A Konfusion of Kittens

 Well, Irene knew what she was doing this afternoon. But I couldn't keep track. 

As a result there are lots of kittens for Terry to adopt tomorrow. And more to be desexed for the following weeks. 

Oreo and Gingie cuddled together (first time I have noticed them doing that). 

Oreo and Gingie

 But it might have been because Marmalade and mate were moved from Incoming to the stand alone next door that Lina has left. (She was picked up early!) They have rather short tails. Irene says they should be called "curly tailed" because of the shortness. But I think that sounds like a dog. Not like a cat!

Earl has been sent to a foster home with the young girl and her father who visited some months ago. I doubt we will ever see him again. When asked for a name for a grey kitten that had been popped into Lola's old stand alone, the lass said "Blue". And Blue he/she is.

Vollies stayed late and cuddled cats. Chip was tested for friendly-ness and was found very willing although rather HEAVY to cuddle!

Chip

 A new tower was donated. It had an instruction to erect it so that it could be photographed (?for sale). Lola moved in.

Too Tall Tower. . .but not for Lola

 I was asked to go to Safe early today to do the morning feeds. So I delayed the meeting between between Aslan and PC whom I picked up from his foster home yesterday because they are going away for a week. He didn't enjoy the last half of the drive home from Wollstonecraft to Avalon Beach. (I don't blame him). We will have to work out some way to break up the return trip next week.  Poor PC has been shut into his room all day. My return was delayed because I had to go to VetO in Manly Vale to get some more eye drops for him en route home. But shortly after they had their dinner I opened his door. 

Mutual ignore

As their diets are not identical, there will continue to be feeding time separations. But I hope they can get to remember that they were buddies at Safe.

 

Coincidence or Psychic?

Around 10:20 this morning I thought "I should phone Tim to see if there is anything I can pick up before I go to Safe Haven this afternooon". Five minutes later he rang me to ask if I could come in early because the third vollie did not show up. I asked if he wanted anything on my way. He answered "No thanks." Soon after I arrived a family came to find a companion for their difficult cat. Irene, eventually, handed over Dobby who played beautifully with the young girl. They went away to think about it. It was a good thing they didn't put their noses into Dolly and Dobby's bed box. They were moved to below Mimi and Macey yesterday. In that time they managed to poo twice on their bed and saturate it with urine. That pretty, pink, fluffy bed is now in the rubbish. No way was it going into my washing machine! Shortly after the family, the woman who rang about Hera on Wednesday arrived with her daughter. They were going to come as soon as a parcel was delivered. It didn't come until 5pm. Hera was not very friendly until I offered her some crunchies. In the meantime the chatty couple met all the other cats available. They have been following the webpage closely and were pleased to meet Apricot's brother Marmelade.

Marmie, of course, is not interested in anybody but Tim. They loved Macey and Mimi because they are so pretty. The daughter especially spent lots of time playing tootsies with Macey. They, eventually, went away to "think about it". They know there are lots of kittens in the pipeline but want a more mature cat for the elderly mum who wants a companion who won't bolt out the door or get underfoot. And Lauren arrived with Miles to adopt one of the cats that she has been fostering. Miles was a great help keeping Mimi/RubyG's kittens inside their condo while I cleaned them.

Even the boy came back from the vet with a collar. (I put them in their carrier cage on Wed morning before being savaged by the littlest). ((My thumb is fine, thank you)). Eventually all the visitors left and I could continue to clean condos. A couple of boarders had play time in the play place. They are big cats so appreciated being able to stretch out.

I cleaned Rita and co. Only the little silver and white tabby is still poorly. The other three are full of beans. I made some towelling cloths to line their hammocks out of left overs from sewing some new hammocks. Being germy from cleaning them up, I left at my usual time.

Chicken fingers

I took some BBQ chicken to do my cat behaviour routine this afternoon. Give me chicken, was Dolly's reaction.

But she says that to any food on offer. Other more circumspect cats were lured into more friendly behaviour by my chicken fingers. Even Windsor came out of his cave. (He had heard the fuss that Buddy and Petey were making: Buddy even let me pat him with my chicken fingers).

Silky was interested to eat chicken but not to make friends. She wears white stockings.

And Marmelade let me pat him. And Billy shut up while I tossed chicken at him. Gracie yelled for her share and Mimi and Macey fought over every piece. Macey got most of them because Mimi is a push over. The cat who REALLY LOVES CHICKEN is the new mum with four grey kittens. She still doesn't have a name. But, she is wearing a rather frayed collar. Her "rescuers" put the collar with a bell on her to stop her catching birds (to feed her kittens). She still doesn't have a name. I think we should call her Ruth, or RBG, or Rubygee because of the lace(y) collar. She was not going to give any of her chicken to her kittens . . . . she laid down the law. Then she followed me with her eyes as I distributed my inadequate stash to those other worthless cats.

Patchy and co have finished their ringworm treatment. To celebrate, I redecorated their wheely cage with new hammocks. And I swung it around to face the action. Tim is worried that they are not yet desexed so should not be on show. But I said that visitors won't see them until they are leaving and by then it will be too late. They have names. Meet Spotty, named for the spot on her nose/the end of her nose is black.

Tippy because she has a white tip on her tail.

And PJ who is the tortie.

They should be desexed and ready to go next week. Irene said that she would share photos of our cats who now live with other servants who take photos of them too.

Old friends

Ham was returned. They let him out of his safe room too soon and he got confused and was noisy. Catsie cooed at him but he is still behind a modesty cloth.

Tam

Katie is back. She was beating up on another of Lauren's foster cats. I suspect that she wanted Miles bed all to herself.

Katie

Harriet was adopted. I hope she doesn't come back.

And whoever takes Jasmine would be a fool to let anybody else get their hands on her.

 Jasmine

Chevy is good at getting out of his condo. On Monday he was found, after a long search, under the clean laundry shelves in a very small space. He should be picked up by Clare soon (and perhaps exchanged by a pregnant mother).

Chevy (another photo just in case you have to find him)

Poor Ashleigh lost two of her kittens. She has two left. Let's hope that these survive.

 WIllow's kittens are doing a brilliant job of dirtying their condos. Even Willow's was grubby. I gave them all a good cleaning and fresh bedding. The kittens managed to drown theirs in no time. Sigh.

 Willow and kittens

They don't look wormy at all so the medication is working. They really loved some new toys.

 Marmelade has to balance on the edge of his litter try and duck under his upper shelf to get to his water bowl. Good thing he is a cat and is flexible.

Marmelade