Early mark

 Sharon trained a group of new vollies this morning. They did Better Row.

There were plenty of our regular vollies to do the rest. Only one border who came in today and a few empty condos. And in view of our possible move, condos are remaining empty. So far this month we have adopted 33 cats and kittens, according to Sue. Goosey was adopted over the weekend! 

Her condo is occupied by Elly who has been in the back corner of Isolation for months. She went to the vet. Is on meds. And is not eating. I hope Goosey's good vibes revive her.

Elly

I moved Marmalade and Cookie from Isolation to Incoming today. They will stay in C14 for a while to confirm that they don't have any ringworm lesions.

Valentina has been adopted too. And her stand alone is occupied by a pretty calico with a cloudy right eye also. She seems to be just as hungry as Valentina was.

Lina

It was strange that nobody adopted Harlow and Hobson. But it does make it easier for the cleaners not to have four kittens erupting from that condo. 

Hobson and Harlow

That joy has been taken over by Ruby's kittens. It is a good way to get a cuddle. They got plenty today and had an afternoon nap to recover.

 4 Kittens in a hammock: Front to Back: Piper, Bruce, Frankie, Freddy (I think). The boys are all available.

There is an older pair, Zena and Tiger in Prue and Trude's enclosure. Don't know who is who.

Zena/Tiger

I got a very early mark because Sue had to attend an on line lecture at 6pm and she wouldn't have got home in time for that anyway. So Aslan got his dinner early for a Wednesday. Sue took Ravyn for a walk (or vice versa).

 

Tuesday did not move the poo bags

 Even though I was very early to the cattery, Willoughby council was earlier. And none of our Willoughby bins had been put out. Neither had any bags been put into other peoples bins. So the verandah was FULL of bags of poo. I moved the newer bags to behind the door so that the oldest, most maggoty bags would be taken away first. And the Heavenly Helen took her car boot full of old bags home with her. But there are still bags behind the door to be disposed of. 

a proliferation of poo bags

 

Otherwise, we had a good day. The cleaning crew was small but mighty!

Julie and Bassuria have settled down in their new digs.

Bassuria at ground level

Julie on the shelf with tongue hanging out

Dusky has a "I am adopted" sign saying that she will be picked up on Jan 3. Today she wanted OUT and scratched the perspex unrelentingly. So I decided she needed time in the Top Cat. She was not impressed.

Dusky

Hobson had a turn and loved it. Of course.

One of the kittens in the large stand alone in Incoming wasn't eating this morning. But we gave her some medicine and some milk and she got the idea. By the end of the day she was doing better. 

Incoming kitten mayhem

I made some new hammocks and installed 3 layers of them which might have done the trick.

Joy took some lovely photos which I will use later . . . after the poo bag situation has been taken care of.

No strike

 The traffic was lighter than usual today. The anticipated 3 day train strike was called off last night. Lots of folk must have organised to work from home. Will they work at home tomorrow or come to Safe because they thought they would be stuck at home by the dreadful traffic? Terry will either have a bumper day tomorrow or a very quiet one.

We had one adoption: Angie by her vollie. She was taken home. She didn't like being put in a rather glam, cloth carrier. But allowed herself to be coaxed back into it. The towel she has slept on for several months was tucked over the carrier so she settled down quickly and will have the comfort of being surrounded by her smell. And I won't have to wash that towel!

I was too busy tidying up to take any photos so I will share Joy's lovely ones. (Lola appreciated my efforts of tidying away a delivery of food because it covered her water bowl. She had a long drink when I finished.)

Hobson is the greediest. But Lexie is learning that she will get a bowl all of her own.

Hobson and Lexie

I think Camilla recognised me when I arrived with some chicken. She got down from hiding way at the back of her upper shelf to rub me a hello. She is learning. Perhaps we should call her Queenie.

Camilla

I can't believe that Chelsea is the same cat who hissed, spat and growled when she first came in heavily pregnant. She just wants cuddles these days.

Chelsea before she moved

And Sparkle often adopts this pose. But never when there are visitors to be charmed.

Sparkle