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2:09 PM EST

It's been four hours since I locked the kittens up in their dog crate. I'm not sure if it's worse on them or me. I went into their room to check on them at 12:30pm and in the two plus hours they'd been in their crate, they already made a huge mess. The small water dish was empty and coated with clay cat litter, the baby food dish had litter in it, too and little Elmo had litter stuck to his tail, paws and belly. At least I saw the KMR was all gone and it looked as though it had been eaten. A good sign.

Eat Something!

Sorry I've been absent from my regular posts. Between working long hours and getting nasty bursitis in my shoulder from being on the...err...computer too much, I've had to take a break. I still need to take it easy, but I'll try to get to posting more often.

Ugh! The kittens are almost seven weeks old and they STILL won't eat any food! All they want is feral-mama-milk, so I face having to separate them from Mom. I can't figure out how to best do this and I feel guilty even thinking about it. The only thing I can do, since Mom won't let me near her, is to lock the kittens up in the dog crate with food and a litter pan and just wait a day or so, 'til they get the idea. I'm sure this will make their Mom furious. I've never had kittens who weren't already weaned and this is harder than I thought. At least little Elmo does eat some of the KMR and being the smallest, he needs it the most. Actually, I stand corrected. Since he started eating a few days ago, he's now a bit larger than his sister, Happy. Their big brother, Jelly-Belly is creeping ever closer to two pounds already!

The kittens are now able to run and jump up on the bed, climb almost anything, and their eyes are starting to loose the topaz blue color. They seem to be turning a mossy green now, but it's tough to say what color they'll end up being. Jelly looks so cute here. He's a big baby!

Jelly's eye color begins to change

Lookie What I Can Do Now!

I can climb now!

Little Jelly-Belly has learned how to climb today. He can get up on the bed in the foster room, but getting down is another story.Hopefully, he'll figure it out. I can't keep watching him. I get so nervous he's going to hurt himself, but yes, I know he has to learn! Go Jelly!

OMG!

His sister, Happy, already figured the climbing stuff out a few days ago! She's a smarty pants, that one.

And Elmo continues to explore his world on the ground, for now. He's here(see below) with his Mama.

Mama keeps an eye on Elmo

I wish Mama would stop hissing at me, btw!

Another First

Jelly-Belly purred when I held him today!
Another milestone, with many more to come.
Yay!

Who you lookin at

Update on Nora

After a crazy 48 hours, it looks like Nora is doing better!

Nora's blood test came back completely normal. No sign of elevated white blood cells, so no infection-yet. Also, since her regular Dr. (Dr. Larry) could see her, he brought up a good point-that she often has a high temperature when she is stressed out. She was STRESSED being in the car (doing a weird mix of meow and growl while I drove) and being at the Vet. Her temps were 103.9, 103.7, 103.5 and 104. Her paw pads were sweating, her ears HOT, she panted a bit.

That said, Nora got sub-Q fluids, just in case her fever wasn't stress related and she's on Baytril for a bit. She was also put on a wicked non-steroidal pain killer, that until recently was only approved for use in Dogs. It's called Metacam and I can only give it to Nora for 4 days, that's it. I need to read about this medication. It must be rather intense! It seems to have helped because shortly after she got her "loading" dose, she was ambling about much better.

Poor Nora!

Yesterday Nora seemed afraid or unable to walk over the side of her cat bed to get her breakfast. I didn't realize anything was terribly wrong until I got home from work last night. I found Nora on the floor, rocking, unable to stand. I tried to coax her with food and she was able to sort-of stand, but her right front leg was off the ground, her paw curved back towards her body. She quickly laid back down.

I looked at the time. It was almost 7pm. In a panic, I thought it was Monday and my Vet was only open to 5pm, but I called anyway. Thankfully, it wasn't Monday, DUH!, and they were open 'til 7pm. I told dear-Jessica, the Vet Tech, what was going on and she said to bring Nora in right away.

No room on the bed
Nora is not a tiny cat. I got her to lose about 3 pounds so far, but she still weighs 21 pounds. The only cat carrier within arms length, was a small one with a towel in it, so I pulled the towel and managed to get her inside the carrier, trying not to hurt her further.

Sunny Days are for Being Home with Kittens

The kittens are just over three weeks old now and are doing well, though I'm still worried about the small size of the black kitten named, Elmo. He weighs a pound, looks fragile, but the little guy is curious and a bit playful with his siblings. He's quiet most of the time, but will cry a bit if I hold him for too long.

I'm trapped at work. Long hours this week. I just want to go home and play with the kittens and bathe, alongside them, in the golden sunshine.

More soon, I hope!

Failure to Thrive

It is with a heavy heart, I bring sad news.

One of the foster kittens in our program passed away yesterday. He was one of five kittens born to GiGi just four weeks ago. Although things seemed all right in the first weeks, over time, the little fellow didn't grow the way his siblings did. He remained quite small and before we could intervene, he slipped away into the ether during the night.

Tulips

I realize that this is part of doing animal rescue. Not every single cat who comes to us will have a happy ending with a perfect family. There have been plenty of sleepless nights, over many different health crises. Luckily, many times things go well, but the times when it does not, those are the ones that stick with you.

I had to leave work early, I was so upset. Maybe I'm a big baby, but it really hit me to find out he died. I realized I took the only photos of him, when I saw them a few weeks ago. I wondered which kitten had died, but I was too scared to know. I just saw them about two weeks ago.

Once I got home and had a good cry, I went up to see my own foster kittens. One of them blew a bubble out of his nostril! They're all sneezing, but they all have good weight, are starting to play, and seem to be all right. I called our Vet and got some suggestions, but for now I have to watch them and wait. I'm on pins and needles with worry. They're going to be three weeks old tomorrow, no where near out-of-the-woods.

I think it's going to be a long few weeks of worrying.

Let's take a moment to think kind thoughts for a little black kitten whose life was cut cruelly short and who, I hope, will be reborn and come back to us again soon.

Rest in Peace, dear one. Rest in Peace.

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways...

Day 15.
Eyes open.
Ears starting to perk up.

Belly remains TOO CUTE!

Too Cute for Words

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