The kittens are now running around the bedroom freely and I have to tread very carefully the whole time I am in there. They seem to be stuck in a constant loop of sleeping in a pile, waking, hitting each other in the face and then sprinting up and down the length of the room. It is an adventure playground for them in there, full of things to try and climb up, dangling fabrics to whack and chew on and shoes to snuggle in.
Susu, our adopted pregnant cat got so big I began to panic that she was never going to give birth. I dreamt of kittens every night for three weeks solid and feared that she would do the deed on one of my lengthy work shifts ( I am often away for twenty four hours or more at a time). She finally retired to a birthing box under the bed one Tuesday afternoon, after bothering Clark all day with constant meowing and following him around in distress. He says he literally had to herd her upstairs to where the safe places were and waited until she accepted her fate and settled down for her ordeal. I returned home that evening and sometime whilst dinner was cooking, went up to check on her and was met by a smell that screamed “WOMB” and the tiniest little “meep” noises. Susu was soaking wet, had a weird look on her face and was hugging this soggy little thing that looked like a wet hamster. The cutest scene I have ever witnessed. This was only the beginning though, as she had six more to pop out, one of which was dead, so sad.
Under the bed was not so good a home for the brood as we could not easily keep an eye on them so we carefully moved them into the wardrobe after a couple of days and they have lived there happily ever since. There is a fluffy blanket in there and lots of room to practice walking and for Susu to spread out for feeding time. Poor little creatures have had eye infections which meant transporting them all to the vets…and then daily ordeals of ointment application. Two more died…one after a day and the other held out for a week. Both were not feeding, despite our efforts to get them on a nipple and attempts at bottle feeding with formula milk.
We now have four very healthy extremely cute little kittens. Their eyes have opened and they are plodding about, getting the hang of walking. They’re not bothered by fuss or play yet but they will be. In the meantime I try to get photos that are not all blurry with my crappy camera and a variety of props to show scale, such as this football. Speaking of which…who’s is this football…I don’t play and I have never witnessed Clark play either!?!
