims has a penchant for kitties of the orange persuasion.  She met Davey and sweet love was in the air.  Oh yeah, baby.

She gave him a chicken.  Of the orange persuasion.

He dearly loves his chicken and they're so darn cute together.

Oh, and should you be wondering what was drawing his attention stage right in this series, it looked something like this:

Monday, September 17, 2012

There are Few Things Better Than a Tiny Girl Kitty Cat

One of those things would be another tiny girl kitty cat.  Patsy has a sister.  Her name is Noreen.

Can you tell how eensy they are? Perspective is good. I'll round up a can of their food so you can see.

HA!  Did you see Noreen's tiny high-five in that last one??  How fabulous is that?!  Precious.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Lice Lice Babies

Okay, woah there!  Don't get all itchy and twitchy now.  I see you starting to scratch.  Take a deep breath and a moment to center yourself.

All right, then.  Let us begin.

Yes, some of the recent residents came to me with lice.  We rarely see it - in fact it was a first for me.  Apparently there has been an influx in our area of late and I couldn't tell you why.  (Yet another reason to keep your kitties indoors.)

Back in August while at the shelter on a work day, I overheard the foster coordinator telling our vet that she was having some difficulty a finding foster home for a pair of kittens being treated for lice.  I already had some kittens at home and I knew the lice babies would need to be kept strictly separate, but shelter space was at a premium, so there you have it. 

Dr. Robbins had found a grand total of 2 adult lice, so it was far from an infestation, but lice are lice. (Baby.)  Dinah and Luanne moved into the large wire dog crate in the basement.

Within days, the same scenario.  Two more kittens, same situation.  Bring on Mickey and Marla who set up camp in the bathroom.

I was given the option of shaving all their little furs off to speed up the treatment process, but how in the heck could I do that?? I mean seriously, people.

So, in the event that you're not aware, the lice found on cats and kittens is specific to the breed, does not survive off the animal and is not transferrable to people. They're not the same pesky critters that sometimes hitch a ride home from school with your kids. (Okay, those are kind of eewwww!.)

The kittens are given a topical treatment - much like for fleas - to kill the existing varmints. Two weeks later, another treatment to take care of any nits that may have hatched; and again two weeks after that until the nits are gone. Darla and Luanne required only two treatments; Mickey and Marla got three.

All right now, class.  Speaking of infestations, if there are any among you not already afflicted with an annoying ear worm, you're not getting off that easy.  Pull on your parachute pants and roll it!

Friday, September 14, 2012

Twelve Ounces of Can-Do Kitty!

It's Patsy, if you please.

I put her down at the kitchen door and trotted blindly backwards until I plowed into the stove.

She's a dilute tortie doll baby!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

A Very Fond Adieu

Bye, Dinah.

Bye-bye, Luanne.

Their new mama told me that she hoped it was okay if she and their papa spoil them rotten.

Permission granted.  Bye, sweetness girls.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Davey @ Work

On the days that I work, Davey comes with me so we can have lunch together.  He's a good boy and is eating on his own, just not quite enough.  (Note dish with syringe on right of frame.)

Mostly I relax and read a book, but sometimes I get distracted.

Ryan thinks we're silly.  We like Ryan.  He's good people.  And we are a little silly.

"Oh, Mickey..."

You know the rest.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Sunday, September 9, 2012

And the Kits Just Keep on Coming!

We finally arrive at the last of the current brood of gray-bies.  Skeeter is her name.  She's wackadoodle. 

When she's not comfortably lounging as you see here - all cute and sweet and stuff - she's a stripey gray blur, ears laid back in pure ecstasy, boinking sideways from hither to thither on all the tippie-toes of all four feet.

Such a goof!!  She'll require a family with LOTS of energy to keep up.  Perhaps even a dog sibling would be in order.  An energetic dog sibling.

But in the meantime, look at how darn cute she is when she's tuckered out.

Aww, Skeeter.  You're a super special crazy cat, you are.