Showing posts with label Foster Kitties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Foster Kitties. Show all posts

Monday, August 31, 2009

And just one....

I'm going to be down one kitty when Boy Cat aka Trouble goes to his new home.
He is going to be adopted without his sister Kiko. Boy cat is pretty independent, he only comes around when he's bored but most of the time, he can be found scampering around the hallways himself. The other times, hes napping by his lonesome. Girl cat aka Kiko likes to be around me. Kiko sleeps behind the couch mostly. There are times where I do come home and find both of them napping together on the couch. I hope to get another foster kitty to keep Kiko company...hopefully one that doesn't bully her the way boy cat does!
Boy cat aka Trouble playing
Girl cat aka Kiko

Tequila on the other hand is settling in fine. She loves to play chase with me at the park. She chases me around and I run. The other thing about Tequila is that she loves loves loves to kiss you. I am so slobbered by her kisses! My life has truly been given to the dogs!

Friday, August 21, 2009

No names , banking on creative inspiration....

It's weird how I went from random babbling on my blog posts to dedicating my blog to the fosters dogs and kitties and my two munchkins. I think they are by far more interesting to talk about than the random nonsense I spew out of month regularly.

Yesterday was a long night. I drove out downtown to pick up the two kitties who had no names. All I know is that these two need much TLC but I wasn't quite prepared when they were handed over to me just how much care they required. The poor foster mom was drowning. I counted 8 cats that I could see but was told there were a few more downstairs. I didn't ask her how much but the strong stench of cat litter pretty much gave me a good idea that the range was far past 10. When she handed over the two to me, my heart sunk. Their little eyes were full of puss due to an eye infection and their fur was matted and litter was stuck to their paws and feet. They stunk. I had to roll down the window on my way home so my car wouldnt be filled with such an odor. I have to say they pretty much smelt like they came right from the shelter. Yet Lemon and Lulu weren't this stinky.

When we got home, I rushed upstairs and ran a bath. I put the little girl into the tub at first and scrubbed her down. I tried as mcuh as I could to wash her ears, and the litter out of her fur. She was a mess but purred and seemed happy when i was rubbing soap into her fur. Once I took her out of the tub and dried her off, she was happy to roll around in the towel...I clipped her nails,cleaned her ears and I put her back into the crate.

Next up was the little boy...he must have been the runt of the litter. He's definitely smaller of the two and was more cautious than his sister. He was a mess too, mats of litter stuck in his fur,long nails and dirty little ears.He too enjoyed the bath. He seemed to enjoy it more than his sister. Crazy little runt.

Once the baths were completed, i took the two downstairs. They won't come upstairs on their own and prefer to sit at the top of the steps and just nap or sleep. They are still shell shock but are eating and pooping/peeing fine. They love to be petted.
Hopefully in my care, the eye infection will go away and they heal and recover faster. These two needed TLC and I'm ready to give it to them. Hopefully I can update with much better pictures of these two (sans eye infection). :)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Kitty Kat Brats, Kitty Kat Splat

My kitties have been lots of fun, can't believe its been a month since I've fostered them. I will miss these little buggers when they leave. Today Lulu decided to grace me with her presence and jumped up on the bed to give me the obligatory headbutt as she wanted some loving. So i patted her head and she proceeded to be "in my face"
until i patted her some more.It gets to the point where I have to hide under the covers to get away from the crazy cat. Then her friend Lemon comes into the room with her little "meow" which technically means "get the hell up, im damn hungry" which I seem to have mastered the kitty language faster than my years of learning spanish. I will the miss the hell out of these monsters. I never really liked cats but I will admit I like them when they are small and cute and clumsy. My dogs are still my number one! They gave me the "Hi Mums, Happy birthday" licks this morning. So cute. On that note, Happy bday to me. I got myself a big present and its in the form of this: