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| Kitten Kaboodle. |
| 08.28.06 (11:22 am) [edit] |
I usually write every few days in my journal. My tucked away one, that is. But this month, whew.. fuggetaboudit. On August 9th, I brought home two kittens in need of a home. They were four weeks old and couldn't quite walk just yet. Their eyes were still dark and unfocused, and all they knew was that anything that felt or seemed like momma's tummy was where they wanted to be. You wouldn't believe how many different things feel and seem like momma's tummy. A pillow, my leg, my arm, Devon's leg, Devon's arm, a blanket, a couch arm, my nose, my foot, Devon's nose, Devon's foot and.. each other, of course.. they would scoot close, purr, and knead their sharp little claws to their heart's content. Devon and I found ourselves bottle feeding at odd hours, cleaning the occasional spill and, well, cooing like idiots. Now that we've settled into a routine and have managed to ween Adderbury and Piddle off milk and on to solid food, they're beginning to resemble cats, rather than human newborns. The neediness is toning down and they are bounding around, delighting themselves with the world that is our downstairs of the town home. With every step they take toward self sufficiency, they also take a step toward trouble. The back of the television is quite the jungle, full of cords and shady nooks. The dining room table and chairs (in the living room) are the most fascinating trees and scratching posts ever to be made. And under our bed (in the dining room) is the most fabulous adventure.. The sock bin. They can't get enough. They slide into it, wedge themseves between the socks and stay there for hours. This is fine except for the fact that that whole kitty litter thing? Yeah. They haven't gotten that down just yet. And it's my socks they happen to be cozying up to.. While using a kitty litter is pretty much second nature for cats, it's not automatic for 'new born' kittens. When they are actually sitting IN the kitty litter, they sniff around, a light bulb goes off and they do what they need to do. But they also do what they need to do when they are.. under the dining room table, sitting on the couch or standing in the kitchen. As long as they can find some semblance of cover, they are using the kitty litter whether there is kitty litter or not. So, for the last three weeks, I've been eating with, sleeping near, feeding, playing with, protecting from slightly upset older cat, buffering from extremely eager children and generally caring for these two little fur balls who have us right where they want us.  Notice little Miss Adderbury is sitting on top of Piddle. She does that a lot. These are the primary two reasons I haven't found much time to write. But I'm sure I'll be back to emoting, reflecting and the usual catharsis, lickity split. |
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