Running Kittens

It seems that Blossom is hyperthyroid which explains why she is thin, and loud. Medication may make her happier.

Blossom

The little ginger, Mango, died in the same way that his big brother Mandarin did: couldn't digest, had a fever, probably a virus and no antibodies from mum's milk. They were such a charming couple that it is hard to say goodbye.

But the other kittens are thriving. The four out the back will do anything to get out to play including leaping from their upper shelf to the ground as soon as their door is open a crack regardless of whose head gets bumped. Tim put one into a condo to eat by herself. As soon as she was done, she yelled and screeched to be put back with her boisterous brothers.

Melody's kittens are full of beans. When let out of the condo they fly in all directions, tails right over their backs just for the joy of running. Their mum is a friendly girl who is sitting on her tummy (/teats). She might just have had it with these kittens. And she hardly looks bigger than them.

Melody

Candace's lot has a special talent in spreading pooey paw prints over everything. When you add poor Candace's sneezy snot it makes for a condo that NEEDs cleaning.

Candace and kittens

 When I arrived, around 10am, Tim was accepting a cat who had been brought, on public transport in a cat carrier in one of those prams that joggers put their toddlers into, from Wollongong. The woman says that she will bring his sister tomorrow. We wondered if she walked from Chatswood station.

 Wollongong boy

 The cat has a microchip but there no names listed on the website. But he seems to have lived on the other side of the Princes Highway from his rescuer. Did they run across the highway and could not find their way back home or were they dumped on the highway?