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the unbearable cuteness of kittens
Aug. 28th, 2005 11:01 pmSo the kittens are getting much bigger and more cat-like, though they still look like powder puffs with ears legs and tails. They are so round that they almost waddle when they go into the cages at night, and in the morning they seem bigger, but skinnier, so I guess I’m feeding them up right.
Raising kittens has been a huge commitment, though, and it’s left me exhausted most of the time. I’ve felt almost like I’ve suddenly become a mom, with fuzzy little quadruplets to raise. Hats off to all you moms, by the way, I’ve been doing this 2 and ½ weeks, and I feel like I’m losing my mind, so I don’t even know anyone survives 2 years of infancy and toddlerhood. A friend told me that you “fall in love with your baby” so that all of the irritating things don’t seem so important, but man-oh-man, I love these kittens, and no offense, but I suspect I find them cuter than I’d be able to find a human baby, and still they make me crazy.
George and Susan keep chewing Ringo’s balls, and Ringo’s only defense is to poop all over them. I’ve finally had to keep Ringo and Molly in one cage and George and Susan in the other to prevent excess ball-chewing (and to lower the number of baths I have to give them – they still are just learning to wash themselves). Because they are so young, I’m afraid to leave them wet and have been blow-drying them after baths.
They definitely see me as mommy-cat. When they get sleepy or scared, their first preference is to curl up somewhere on me – Ringo likes my shoulders, Molly favors the space in the middle when I’m sitting cross-legged, George and Susan prefer to be anywhere where they can chew someone’s genitals. Today the little girls from next door (who are maybe 3 and 7, and speak some English, but prefer Spanish, when they can be coaxed into talking at all) asked if they could come over and touch the kittens. The littlest one, who barely talks, would go from looking so serious to the most beautiful smile ever whenever the kittens would do something especially cute. The kittens tolerated being petted and held – even when turned upside-down, but when put down on the ground they dashed back to my lap, except for Molly, who kept trying to make a break for the bushes.
Other than that, I’m trying to get my head around the idea that I have less than 2 weeks until school starts and much to do.
Tomorrow I will try to post some of the kitten photos we took tonight.
Also, if anyone in the Seattle area wants a sweet, cuddly, very furry orange-stripey boy kitty, I have two who will be ready for homes in the next week or so. They are mostly litter-trained, eat mostly solid food, though I am still giving them a bottle at night, and have been de-wormed and tested for FeLV. So far no vaccines, as they were too young, but I hope to get them in there. They are free to good homes, though a donation towards vaccines would be lovely if their new owners can do it. It looks like the girls have a good home lined up.
Raising kittens has been a huge commitment, though, and it’s left me exhausted most of the time. I’ve felt almost like I’ve suddenly become a mom, with fuzzy little quadruplets to raise. Hats off to all you moms, by the way, I’ve been doing this 2 and ½ weeks, and I feel like I’m losing my mind, so I don’t even know anyone survives 2 years of infancy and toddlerhood. A friend told me that you “fall in love with your baby” so that all of the irritating things don’t seem so important, but man-oh-man, I love these kittens, and no offense, but I suspect I find them cuter than I’d be able to find a human baby, and still they make me crazy.
George and Susan keep chewing Ringo’s balls, and Ringo’s only defense is to poop all over them. I’ve finally had to keep Ringo and Molly in one cage and George and Susan in the other to prevent excess ball-chewing (and to lower the number of baths I have to give them – they still are just learning to wash themselves). Because they are so young, I’m afraid to leave them wet and have been blow-drying them after baths.
They definitely see me as mommy-cat. When they get sleepy or scared, their first preference is to curl up somewhere on me – Ringo likes my shoulders, Molly favors the space in the middle when I’m sitting cross-legged, George and Susan prefer to be anywhere where they can chew someone’s genitals. Today the little girls from next door (who are maybe 3 and 7, and speak some English, but prefer Spanish, when they can be coaxed into talking at all) asked if they could come over and touch the kittens. The littlest one, who barely talks, would go from looking so serious to the most beautiful smile ever whenever the kittens would do something especially cute. The kittens tolerated being petted and held – even when turned upside-down, but when put down on the ground they dashed back to my lap, except for Molly, who kept trying to make a break for the bushes.
Other than that, I’m trying to get my head around the idea that I have less than 2 weeks until school starts and much to do.
Tomorrow I will try to post some of the kitten photos we took tonight.
Also, if anyone in the Seattle area wants a sweet, cuddly, very furry orange-stripey boy kitty, I have two who will be ready for homes in the next week or so. They are mostly litter-trained, eat mostly solid food, though I am still giving them a bottle at night, and have been de-wormed and tested for FeLV. So far no vaccines, as they were too young, but I hope to get them in there. They are free to good homes, though a donation towards vaccines would be lovely if their new owners can do it. It looks like the girls have a good home lined up.
