talk about dysfunctional. there are 8 members in this family. 2 won't sit. 1 won't share. 1 doesn't get enough sun. 2 tear at each other on sight. the woman won't stop. the man has no clue. welcome to my family.
they have had a precarious start to life but our 3 kittens never let it hold them back from having the time of their lives for one second. we hope they will find love with a family who will take them as they are, a little flawed but all perfection when it comes to showering love on the one who will love them back.
you know the kind of girl always stiffed with the responsibility of picking up after everyone just because she is the oldest? well, that's me. i take my job seriously. i make them lick up their own stinking spills. my name is Rosie.
you know the kind of girl that gets by on the back of the queenest bee in town? that's me. call me pawlick, sidekick, genius... move it, i just called dibs on that sun spot, honey. my name is Tooty.
i may look like the hell angel's spawn but i am really the guy that bawled when Kenny with his newfound confidence was rescued from the trunk of his le car and whisked off for a romantic picnic in the wine country by his burly car-mechanic rescuer. my name is Bak Bak.
i stand out from this motley crowd and that makes the rest kind of jealous. it's really not my fault i am born big round and bring purrsexy back. i feel bad for them you know? just a little. Take em' to the bridge. (Go 'head be gone with it). my name is Fruity.
we itch and we scratch to leap wide and jump high. wood, grill, glass and flesh are all equal in this urban terrain. we are butch and sundance, starsky and hutch, rodgers & hammerstein. you best call us Blackie and Chaplin.
Rosie, Tooty, Suede and Blackie take karma out for a spin.
kittens are finally let out to meet the family. we are so used by now to these occasional alien home invasions the man and woman don't much worry. but they have their eye on Bak Bak who may still be under the impression that these are new toys...
they will get their recreation time everyday from now on. so more kitten adventures ahead!
the kittens have fully recovered. one eye on calico however, did not heal well and is partially obscured by the third eye lid. she hops and plays, confident in her cuteness, without noticing. would a potential adopter? so sorry little darling... :(
just when the woman is lying on her side with her head propped on one hand, huffing and puffing about another Bak Bak turd soccer practice, he comes sliding through the cosy nook between her elbow and ear to brush her on the cheek. is that how to get out of detention? you bet!
from the same bag of tricks, he pulls this one to thaw Papa's initial subzero welcome:
these tabby siblings are with a friend and ready for adoption. look at those eyes, calico will be so jealous... they are 4 weeks old, still on KRM feed by syringe but can be weaned soon.
because calico's eyes are so bad, the vet had to cut away some of the tissue that is growing over the eyes. the woman almost passed out. she is furiously applying the terramycin as much because she doesn't want to sit through one of those sessions again. the next vet check is due, for calico's sake and the woman's, i hope the eyes are on the road to snip-free recovery.
Bak Bak! this is one no-hygiene cat. he is so curious about the kittens in the utility room he is staking out the door in Leafty's pan and comes out reeking of rabbit piss. stupid cat!
... and selfishness, i wish it's just family, all peace and all quiet.
with the kittens now, the woman is on a strict 2-hour medicine regiment to save their eyes, calico's especially, from a severe case of conjunctivitis. when the tissue closes, that will be it, a sightless kitten.
no fair, the woman has become completely enamoured by big-jawed panther-impersonator, Bak Bak. she says he is a piece of the wild. yep, that does nothing but play with poo (still at it) and snuggle under blankets.
so soon after little kitty was gone, a fosterer called up desperate to find a sitter for these 3 kittens for 2 weeks as she has to go out of town. with the string of bad luck we have had, i am afraid for these little things... and they are not in good shape, sneezing and eyes glued shut. gosh, talk about losing the nerve.
(update: tortie has been adopted! sadly, calico's eye did not heal well although that affects her curious, outgoing, loving spirit none!)
little kitten died in its sleep. after 2 feeds, it seemed so perky and happy, curling up onto the woman's palm to sleep. after leaving it to sleep on its own to prepare the next feed, the woman checked back to find it restful but found it still shortly after.
not sure if she is doing it right but the woman is seen here feeding a newborn kitten found earlier in the night. it still has its umbilical cord attached.
the kitten was crying its lungs out amongst a pile of leaves and garbage in the drain. it had a bad smell of death there so we suspect it could be a lone survivor of the litter. the heavy afternoon rain couldn't have been kind.
after fishing it out of the drain though, the man and woman lost the nerve to feel for any possible others. they are on the look out for the mum (the drain is in direct view of our block).
the people at the 24hrs animal hospital were kind enough to spare some milk powder where none was available for sale. but the kitten has not stopped crying even after feeding, bowel movement, heat bottle and lamp and human touch. it's straight to the vet when they open tomorrow.
(update: the man did something right with his feeding and bowel relieving technique and little kitty is finally sound asleep. but it's all touch and go, we fear. we hope the kitten might get a better chance with a more experienced fosterer. drop us an email.
