Well, this morning was a VERY early start for me... I had to get up and take our little fuzzy visitors off to the vet to get de-sexed. Two of them went into the carry boxes without fuss, but little Spooky and the darker tabby (who I have nicknamed "Tabitha" because sometimes she's a wicked little witch) did NOT wish to go quietly unto that dark box... as the welts on my wrist attest to.
Anyways, they eventually got boxed and shipped, trying to chew their way out of the box the whole journey...
Collection time will be sometime after 2pm today... we'll see just how frisky and bouncy they are now.
Showing posts with label spook. Show all posts
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Monday, April 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
In a moment of inspiration last night, T recalled we still had the old cat tower out in the garage. We figured our two cats are such outdoor cats nowdays, it was a shame not to put it to good use... so in it came and was placed in the 'Foster Zone'.
It took a long time for the kittens to get used to it... all of a few seconds until they were gleefully testing the rope poles out for climbing, and half an hour later, after much exercise on their part, we entered to the room to find them all curled up fast asleep in their new playpad. No more blanket-lined cardboard boxes for these little tykes. ;)
On another note... little Spook now only keeps his nickname as a sideways joke regarding his colour... he doesn't shy away from sudden movements or attempts at strokes any more... totally settled and more than willing to rev up the 2-stroke purr motor any time a hand even hints at coming near him. Today, he happily settled back on the top layer of the tower and licked my fingers for almost 10 minutes before the tickles became too much for me and I had to pull away. -lol-
The fuzzbuckets don't know it yet, but they are booked in for desexing next Tuesday... I sure hope they will forgive us for this horrendous betrayal of their biological rights... but it won't change a thing if they don't.
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| Checkin' out da new crib... |
It took a long time for the kittens to get used to it... all of a few seconds until they were gleefully testing the rope poles out for climbing, and half an hour later, after much exercise on their part, we entered to the room to find them all curled up fast asleep in their new playpad. No more blanket-lined cardboard boxes for these little tykes. ;)
On another note... little Spook now only keeps his nickname as a sideways joke regarding his colour... he doesn't shy away from sudden movements or attempts at strokes any more... totally settled and more than willing to rev up the 2-stroke purr motor any time a hand even hints at coming near him. Today, he happily settled back on the top layer of the tower and licked my fingers for almost 10 minutes before the tickles became too much for me and I had to pull away. -lol-
The fuzzbuckets don't know it yet, but they are booked in for desexing next Tuesday... I sure hope they will forgive us for this horrendous betrayal of their biological rights... but it won't change a thing if they don't.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
What a difference a weekend makes...
This weekend I had to scoot off to a camp with Mr10's Cub troup. Before I left I had a chance to play with our foster furballs, and as usual, Spook was more willing to hide than play. I am not sure why, but these kittens seem to be somewhat androphobic (scared of males) as they react far better to my partner than to me or our boys. (OK, the kids I can somewhat understand - noise, fast movements, rough handling, etc).
Upon my return, I was regaled with tales of how much progress had been made... but even so, it was a surprise this morning when I climbed out of the shower and found that as well as the usual 'three girls want to play in the shower box' situation, little Spook came wandering over and not only willingly walked up to me and sniffed my hand, but then started to rub his cheeks against my fingers, then sidle side-on so I could stroke his back.
His little 2-stroke purr motor was going full-volume within seconds and he was loving the back scratches, with his back legs up on tip-toes and rather forceful shovings making sure I scratched right where he wanted it. HUGE progress indeed!
Seems there are very promising signs of hope for him after all... I was worried he wouldn't show signs of socialising before the decision had to be made whether to invest in de-sexing or not bother on the grounds he probably wouldn't be adoptable. Chances are looking good that he'll go to the vet and return "2 stones lighter" and thus be eligible for adoption by a loving, gentle family or a retired person/couple. I still don't think he'll be suited for a rough'n'tumble household.
Upon my return, I was regaled with tales of how much progress had been made... but even so, it was a surprise this morning when I climbed out of the shower and found that as well as the usual 'three girls want to play in the shower box' situation, little Spook came wandering over and not only willingly walked up to me and sniffed my hand, but then started to rub his cheeks against my fingers, then sidle side-on so I could stroke his back.
His little 2-stroke purr motor was going full-volume within seconds and he was loving the back scratches, with his back legs up on tip-toes and rather forceful shovings making sure I scratched right where he wanted it. HUGE progress indeed!
Seems there are very promising signs of hope for him after all... I was worried he wouldn't show signs of socialising before the decision had to be made whether to invest in de-sexing or not bother on the grounds he probably wouldn't be adoptable. Chances are looking good that he'll go to the vet and return "2 stones lighter" and thus be eligible for adoption by a loving, gentle family or a retired person/couple. I still don't think he'll be suited for a rough'n'tumble household.
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