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Kitty sneezes, cat diseasesesssss

I haven’t posted in a couple of days and I am not wondering why because I know why. It is the fosters. Four little kittens and one homeless mommy (Milkshake is her name) that I am fostering until they find their furever homes.  All adorable, all sweet natured, all cute as buttons but the energy, OMG.

They are slowly redecorating my home in a new style I call Early Destruction.  They are into everything, want to know how everything works so they can stop it from working. They love to see how things fall down, the smaller the item, the better. All so I won’t be able to find it later. They have to help me when it is feeding time, running from dish to dish to see who has the best serving. They move furniture around (not the big pieces, …..yet) and any throw rugs I have down are always in a new place when I get up in the morning, come home in the afternoon, well, at any time. And talk about things that go bump in the night. In my house, it is every night and many, many bumps. Their toys are EVERYWHERE and I don’t even want to talk about the kitty litter pans and the litter.

Okay, I will talk about the litter pans. I have four litter pans. I clean them at least twice a day. I feel like a slave to the pans. What is funny about cleaning the pans, possibly the only funny thing about it,  is whenever I do scoop the litter, the kittens find this activity of the highest interest and just have to become part of the process, getting back into the pan and “helping me”.  All four of them. And invariably after I finish the scooping, they have to test it, make sure it still works and it is still theirs. I did discover this though. The four pans are of 4 difference sizes, from small (for the kittens) to large (for the big cats). Can someone tell me why the big cats find the little litter pans so interesting and just have to use those instead? Jeepers!

One of the kittens greets me in a very special way. She flings herself at my face, not with claws or feet but with her face. Thank goodness she is so small. It is so cute but on several occasions, I was surprised and on one occasion, it hurt! She is the nuzzler in the group, just wanting to be as close to my face as she can get so she can give me kisses. I am going to miss her the most when she finds her furever home. She also had the sniffles when she arrived which I am treating with medication, however, on several occasions, when she is bestowing me with her little kitty kisses, she full-on sneezed in my face (I think she saves the sneezes just for me) and I was at first concerned. Am I going to catch a cat disease from this little kitten? Then I decided that if I were to get really sick or even pass away because of her sneezes, how cool would it be for me to catch a cat disease! To die from a cat disease! I know, I know, that’s really weird. But again, how apropos.

All I can say is this: in my house, I don’t need to put on any music, I have the music of kittens playing really really hard. Th crinkle of the crinkle tube, the bells on their little toys, the mews/yelps of them play fighting, the thumps and thunks of their little bodies running around and into things, the patter of their little feets, and last but not least, the purrs, such loud purrs, when they discover my lap and settle down.

Yeah, I am going to miss them.

But my curtains never stood a chance. Oh well, who needs curtains!

 

My Cats

I rescue cats. I don’t necessarily go out and look for them, they usually come to me in one way or another.  There have been times when I have ended up with way too many cats although the vet that visited my home way back then in order to give them their required shots was kind of impressed because I ran an orderly house and had my yard fixed up really nice for them. I even had a special addition to the top of my fence that kept the cats in and safe (until the raccoons decided to check everything out and rendered it useless).  I purchased this house 18 years ago because it had a good setting for my cats. I was specifically looking for just that.

Right now I have a little less than a dozen and they are NOT cheaper by the dozen, for sure. If you were to come to my house to visit me during the day, you would probably not see even one cat. They all pretty much spend the daylight hours out in the neighborhood or being lazy in the sun in the backyard. At night, I insist my oldest (my girl Madeecah) and the two babies Sneakers and Sassafras (not babies anymore, both a little over one year old but the youngest of the bunch) come into the house so I don’t have to worry about them all night. All the others prefer being outside at night, usually in the yard with only one or two exceptions. Not that those 3 cannot take care of themselves, but I have Mommy separation anxieties. I am having difficulty getting over it. If it is bad weather, pretty much everybody spends the night (or day) indoors. The one kitty litter pan gets a workout when that happens. I only have the one pan going because they are supposed to use the outdoors but I have actually observed them come in from outside to use the pan inside.

Here are the names and a clue to how many I have rescued plus one hitchhiker that I am babysitting temporarily:  Madeecah, Grumpy Gracie, Jasmine, Jellybean, Phookah, Snowpink, Winston, Cappachino, Sassafras and Sneakers.  I am babysitting Harley (I renamed him because his given name was Fartley but OMG, not in my house. He is way too regal for that name.) They are quite a crew, esp. Winston. More about him later.

I would like to do a little story about each one with pictures, one every day, one by one.

Yeah, that’s what I am going to do. Tomorrow, Madeecah.