Piękny kot ~ Beau chat ~ Beautiful cat
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Life continues to revolve around cats and lizards, with an occasional rat, roach, ant, and termite. Sigh.
Eyes are now fully open and they are walking awkwardly. Mama cat makes a constant disapproving rumbling sound while they explore outside the nest.
Waffle was the 2nd to be born, and is smaller than Luna, but more demanding to come out of the nest to play, so I suspect he'll be the first to escape independently.
Google says that kittens should open their eyes after one week. Either my kittens are broken, or google lies. My money is on the latter.
But the important part of this story is Waffle's adorable stubby tail with a possum-like hook on the end! So far Luna's tail looks normal in that kitten exclamation point kind of way.
Waffle and Luna in a rare still moment. But this is an appreciation post for this scraggly fern growing through a crack in the concrete. The way these kittens use this tiny jungle to hone their sneaking skills it won't survive much longer.
Luna is shaped a bit like a gila monster. She seems to be the boss of the nest, which may or may not be directly linked to her superior bulk. She looks intimidating right?
Introducing Luna (with dark patches) and Waffle (with white body).
Thanks to niece Elsa for naming the babies.
The life of a kitten is simple - eating, sleeping, sneaking, and fighting. Occasionally they decide to test their skills on mama. She plays along for a moment, and then she swiftly ends it. Still much to learn fierce Padawan.
Once upon a time...
I used to feed a mama cat in my neighborhood, then she had two kittens and we named them Boris and Natasha. I was waiting to take everyone to the vet for sterilization until it was obvious that they were no longer nursing, but then *poof* she was pregnant again, and COVID stay at home was in effect, and then the female kitten was pregnant too. Sigh. Biology is so inconvenient.
Fast forward approximately 60 days.
She wasn't that big, and I had not been rigorously counting days to know that she was due, but one day Natasha showed up crying outside of normal meal time, and a shortly after there was a tiny and repetitive squeak of a tiny kitten in the dirt outside my front door.
As a side note, there are endless stray cats here, and I've fed many mama cats, but I NEVER see newborn kittens, and only rarely do I see the older kittens join their mama touring the neighborhood. I've never known if this means that the kittens are eaten by one of the many predators or adopted by loving families, but either way, to have a newborn kitten on my front step was shocking.
Back to the story - We put together a box and took her and kitten 1 to the back yard. A short time later kitten 2 arrived and Natasha transformed into a natural mama cat doing all the important things.
So here we are with Natasha and two kittens living in our back yard. What an unexpected and wonderful distraction from month 11 of stay at home.
Here's Joey's companion (Mr Grumpy) in the hospital ward, giving me a warning to stay away. He's actually a very large and handsome cat and I felt very sorry for his condition.
Having to wear a large E-collar while recovering from bad diarrhea and vomiting, plus having to eat crappy hospital food must have been a poor experience for this kitty.
Edit: I found out that Bimi (the cat's name) would try to bite at the IV needle stuck to his paw, so the vets had no choice but to put that plastic collar on him.