See subject :P.
Mist was readopted by the same family :). I am left just really mad at the vet for telling them to google this horrible disease she *might* have had. Who does that? When was the last time you went to a doctor, and they're like "a cough? It's probably nothing, but google lung cancer"?. Ridiculous.
The other kittens are almost over their colds & eye infections. Thank god the eye infections are done with, because boy were they brutal. Like, terribly brutal. I kept worrying kittens were going to go blind based on the insane inflammation. It was crazy - basically the eyelids had swollen to 3x the size. There's a little goo left on Barrett and Piglet, but everything has returned to normal size. No more swollen shut business.
I wish I would see that Chico had been adopted :(.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Ugh
I am not going to write about Destiny. I'm really upset about it.
Anyway, Mist was returned.
It's a long story.
Basically, a few days after she was adopted, she developed some sort of bumps on her ear.
Her new family took her to the vet and gave her some surolan. Less than 2days later, the bumps hadn't disappeared, and they took her back. From what I know, they were told the bumps could be either a reaction to earmite treatment (she was given Revolution a few days before she was adopted), or some autoimmune condition. Heather suggested it might also be a reaction to flea bites, and when I had originally heard he symptoms, it sounded to me like maybe she'd just scratched her ear too vigorously.
Anyway, they wanted to return her. &they kind of laid a bit of guilt on me...she told me how her daughter was heartbroken and had been crying all day, and she wanted to talk to Fern (which, I can only guess means complain). They were told it would take a $400 biopsy to confirm, or they could wait two weeks. They chose to exchange her for another kitten.
So, I'm pretty pissed. Because guess fucking what. Less than 24h later, the scab on her ear is gone, and try as I might, I can't see any wound or feel any alleged bump. At least it took her about 30s to lie down and try to nurse from Chai. &omg, she is being such a little sweetheart.
But I am a little pissed that this woman who could apparently not wait 2 days to see Mist, also could not wait more than 36 hours for her ear to clear up, and could not wait 2 weeks to see if she'd be all right...nor could they wait one day to get a new kitten.
Anyway, Mist was returned.
It's a long story.
Basically, a few days after she was adopted, she developed some sort of bumps on her ear.
Her new family took her to the vet and gave her some surolan. Less than 2days later, the bumps hadn't disappeared, and they took her back. From what I know, they were told the bumps could be either a reaction to earmite treatment (she was given Revolution a few days before she was adopted), or some autoimmune condition. Heather suggested it might also be a reaction to flea bites, and when I had originally heard he symptoms, it sounded to me like maybe she'd just scratched her ear too vigorously.
Anyway, they wanted to return her. &they kind of laid a bit of guilt on me...she told me how her daughter was heartbroken and had been crying all day, and she wanted to talk to Fern (which, I can only guess means complain). They were told it would take a $400 biopsy to confirm, or they could wait two weeks. They chose to exchange her for another kitten.
So, I'm pretty pissed. Because guess fucking what. Less than 24h later, the scab on her ear is gone, and try as I might, I can't see any wound or feel any alleged bump. At least it took her about 30s to lie down and try to nurse from Chai. &omg, she is being such a little sweetheart.
But I am a little pissed that this woman who could apparently not wait 2 days to see Mist, also could not wait more than 36 hours for her ear to clear up, and could not wait 2 weeks to see if she'd be all right...nor could they wait one day to get a new kitten.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Heartache/The great kitten swap
So, I went to Montreal this weekend passed. I was checking my e-mail, and I saw one named "don't cry when you see the adopted cats list...". Heather had, apparently catnapped and adopted out Mist while I was away. I knew I was attached to her, but I really never expected it to hurt so much. :(
Anyway, before I'd left I'd spoken to Heather about the possibility of trading kittens. Chloe had never really come around, and I didn't think there was much more I could do for her - maybe a fresh perspective and effort could ease her out of her shell?
Heather agreed to take her, and now I find myself welcoming Baxter and Destiny into my home. What a little angel - seriously, reading her story the first time almost brought me to tears, and now I am nursing this little gem in my lap. Unfortunately, she seems to have a URI much like Juliette and Piglet have developed. At least feeding medication 3x vs 2x is not much more work :P
Anyway, before I'd left I'd spoken to Heather about the possibility of trading kittens. Chloe had never really come around, and I didn't think there was much more I could do for her - maybe a fresh perspective and effort could ease her out of her shell?
Heather agreed to take her, and now I find myself welcoming Baxter and Destiny into my home. What a little angel - seriously, reading her story the first time almost brought me to tears, and now I am nursing this little gem in my lap. Unfortunately, she seems to have a URI much like Juliette and Piglet have developed. At least feeding medication 3x vs 2x is not much more work :P
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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!
Monday, August 10, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
You know what I'm excited about?
GARBAGE COLLECTION TODAY!
GARBAGE MOUNTAIN SHALL FINALLY BE NO MORE!
GARBAGE MOUNTAIN SHALL FINALLY BE NO MORE!
Monday, August 3, 2009
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!
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!
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