21 July, 2010

Oh frabjous day!

Your daily update is late today, gentle readers, but that’s all right for I have fabulous news!

Emmaline, Astute, Intrepid, and Badger went to get vetted today! They are all FIV/FeLV negative and have been dewormed. Emmaline has had her rabies/distemper vax, the kittens were too little. They are possibly 10 weeks old.

Emmaline is settled into my bedroom now, the kittens are in the bathroom although Astute will probably move to the bedroom tomorrow so I can focus on socializing Intrepid and Badger. Intrepid is quite friendly but a little wary, Badger is still all “SCREW YOU THUMB MONKEY” although starting to be interested in me since I always show up with food and make the other kittens purr.

In bad news, I haven’t seen Dreadnought in a couple days.

20 July, 2010

Well, that was exciting.

Presumably because she’s tired of me writing mostly about kittens, Tink managed to have another one of her Weird Tink Medical Problems last night. For those of you not familiar with Tink’s long and varied medical history, she is a veritable pile of medical difficulties: microphthalmia in both eyes, which means they are small and underdeveloped; a detached retina in her left eye, which means it is completely blind; an optic nerve coloboma in her right eye, a malformation of the eyeball that severely limits her vision; and finally she is mildly affected with Rubber Puppy Disease (also known as Ehlers-Danlos syndrome), which means her skin is more fragile than it ought to be and her ligaments and tendons are stretchier than normal, leaving her joints mildly unstable. There may very well be other stuff going on that just hasn’t been discovered yet.

Anyway, I got home from work last night to find Tink’s blind eye irritated and swollen, with her barely able to open it, and when she did it was nothing but third eyelid in there. Her good eye was about half-covered with the third eyelid, and also had nasty greeny-yellow gunk in it. Eep. I missed getting ahold of her ophthalmologist in Richmond (yes, my dog has a bigger medical team than I do) by five minutes, so called my regular vet at Tidewater Trail Animal Hospital and Dr. Andi was able to see her last night. I love my vet. Anyway, some numbing drops and an eyestain (to look for injuries) later, it was determined that she was just having a horrifying allergic reaction to something. The only thing that has changed in the house is kittens, and I find it hard to believe she’s allergic to them, so who knows what it is.

But now, in addition to her amitriptyline, melatonin, and fish oil, she is to get Benadryl and also a steroid eye gel that will hopefully help calm things down. She was able to keep both eyes open with her third eyelid only covering about a third of her eyes, like normal[1], until the numbing drops wore off, and then she was back to being squinty. So when we went to bed I used a cool compress on her eyes, and she responded by stealing half my pillow. I would grumble, but she’s always clingy[2] when she isn’t feeling well. This morning, both eyes were open until she went back to bed with the other dogs on the futon. Fingers crossed we can keep them that way!

[1] NORMAL IS RELATIVE. IN AN ACTUALLY STATISTICALLY NORMAL DOG, THE THIRD EYELID COVERS ALMOST NONE OF THE EYEBALL WHILE THE DOG IS AWAKE. BUT BECAUSE TINK’S EYEBALLS ARE TINY, THE THIRD EYELID NEVER ACTUALLY RETRACTS ALL THE WAY FOR HER.

[2] AGAIN, EVERYTHING IS RELATIVE. AS A DOBERMAN, SHE IS WHAT YOU WOULD CALL A “VELCRO DOG” MOST OF THE TIME ANYWAY, EXCEPT SHE CAN BE PERSUADED TO STICK TO ZILLE SOMETIMES SO I CAN GET THINGS DONE. UNLESS SHE’S NOT FEELING WELL, AT WHICH POINT SHE NEEDS TO BE TOUCHING ME CONSTANTLY AND NO ONE ELSE WILL DO.

19 July, 2010

Monday Morning Weekend Roundup

Saturday I relieved myself of kitten-catching duty for a while to go visit with my friend C at Blackthorn Kennel, taking both girldogs with me. And lo, there was socializing and I had actual conversation with another actual human being, and we snuggled puppies and played in the pool and topped everything off with an excellent dinner of Mexican food. Please observe this two-week old sable girl posing with my “Dog is my co-pilot” shirt. Yes, I am enough of a dork to wear it in public, what of it? At any rate, as usual I had a fabulous time and came home with Zille and Tink both worn out, and me for that matter since it was quite late.

Sunday I didn’t see Dreadnought at all, but I did see Emmaline as she stood on the table on my porch to look in the window and yell. Apparently what she wanted was to come in and see the other three kittens and where they’re living, but not actually interact with them. When Intrepid tried to approach her, she hissed and growled and swatted at him. Her opinion seems to be that she has gotten them to me and they are now my problem, not hers. Thanks, Emmaline. After that she wandered off to do whatever it is she does when she’s not sleeping on my porch. Her food consumption is WAY down now that she’s not nursing the hairy little monsters, and she seems much more relaxed. She was not at all worried about being in the house, so I’m hoping she transitions easily after getting a clean bill of health on Wednesday.

Also Sunday evening Tink gruffed at the window to say “STRANGE CAT ALERT” and lo, wandering nonchalantly off the property was a long-haired golden brown tabby tom. I had posited his existence from Badger and Intrepid; Emmaline is more of a grey tabby whereas their tabby stripes are on a golden brown background. I resisted the urge to run outside and yell “I HAVE YOUR CHILDREN DO YOU PLAN ON PAYING SUPPORT?” because my neighbors already think I’m weird.

And now it’s Monday and my leisure time is at an end for another five days. We’re hoping to hear from the London Embassy this week, giving Daniel an appointment time, so I know when there will finally be someone else to help me trap cats and whatnot. Fingers crossed, both in regards to his appointment and Dreadnought’s swift and painless capture!

Oh, and via Rinalia at For the Pitbulls, a fascinating article on The Value of Ear Scritches to Dogs in Shelters.

18 July, 2010

Oh my god kittens.

I still haven’t seen Dreadnought this morning, and after much pondering have come to a hard decision: Emmaline is coming in on Tuesday whether I have him or not. He’s gotten independent enough to be running away from Emmaline when he gets startled, and if he’s doing that then having her out there isn’t really an advantage anymore. Plus I made a vet appointment for everyone to get FIV/FeLV checked and wormed on Wednesday; if I have to go in with Emmaline and only 3 kittens, well, that’s better than none. Dreadnought knows where the food is here and I’ll get him sooner or later, hopefully before he is irrevocably feral, but at the moment I have to save the lives I can.

Once he’s checked out FIV/FeLV clear, Astute has a home audition with an excellent couple who want to give him an indoor, no-declaw home which he would share with a resident cat and dog. Fingers crossed that it works out, they’ll be taking him for a week to see if anyone in the house is homicidally inclined toward him. If it doesn’t work out, no harm no foul and he comes back here.

Meanwhile, with three kittens in it my bathroom is a disaster. Seriously, kittens? Poop on the wall? Once everyone has been health-checked, the tamer beasties will be moving into my bedroom, where kittens will be able to play without creating quite so much havoc, and Emmaline will have a window seat to lounge on during the day. Since she’ll be staying, once I’m home from work we’ll be doing room exchanges with her and the other cats, and cautiously letting everyone meet.

Well, technically speaking, Emmaline could go to a new home. If Jesus Christ himself came down from Heaven with three personal references and an established relationship with a vet I approved of, I might let her go. Maybe. Probably I’d just try to pawn a kitten off on Him, though.

17 July, 2010

Let us have a happy post this morning.

I have not yet checked to see if Emmaline has brought Badger and Dreadnought back. I’m kind of afraid to. So instead, we shall contemplate Astute and Intrepid McHissypants, safe in the bathroom.

Oh, what changes a couple days make! Intrepid is only maybe hissing now, and both kittens have learned about cuddling in my lap, climbing my legs, and of course the joys of playing with their jingly ball and their pingpong ball. Intrepid has also learned about being brushed with a soft brush, since being a long-haired kitty he will need to be used to that. He thought it was pretty good and purred about it. Both have wallowed around on their backs to get their tummies tickled enough that I am now confident in calling them boy kitties. They no longer hide when I go into the bathroom, but come looking for my attention. We’ve gotten through a good chunk of Jared Diamond’s Collapse by now, from the chapter on Australia, so these are going to be educated kittens, y’all.

But the best part is definitely the way they purr in stereo when I pet them. There’s something soothing about being in a small room filled with the sound of purring kittens.

EDIT: I HAVE BADGER. Dreadnought is the last kitten standing. I am currently debating bringing Emmaline in to keep Dreadnought from wandering off.

16 July, 2010

Dammit, Emmaline.

I think she’s moved the remaining two babies. I haven’t seen them since this morning, and she just trotted up from across the road, where she used to come from before she moved them here. Mostly my feelings on this matter are a string of profanity. I’m going to keep trying to get them, though. I just gave Emmaline supervised visitation with Astute and Intrepid so she can see they’re doing fine. She was calm about being carried through the house, curious about the bathroom, and not at all interested in kittens. Sigh.

Meanwhile, Intrepid has nearly entirely given up hissing at me. Astute is totally relaxed in the bathroom, and might have a home lined up. LItter box usage is 100%, and they’re eating soft foods well. You win some, you lose some.

Your morning update!

1) In me news, Daniel’s medical stuff is complete and we’re just waiting on the embassy to give him an appointment to get the visa. HURRY UP, LONDON EMBASSY.

2) Roo feels deeply abused because the kittens get all the good food and he’s stuck with expensive raw ground up dead animals. Poor Roo.

3) It’s so hot today I’ve barely seen Badger and Dreadnought, so haven’t had much opportunity to trap them. There’s still an hour before my bedtime while I’m writing this, though, so I might get lucky.

4) I gave Intrepid and Astute a ping-pong ball and a red plastic jingly ball. Intrepid totally forgets to be afraid of me when there are toys to play with:

Description:
Astute, a teeny short-haired grey and white kitten, and Intrepid, a slightly less teeny VERY FLUFFY long-haired tabby and white kitten, play footsoccerball with a red plastic jingly ball. Intrepid neglects to be afraid of the thumb monkey until the ball comes to rest near her foot, at which point he is all “ZOMG! RUN AWAY! But not too far because TOY!”

5) And after exhausting himself with the ball, Intrepid not only let me pet him but purred for me. I am winning the battle for hearts and minds!

15 July, 2010

Kitten update: Astute now cutest thing since sliced bread.

Be wary of your blood sugar levels while watching:

Transcript/description:
A teeny grey and white kitten purrs like a motorboat, or possibly a Harley Davidson with no muffler, while being petted by a giant hand. The owner of the hand can be heard giggling in the demented fashion of one who is high on oxytocin, the Cuddle Hormone, and at one point she goes “Eee!” at the kitten, who licks her hand. I refuse to admit that’s me making those noises. I don’t know who broke into my house and petted the kitten and filmed it.

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry….

So Astute is indoors. And now, so is Intrepid! WOOOOO! Score two for the good guys, but now that no kittens will spend the night alone, I’m pausing. I also accidentally trapped Grace. Whoops. I let her out and told her to have some dry food instead.

Anyway, here is a picture of teeny Astute, who would like to be wary of me but can be seduced via cheek scritchins into a teeny purr that rattles his whole body. Also a picture of Intrepid, who says SCREW YOU THUMB MONKEY.[1]

Astute, a teeny grey and white kitten, crouches on a blue bathroom rug.  His cheek is being gently scritched by a hand that is relatively ginormous compared to him, and he is half asleep.  And also purring, which you can't see in the picture but will have to take my word for.

Intrepid says SCREW YOU THUMB MONKEY.  A teeny long-haired tabby and white kitten with substantially white underpinnings and a white nose glares nervously at the camera, ears half-pinned.  Be grateful you cannot hear his fearsome growls, gentle reader.

[1] NOT MY LINE. I STOLE IT FROM KATE, WHO STOLE IT FROM HER FRIEND DANABREN. BUT IT’S A GREAT LINE AND IT REALLY FITS AND ALSO I NEARLY SPIT ORANGE JUICE ALL OVER MY KEYBOARD WHEN KATE CAME OUT WITH IT.

14 July, 2010

Huzzah!

My nefarious plans to familiarize the kittens with the trap are going well:
A fluffly long-haired tabby and white kitten stands on the wired-open door of a Havahart trap, while a grey and white kitten eats next to it.

In other news, I have named them. The one up there standing on the trap, long-haired tabby and white with a white nose, was formerly Kitten4 but is now Intrepid. The grey and white one, formerly Kitten2, is now Astute. The tabby-and-white long hair with much less white, formerly Kitten1, is now Badger, and the short-hair tabby and white what looks just like Emmaline is Avenger. Yes, I did name them all after ships. I was a sailor, what do you want from me?

But the BEST NEWS OF ALL?
Astute is in the bathroom. I’m going to try to catch him a buddy so he’s not alone all night, since although Uncle Roo has volunteered I don’t want him sleeping with strange kittens. He is calm and curious and wary of me but not terribly so, I suspect he’s been smelling me on Emmaline for a long time now. Auntie Zillekins is all a-quiver with love for him and periodically whining at the bathroom door.

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