Tag Archive: fostering


ferocious jungle beasts

the time has almost come for foster batch #2 to trade their reproductive systems for forever-homes; tomorrow they will go back to the spca, have their next round of vaccines and their desexing surgeries, and be up for adoption on the weekend.  (come on, auckland, you know you want them!)  although we didn’t get these kittens in the fuzzball stage — they were about 7 weeks old already — their development has been noticeable and impressive.  they are speedy and agile, have definite personalities and have learned a number of things, including how to be gentle with their claws when playing (with humans at least — diva did get a scratched nose from someone last week), how to climb and balance on the papasan chair frame (cushion removed for cleaning, post-accident… sigh), and how to start looking for the red laser pointer spot when they hear it click on.  and wow, does that provide hours of entertainment for everyone!  each kitten has his/her own way of stalking and chasing, and they often ambush each other while one is distracted in the laser hunt. they are bigger than the previous batch were when they went back, because they got a relatively serious case of cat flu (diva sounded like a croupy duckling for about three days) and had to stay with us for treatment.  darn ;)

so here are the latest pics.  because i can’t post videos here, i have started to put them on youtube (both the first and second batches — and the first ones look so tiny!)

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so much for the empty nest

i’m sure you knew it wouldn’t be long before the debut of foster batch #2.  the last of the first litter, imp-nacho-weasel-crumpet, is doing well at my sister’s — getting big, and learning not to mark his territory in the middle of the feather bed.  ah, cats.so here are the newbies.  they all came to the spca individually, so they got foster siblings as well as foster parents.  scuttle, the black tiger (i’ve never seen a black-black tabby before!)  is the only male; he is coltish, baby-faced and has a tiny but ever-more-frequent purr.  diva is the pushiest, feistiest, and purriest of the lot, and is pretty much a little femme fatale with her tortoise-tabby markings (including orange back knees and ear spots), plus white feet and tail-tip.  neenish, the black-and-white (of course),  is the most stand-offish, but we’re working on her – stay tuned!

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you can tell they’re trouble already.  :)

kitties go bye-bye

2010 has departed and so have the first batch of foster kittens.  the day of parting was inevitable and i won’t dwell on it; instead i offer some more sickeningly cute photos of their ongoing shenanigans.  by the time they went back for adoption (and all were snapped up pretty much immediately, including zoe), they could jump a good 40 cm off the ground and leap over long distances; they barely fit into their favorite milk-jug toy anymore; their bellies were well above a good, chunky handful each; and i was slightly in love with all of them.  in case you couldn’t tell.  i actually thought zoe was coming back to us for a little while since the spca said they were completely overrun with grown cats, so i had planned to have her for a few extra days following her spay.  but then it turned out she had gone up for adoption instead, so i didn’t really get the chance to say goodbye (see?  see how i am not dwelling?  yeah) — but i’m sure she’s completely won over some new hearts already.  as it turned out, the one i will have ongoing contact with is imp, since my sister adopted him!  now called nacho (or weasel, or crumpet, or schnurbart, depending whom you ask), he is already a lanky adolescent with a giant purr.  so here are a few final shots of him and his siblings in their kittenhood. 

whole lotta kitten going on

kitten update!  the wee rascals have been with us over two weeks now, and have gone from four-week old, tottering, somewhat unfocused dustbunnies to sly, coordinated, and above all, SHARP six-week-old beings of chaos and infinite curiosity.  their eyes are beginning to change from blue to green (well – some are almost all green now), from the center of the iris toward the outside, which is very striking. 

they are adorable, bouncy, and ridiculous.

they are using the litterbox consistently (hooray!), entertaining each other much of the time (hooray!), scoffing soaked dry food like little tubs of guts (hooray!), and are starting to wonder what’s outside the door (less hooray).  they are still nursing a little, but zoe is pretty much over that and keeps it limited to short sessions, usually getting fed up (ha) before the fourth one has realized the others are feeding. 

they all have names and distinct personalities now, too.  imp, who was the first out of the box when they arrived, is still the most adventuresome.  he is one of the best at climbing, has tireless energy, plays vigorously and is basically a little holy terror (thus suiting his name).  he is distinguished from his brother wash by having an orange half-moustache.

wash, who was the instigator of about a week of sneezing that never quite developed into full-on cat flu, is the calmest of the litter.  he likes to be warm, and is the cuddliest, being happy to sit on laps or cupped in hands and watch the others play, although he does join in.  he is also now the largest of the kittens, weighing in at a hefty 720g (got him at 450).  he is very sweet, and he and imp would make an excellent adoption pair!

river is the one who fell asleep in my sweatshirt the first day.  she is the fastest and most agile at playing, chasing and pouncing.  her favorite pastime other than chasing string and flax-fronds is sparring with imp and giving him a good kick in the head.  she is a great jumper and dancer, but will also settle on laps occasionally.

tris was the shyest when she arrived and was quite wary of people and handling, but now she climbs into our laps as fast as anyone.  she is the most curious and the first to investigate new objects and toys.  she still looks surprised most of the time, and is the only one who looks like she belongs to zoe.

zoe herself continues to be amazingly affectionate, purring like a mad thing and butting her head against any part of people she can reach.  there is some suspicion that this may indicate that she’s in heat again.  she is also desperate to get out and has escaped (outside!) twice, once by pulling off the wood/rabbit-wire screen i had fastened into the window with two metal latches AND weighted with my 30-lb dive belt.  i really, really hope she didn’t get pregnant again while she was outside… she is about two weeks from being spayed but due to her superfeline strength, she may have managed a last hurrah.  bad zoe.  in general, she is still beautiful (i love her patchwork feet and chest, and the orange cleopatra-style stripes on her face), although she also has undignified moments.

invasion of the fuzzballs

our laundry has been taken over by tiny, brainless balls of fur!

not only are they brain-meltingly adorable – they brought their gorgeous, smoochy mom to stay with us, too.

i think she and i bond in particular over our feelings about babies (of our own species), which is that they seem to be a necessary evil, to be generally tolerated but also left to their own devices as much as possible, and observed from a safe distance, like from the top of the washing machine.   she seems  awfully glad of grown-up company whenever we go in for a visit. and she’s not camera-shy.

anyway, i could tell you about how the kittens sleep all in a pile, or totter around on their fuzzy, uncoordinated paws, or spit at each other with tiny popping noises like wet firecrackers, or quiver their tiny, striped tails while they nurse, but it probably just makes more sense to show you, and let them suck out your brain, too.   so here: