Life on the Edge: Can There Be TOO Much of a Good Thing?

Monday, October 31, 2011

Can There Be TOO Much of a Good Thing?

The kittens have been

flourishing, and are now completely out of the box. They stay in the bathroom when I'm gone, or when they're eating. For some reason the old and washed up kittens aren't able to accept their change in status and insist on horning in on delectable kitten mush. So they get shut up in my room until I can finish fixing the food and get the bathroom door shut. But they don't mind.

Not at all.

Hobbes tries to blend in with the itty bitties.

These kittens, being in good health from the start, have hit all their milestones early. They started going to the bathroom on their own long before they were able to wash themselves or do the whole litter box thing, so they ended up foul and stinky. They had lots of spit baths, but nothing made any real difference until they were able to use the litter box. Which they have done amazingly well, in fact, better than some of the older kittens. I don't want to embarrass anyone, so I won't mention any names, but it rhymes with Blazarus Loopsie.

Eating from a dish was conquered very early on, which is a good thing for me, as I was in danger of being gummed to death by over-eager fuzzballs. The bigger kittens fought giving up the bottle, but these guys seemed to sense the advantages of this food delivery system over the old one.

Their personalities are well developed now. Sigrid is a big, fat chunk of a kitten. She's always off adventuring somewhere or another. Peaches is the fiercest leg climber when food is around, but is rather ladylike and shy the rest of the time. Hobbes the II is very clingy and wants to be fed. A lot. Tra-la-la-la-lossum the Awesome Possum is affectionate and playful. Then there's my favorite, Tinkerbell the Stinkerbell (also known early on as the nursing shark). She's a bold, brave little gray mite with delicate features.

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