Day 22 with the foster kittens

So today they had yet another big day. They went to a kitten adopt-a-thon. I was so excited that at least one of them might find their new home though I would miss them. But it didn't go as planned, several foster parents didn't show up to drop their kittens off and only one person actually came with the intention of getting a kitten. In the end however she left kittenless with a promise that she would get back she just wanted to think about it as we were pushing her to adopt two kittens instead of just one as its better for them. So I guess one could say it was a flop, we didn't advertise it very well I think plus its summer and the first weekend that the schools are out so most people were probably out at cottages, doing family stuff or away on vacation.

The kittens did well in the enclosure in the pet store with four other kittens except one kitten constantly beat on Munch, cornering him and giving him several beat downs. I had to get in there several times to pull the tabby/white kitten away from him. After awhile things calmed down some to the point I didn't feel the need to watch every move the tabby/white kitten made. All three are plum tuckered out now, passed out and I'm sure happy to be back home. However I may have a home lined up for one of them with a high school friend.

Day 20 with the foster kittens

Today was a big day for the kids, they got their vaccines, deworming and microchip this morning. I had to wake them all up to put them in their carrier, at first they were quiet, I guess still groggy but as soon as we were in the car the meowing started and paws shooting out between the bars to grab on to my shirt and pull as if that would somehow get them out of their "jail cell". We get inside the clinic and they almost immediately fall silent. Buggers.

Stabler was the first victim to go into the back room. I don't know if it was vaccine or the microchip that caused it but he let out a quick, shrill squeak, I'm thinking it was the microchip as that needle is pretty darn big. He came back wide eyed and a little shifty. I put him back into the empty carrier as the other two were out meeting the clinic cats where he was silent for a bit and then started meowing frantically with the same wide, scared eyes.

Munch was next, I figured he'd be the biggest baby as he is one at home, always crying for attention, or when Stabler/Finn steal the toy he was playing with, or if we are petting anyone but him. But nope, he took it like a man and came back without a sound or looking upset. He was put into the carrier with the complaining Stabler. Stabler shushed a bit at this.

Finn was the last and like Stabler I'm not sure if it was the vaccine needle or the microchip but he let out a long, angry yowl. Who know the smallest kitten would turn into a vicious tiger when poked? Hehe, poor little sap. He came back looking like Stabler but less shifty just wide eyed and watchful of everything around him as if he was sure someone would perform a sneak attack with a needle.

They all fell asleep(despite the claps of thunder) and were pretty groggy for a few hours after but are now back to their normal selves. I also sent in their info to be placed up on the MHS website so they can be adopted now that they've had their shots. I'd like to hold onto them for another few weeks until they are 12 weeks old, but at this point with being away from mom in the first place I don't think it'll hurt them much. They are pretty adaptable little guys and took being separated from mom very well.

Here are their MHS pictures:

Day 19 with foster kittens (orignally Wednesday, June 24, 2009)

I managed to snap a few new photos of the babies. 9 weeks old and growing like weeds!

Day 18 with foster kittens (orignally Tuesday, June 23, 2009)

Haven’t updated in awhile. But the kittens are doing great! They are getting so big, soon they’ll be off to new homes and the next batch can come in. We went away for the weekend and for the first time the kittens had free roam of the house day and night. While the resort was a blast we missed our little fur balls. Came home to a note on the fridge, the kittens had learned how to get up on the counters and stove by climbing the dish rags hanging off the oven handle! So no more hanging dish towels until they are gone. I never would have thought about that, none of the other fosters have ever done it but these guys did. Naughty little buggers.

They still haven’t had their shots… “T” was going to take them in while we were away but there is really sick leukemia cat at the vet’s office and she didn’t want to risk them getting sick.

No pictures unfortunately… my camera battery has died and I’ve been rather lazy about doing anything about it. I'll get on that now asap while out doing errands!

All of their personalities have been developing even further.

Munch has proved to crave human attention the most. He'll climb or jump into your lap and let out non stop, drawn out whiny meows and if that fails to get you to touch him he'll climb up onto your shoulder and do it from there until you love on him. heaven forbid you make eye contact with him if he's anywhere in the room as he then takes this as a cue to come running for attention and won't leave you alone until he's had his fill or something catches his attention (like siblings playing without him!). He loves being around the other animals and if he can't find any of them (not just his siblings) he gets very bored and destructive. Starts biting us (playfully), attack out fingers/toes(playfully), chewing on wires... lordy. I do believe he is a candidate for a multi cat/animal home. He really seems to crave not only human contact but animal contact as well.

Stabler doesn't make much noise unless he's hurt himself and then h lets go a screech unless he finds himself alone which again he lets out a screech. He has his moments of cuddling but they have to be on his terms, should I want a cuddle and he doesn't want it he wiggles about until he's free and runs off to tackle one of the cats and race around the house like his butt is on fire. Despite it he's very lovable, and a completely doll. He does however have a habit of swatting at fingers with claws out in play which needs to stop. He's my computer desk companion, when I'm on the computer he'll come along at least once and sit just below the screen and watch it. He's so chubby and round I just want to squish him all the time.

Finn is a tad bit skittish, loud sounds or feet moving at him too quickly send up ducking for cover. He also has the nasty habit of biting and digging his claws into unsuspecting hands that pet him. Again this needs to stop. He's the smallest still but growing into himself wonderfully. He loves to play and is always up for good rough housing, not letting anyone push him around despite his size he can easily over power his larger siblings. Finn is often found on his own curled up at the window or in a basket, under the bed, or in the closet if the door is open. He does play and can be very rowdy at it but doesn't seem to care too much if he's alone or not. Finn doesn't meow normally I've found unless he's unhappy about something and then its drawn out and high pitched. For the most part he squeaks or just blows out air while trying to meow. It's adorable and slowly he's coming around to being a cuddle bug.

Poor Munch. I was sitting on the edge of the tub shaving my legs to go get some sun (25C or 77F!!) Munch comes along crying for attention. I wonder to myself if he's this clueless... no cat or dog be it foster or not ever ventures into the bathroom when the tub has water in it for some reason. Well Reyna and Boone or waiting out in the hall for me and Munch just comes wondering in crying. I say hello and go back to shaving. Next thing I know Munch is on the side of the tub with me. I give him another stroke and tell him to be careful. He starts walking along the ledge and climbing over the spout and next then he hits the water. I was waiting for him to explode and try to get out but he stood there in the tub for a moment, frozen (in terror?) and then looks up at me and starts this frantic, painful meowing. I remove him and he does a little jigg out of the bathroom shaking his legs as he goes. Poor fellow. He's now posted in the middle of the bed frantically licking the memory away.

Day 9 with foster kittens (originally Sunday, June 14, 2009)

So nothing new has really happened with the kittens. They've been pretty well behaved and dull the past few days, I never even knew kittens could be dull but apparently these ones can. They don't suckle on Boone much anymore and usually only go to him now form some quick love or to snuggle up. They are getting more and more demanding for attention in the mornings I can hear them screaming behind their door telling me to get my lazy self out of bed and let the flying monkeys out. They've also mastered the art of attack feet from under the bed. They seem to think this is funny, but my feet don't agree and have puncture wounds and scratch marks all over them, my back also has these wounds as they leap from the cat tree beside the computer desk and land on my back sliding down and raking their claws. :evil: Demons I tell you.

Day 5 with the foster kittens

The kittens were wide awake and bouncing around as usual when I got up this morning to let them out of their room. Gosh I wish I could be like that in the mornings every morning! I then run downstairs to let Boone out before he decides the rug at the backdoor is as good a place as any to do his business on. I turn around and they are already downstairs playing in the sunlight coming in through the door. It’s so adorable when they play even more so when one actually gets upset because the play got too rough or because he’s being ganged up on. So I go about to the kitchen get me a bowl of cereal and come back to the living room to watch a little TV. Little did I know that Munch was a cereal muncher. I hadn’t sat down for 5 seconds and he was there sitting below the bowl screaming at the top of his lungs everytime I put the spoon in my mouth. I guess he finally had enough of me ignoring him and jumped on the couch and then to the table stuck his face in my bowl and started lapping away at the milk. Theif! I remove him to the floor. He comes back the same way several more times until he finally decides he can just jump from the floor to the table. At this point I’m ready to give up and just share. I hadn’t noticed that Fynn was watching his big brother and soon he was up on the table too sticking his face in the bowl! It was then I thought no more kiddos! This is my breakfast yours is upstairs as is your water, now be gone! I hurriedly finished off my cereal and let them lick the remains of the empty bowl.


Once they finally came to terms that there would be no more cereal and milk they went off to play again. I grabbed my camera snapped a few shots and noticed Fynn was gone from the group. My first look saw him yet again in Boone’s food bowl, only this time he wasn’t sleeping in it… he was using it has a litter box! No man! What is wrong with you! Of course I took a picture and by then he had covered his deposit with the dog kibble and moved on to play. Silly kitorb. So the food was tossed and the bowl was cleaned.


For lunch I grabbed another bowl of cereal and yet again within seconds of sitting at the computer Munch was on my lap screaming at me and sticking his face in the bowl. There is no winning. I finally had enough and wanted to eat my cereal in peace so I handed him over to Blake. Didn’t last long of course but I managed a few bites. Boone was my only other option and did the trick to distract him so I could finish. Once again he got the empty bowl to pout over and lick. By this point Blake had his own cereal and Munch was off like a bullet to find him and scream at him to hand it over or he’d die a cute cuddly death by kitten breath!

They are all crashed out now after a game of “catch the fingers on the keyboard” and "lets help type and chew the keys off". Thank goodness. I’m like a mother now after she gets her fussy baby to finally sleep, I keep telling Boone and Blake to be quiet and give “the look” when they make a noise.











And I do believe Stabler is trying to imitate this LOLcat...

Day 4 with the fosters

So today they actually ventured around the main level of the house. They had free choice to the other day but weren't brave enough I guess. Well today I headed down the stairs after saying good morning to them and Stabler followed me down, after awhile Munch and Fynn followed, Boone was outside the screen door was closed and he cried up a storm wanting to be inside with them. For the most part they ignored him but did have a few visits between the screen. They went bonkers with all the open space downstairs. Lots of places to squeeze into and pounce on an unsuspecting brother too!

I went about doing laundry and Stabler of course followed me, he's decided he wants to be my shadow. Going down the basement stairs was easy as pie, and the basement gave even more fun then the main floor did! So many boxes and "toys"! I finished up and started back up the stairs, poor guy couldn't get up them. I figured he wouldn't, most of the young foster kittens can't handle the stairs because they are wooden and have open backs, so he was carried up in the laundry basket and dropped off on the couch as I continued to the second floor.

Done upstairs I went to see what they were up to. Found Munch and Stabler having a ball, tackling each other from the shelves on the TV stand but no Fynn. I looked around where kittens usually hide, even checked the basement thinking he was stuck down there. Nowhere, wasn't upstairs either. Getting a little frantic I took a quick glance around the living room before heading back down to the basement to look again and noticed a little black and white ball of fur in Boone's food dish. All curled up, leaving anyone unable to tell what end was what until he popped his head up at the sound of the camera.



Little turd scared me have to death! But how can anyone be mad at a face like that? After all that excitement they've all climbed back upstairs and curled up in their favorite spots for a nap.

Day 3 with the fosters

They are doing so good. Fynn is the smallest of them, thin too but I'm sure he'll fatten up in time. But being the smallest doesn't stand in his way when it comes to taunting and beating on his brothers. That little guy can pack a paw swipe! He's not too into cuddling and most of the time when I go to pick him off he scuttles away but he's far from shy or aloof. He loves to play and will grab your fingers if he can, never biting hard but no matter the pressure biting is a no no.

Stabler is quickly becoming my favorite. He's such a cuddle bug and mama's boy. Any chance he gets he's in my lap and he's quickly figured out that he he doesn't have to sit beside the computer chair and meow his head off to get me to lift him up. He can climb the cat tree and get into the chair or on the desk very easily, of course this doesn't stop him from sitting and meowing his head off of course to get my attention. I can't help but remember a little Chase monster when I have Stabler in my lap, chewing on my finger.

Munch has become Blake's favorite right off the bat. He's the biggest baby, he'll scream at the top of his lungs when you pick him up and then quiet down once you press him against you. Screams when you put him down, screams when no one is touching him, screams when someone is touching him. There is no making this boy happy! Now he's not an awful kitten and is very content most of the time to play and sleep but when he gets in his moods, oh boy. He loves to play with Boone and they'll wrestle for hours on end.

All three have decided Boone is their replacement mama. Certain times during the day they'll go up to him and start trying to nurse, Boone will just lay there until he's had enough or I make him get up and is always very careful of where he puts his paws. The kittens don't take kindly to him leaving them during their "nursing" and will following and scream at him but settle down after awhile. They all adore him as he does them. It's very cute. But now they've got the run of the house (somewhat). Day 3 and already they are tired of the spare room despite that I have a baby gate of sorts up so they can see out of the room and the goings on. They've master the stairs in seconds but so far spend most of their time upstairs and in the spare room. At night of course they are locked into the spare room so they don't get into anything. The videos of them interacting with Boone take forever to upload but I did get one done and of course I have pictures of them.