50 cent

When I started this blog, I decided to allow ads in the hopes it might (laugh) someday be enough for a TCR donation. As of today I had made 50 cents. I am very impressed by this! I expected 0 cents, so!

The fosters are doing well. I want to nickname one of the grey tabbies Screamy - Mist stopped crying today. He screams *a lot*. He cries when I'm not in the room. He cries when I *am* in the room, and not touching him *just so*.

Btw, Mist not crying may sound like a good thing, but it means I hardly ever see Chai. Mist isn't screaming because she has been permanently affixed to a nipple!

Those two are total angels. &today the little brown tabby jumped next to me on his way to the window. Then the female grey tabby shocked me by emerging from the closet with me in the room, for the first time!, and finding a stealthy path to the window ledge as well.

The bulk of my efforts have not been spent trying to interact with the feral kittens. In fact, for the most part, I try to totally ignore them. When they do emerge, I don't look at them. I go about my business changing the litter box, sweeping the floor, and playing with the grey tabbies. So, they've definitely been within about a foot of me at this point...I just don't try to touch them (yet). Instead of acclimating them to affection, I've been trying to acclimate them, and make them immune, to my presence. When I could be reaching out to them, I stand up instead. I try to get them used to normal human interactions first. &then I sang like the whole time I was in the room.

I was singing this to the kittens earlier. As I told Heather on the weekend, for anyone who doesn't know, originally I was an East Asian Studies major. That song always makes me want to cry.
If you're interested, I think if you search for the English lyrics on yahoo, you'll find a post from me years ago...