Attack of the Killer Kittens (aka read if you like loading times)

Mist being silly.

The short of it:
Cloud was adopted.
Chico was moved to another foster home while I was away, Mr. Attention did not enjoy the store.
I have to submit Flip's bio tonight.
Ashes has a gooey eye.

The long of it:

First, cute photos!!

Mist!

Juliette & Ashes!

Post vacation...look how huge they are!

Teh Stress

I feel terrible doing this, but I am really freaking out looking for someone to watch my kitties while I go on vacation.

I absolutely, from the bottom of my heart, totally promised Julien that my insane fostering would not impact negatively on him in any which way whatsoever - and now the time is looming overhead where I am supposed to be in Montreal in a few days - and I don't know what I am supposed to do!

Julien, if you read this I AM COMING, DON'T WORRY OR SAY "I TOLD YOU SO"!

In other news, all the pig-Os (that is apparently what I have taken to calling the kittens) are doing well. Everybody is at the very least trying both wet and solid food, and Mist looks ridiculous when she nurses. Litter training is...I saw a kitten use it once. So, they must be kind of doing it some of the time.

I feel really bad, and I have really been trying to not play favourites...but it's hard sometimes. Mist looks up at you with her scraggly fur and her pathetic whine and you just have to hold her. Julien (yes, I named a kitten after my boyfriend) has this amazing Gizmo from Gremlins face, and he's so fuzzy, and he rolls around and purrs like a maniac when you rub his tummy or head. Piglet (formerly Crystal...but with a penis), goes into the cuuuuuuuuutest little ball and cleans his face when you snuggle with him. He's also the smallest kitten.

Julien (the person) nicknamed the other two kittens "The Explorers"; they hardly ever sit still, and they're always MIA hiding somewhere. I'm trying to spend more time with them, and not just give in to the cuddlier ones...but Julien (the kitten) seriously has a face that makes me go "AWWWWWWWWWW" every five seconds and makes me not want to put him down.

In the last week, they've all gotten a lot more independant. They all run and -kind of- jump, and they're quit happy to play with one another or harass Chai's tail.

Heather told me she'll put Chico & Cloud in the Pet Valu tomorrow - and as sweet as those two are, I cannot wait. Chico has developed a habit of trying to nurse on my ear at night - I don't know why or how - but I am regularly awoken in the middle of the night to loud sucking noises and an ear full of saliva. I will not miss that.

You know what I'm excited about?

GARBAGE COLLECTION TODAY!

GARBAGE MOUNTAIN SHALL FINALLY BE NO MORE!

Mini Update

I just wanted to quickly update, because things move so quickly.

I said last week that, you really do see the reasons you put up with all the death and sadness when you have a little army of kittens following you down the hall.

Last week Mist was all about the climbing, and the kittens, at a week behind, are getting into just that. I find them always trying to reach new high places - although they haven't reached Mist's affinity for it quite yet. That girl, seriously would climb anything, just for the sake of climbing. I perpetually found her on and in baskets, in the bathtub twice (although I assume Chai moved her), on my makeup case, on my vacuum... When you go to the washroom, there have been a few times I have discovered several kittens as high as my waist (they like to climb pants!).

It's just so amazing how fast it all goes. This week Mist has learned to run and jump, and she is just freaking hilarious because she'll jump in the air for no real reason. "Oh, a penny on the floor? That deserves a jump!". Not to mention this makes it harder than it already was to rewrangle the kittens. Mist knows to "run for the door" when I am trying to get them all back in place, put her in her box and she'll just take off for the hallway.

The feral kitties are doing all right. I gave up on caging Flip, the brown tabby, as he kept getting out god knows how. He hides from me still, but if you catch him while eating and hold him for a moment, he'll settle down around you and purr for more rubbing. Of course, 10 minutes later this is apparently all forgotten. Chloe is hilarious. She still hisses at me every time I approach her crate, and then as soon as you reach in and touch her she is purring like a motor and rolling around on the floor looking for more. Samba, the orange kitty, still hates my guts. What can you do!