Surprises

I was late again after taking DH to the eye injecting doctor. There were very few vollies and all worked hard . . . . especially Catsie who not only did Incoming but also did the washing up. That is devotion!

The rubbish hadn't been picked up when I got there. And I didn't have a moment to think of it until I left. There are bags and bags on the verandah and the Cousins bins to be filled (with only 30Kg please) tomorrow.

There was one woman who came in to adopt Angel. I think she was taken by the name. The kitten is not particularly angelic. But the woman was convinced that Angel was the kitten to replace her ragdoll who loved to sit beside her. She really wanted a small dog but couldn't find one. Pity I didn't know last week when somebody rang to surrender their family's chihuahua and I couldn't help them.

Angel

Luke is her condo mate but, while they like to play together they are not particularly bonded

Luke

 So we went through the adoption process until it got to the place when I ask for $375 dollars for a kitten. "But your website says that they cost $70!" So I checked our website and there was no mention of $70. "It must have been another website that I was looking at." Indeed. She will be back tomorrow when her pension cheque is deposited and she has enough money to pay for her angel.

Then some schoolgirls arrived with a collapsible cage. . . probably one of ours from the time when one of the girls fostered our kittens. I said, of course, "have a look at our lovely kittens". So they did. Go look at Tinkerbelle, I said. And the one who was in the foster home did and she reported on the cute kittens in the condo next door to Tinkerbelle. "Really" said I and went to check:

two indistinct blobs behind Josie

behind Josie

Tim said that the "thread" in the mid ground might be umbilical cord. 

More babies!

And Betty is not eating. She looks very thin all of a sudden. Tim has seen her suckling her 7 but mostly she just sits and looks sad.

The stand alone from incoming has decanted Cass, Michelle, Denny and John into the enclosure next door to Patch and Lily. I think they are getting used to kittens for neighbours.

black and white forever

PC rearranged

 It struck me this morning when I had fed the cats that the stand alone beside the filing cabinet and the cleaning trolley might change positions to make the hand disinfectant accessible and make the cleaning stuff more central for the enclosure cleaning. So I moved Gemma across. Then I had another thought, Martin would prefer watching the comings and goings through the door while Gemma would rather be in a quiet corner. So I swapped them around. I think it works well. But will be interested to see if it is still so arranged by Friday. 

Later in the afternoon PC came out for a wander. Sue cleaned his eyes and I gave him a good brush which he LOVED. He looks so much better than he did when he arrived.

PC

Ms Claws only has one kitten unadopted. Dasher was picked up today. She and Dancer were in the play place together overnight. I put Dancer back in with her mum, disinfected the play place and put Henry there. He keeps saying what a big boy he is, so I thought he would like it. He hid most of the time.

"Thought I'd got rid of them" said Ms Claws

Mariko came. . . a little late because her bus from Chatswood station didn't arrive. She asks how long does it take to walk? I don't know. But she noticed the Freya's tummy is hard. I noticed that her nipples are becoming bald. Sue said that she was thought to be pregnant when she arrived. Not very then, but quite noticably now. But remember how long it takes some mums to drop their bubs.

Freya

Betty had seven kittens by Saturday morning last week. They are doing well and tend to lie beside each other in a row. 

Joy took some photos. Her brief it to take a photo of each cat in the cattery so that there is a good one to upload when they become available. Tough job, but somebody . . . . . 

She had a cat named Misty. Wonder if she looked like this Misty.

Misty

Joy noticed that Rory and Little have symmetrical face markings. Merged they would have a white nose and two white cheeks.

Rory and Little

Tinkerbelle has been desexed. The collar is too big and has to be folded back for her to eat.

Tinkerbelle

Short day

 I arrived late because my DH had pains in his right arm that stop him sleeping so had to be delivered to RNS. But Willoughby council was running late too so I managed to get the huge pile of poo bags from our balcony into other people's bins. And the cardboard into our Cousins bin. Willoughby still hasn't replaced our broken bin. But I didn't get to refill the Cousins bins which should have been emptied this afternoon because I had to leave at 2 to pick up DH from RNS and bring him home. He is fine. 

I hope Robyn visited because Tim was all by himself. Sue had to leave early. She was there yesterday and got rid of the pile of donated household cloth that I made last week. And she wrote a note for the front desk to NOT ACCEPT any more towels, sheets or any other kind of fabric. Our bedding shelves are full. And our food shelves are full too, so we don't need any donations of food either. Just give us money if you must!

Or adopt a cat. There are 25 on our for adoption page. Plus heaps more to come: another pregnant mum in the nursery, several groups of small kittens around the place. Including Tinkerbelle who is everybody's best friend. She is a bit chunky to be called Tinkerbelle, I think. Tinka would be better.

Tinkerbelle/Tinka

 

Mrs Claws' kittens are in the play place and ready to dash out as soon as the door is open. She seems to be missing them and has quietened down.

And Elsa yowled at us today. She hasn't been desexed yet. I noticed that her bottom left canine is missing which is why her tongue peeks pinkly out of her mouth.

A man came in suss us out before I left. He had dogs but has become allergic to them. (I mentioned that my niece is also allergic to dogs except for poodles and labradoodles). He thinks he might try a cat but needs to travel a bit until March. He is concerned that he might be allergic to cats. I had him cuddle several and then wipe his nose. No sniffles or sneezes. So he should be back.

Boss Cockie day 2

Everything went smoothly thanks to Joy (walking wounded with a groin injury) and Ros. And Sue came in (despite her wrenched knee) to meet with a marketing student who is supposed to have devised a pitch for us. The student didn't show at the appointed time -- between noon and 2pm. When Sue chased her she said "I couldn't find you". She should get a big fat F.

After all the recent adoptions (Indy, Berry, Fizzy, Ham) we are looking decidedly thin on available cats. We have several who haven't been vet checked and/or desexed. And others who have ringworm or who are super shy. Folk will just have to line up outside our door.

The woman who adopted Berry and Fizzy returned their carry cages. [I got them wrong he is the fluffy and she is the shorthaired. . . .  whatever.] She came in to adopt Indy but was intimidated by Indy's size. Her 13 year old son spotted Berry who fell in love and walked into his arms. "They chose me". She is very happy and told us her life story. Sue encouraged her to share their journey on our FB page.

A new cat was delivered by Claire who brought us Marmalade, Apricot and Dorito.

Apricot

I was told that she was bringing in a pregnant mum. So I moved Tinkerbelle and Tobias (who both have potential owners hovering in the wings) into a wheely cage (the non-ringworm one) and sterilized their grubby condo for her. [We really should have a policy of moving mothers and kittens every two weeks and cleaning out their condos to prevent the poo from bonding with the paint!]

Tinkerbelle and Tobias

When Claire arrived she had Chevy, a boy. She believed he was a Cherry, another girl cat in "her" colony. It wasn't until he was on the vet's operation table that they discovered that he is male. He is shy. But he did eat his dinner.

Chevy

And we have Ashleigh who had three tiny kitten after she was brought in on Sunday. She is not eating so has multiple dishes with many offerings.

Ashleigh

 Harriet is developing into a very chatty, sociable cat. Her kittens are still skitty but pretty.

H kittens