Everyone is doing well and getting bigger. My Easter bunch goes in Saturday for their first shots. Isabelle is still nursing several of her babies, but I'm keeping the whole gang until the kids are ready for their surgery. That way, mother and children can stay together, and maybe a few of them can be adopted together.
This is a new guy to our household in the last week. His name is "Professor." A shelter worker found him in a storm drain on campus (where my husband teaches.) Amanda has got foster kittens right now who are sick, so she didn't want this little guy to get sick, too. He's very shy, but a lot like a Dickens orphan -- a little wary, but so good all the way down to his core. He just wants love, and is quick-to-purr when we pick him up. He's about six weeks old, I'd guess, and it won't be long until he's big enough for surgery. We're keeping him safe, warm and fed.
This is a picture I took of my friend Jennifer holding little Violet. She's still very small (not quite this small.) Lift up your hand, and then picture how big she is. She's sweet, a little needy, and very, very cute. She's my last one to be bottle feeding, and she finally let me sleep all night last night.
OK, so yesterday, Steve and I saved one more. This lovely was in the temp. room, which is where a lot of the animals who have to be euthanized are held. Right now, the shelter is over-run with kittens, and "Miss Priss" has ringworm. It's not actually a worm ... it's just a flaky skin fungus that is treatable with shampoo (which we have two bottles of.) Basically, she just needs a few baths. But when the shelter is full, the staff has to make decisions, and she only had hours to live. She's VERY smart, funny, sweet and is probably the most dignified kitten I've ever seen. She PRANCES when she walks, and is very fussy about keeping her hands clean. She's had one bath already. We'll give her another one tonight, and then keep an eye on her. She already looks a lot better. Plus, she has a really cool ELIZABETHAN style white collar that goes all the way 'round her neck. We're calling her "Your Majesty," and "The Queen."
I told Steve that I keep trying to build that mansion in the sky one brick at a time. He asked if he could come over. I told him he could, but he'd have to use the back entrance. I have to watch what kind of riff-raff I hang out with! (wink!)
Tonight I'm hanging with my friends and we're having a 1970's party. I'm taking Seven Layer Salad and Popcorn Cake. And we're doing MACRAME! How much fun is that? I'll take some pictures and show-and-tell. Later!