Fosterswarm update!

Tirion and Jaina are out of the woods, both are now healthy and active (and Tirion’s eyes are now free of infection and he doesn’t gurgle and whistle when he tries to breathe anymore). 

And so, here’s a photo update of the lot! With an extra photo of Tirion chewing on my finger. Since I spent over a week feeding him formula with an oral syringe, he now thinks he can get milk out of anything long and thin. Liadrin and Tyrande are chunky lumps of fur and Arthas is…. Arthas. He’s from a different litter, which is why he looks so different from the others. It doesn’t show too well in the photo, but his black coat is frosted with silver. I hope he keeps it, it’s very pretty. 


Caught while eating so you can see the size differential between say Louise and Thelma. But look how SHINY Clyde has gotten! No more poor scrawny malnourished kittonz. (Go go Simply Nourish grain-free…) 

Bonnie has put on a lot of weight although she’s still kind of a petite, bug-eyed puffball. She now gives Thelma what for despite being smaller. Clyde is still a well-meaning goomba. Thelma has actually calmed down (towards me anyway) and enjoys being petted and brushed in addition to terrorizing her siblings. And Louise is still a tiny meep-thing who would rather sit on my shoulders or back and stay out of the way for the most part. I managed to avoid her sticking her nose up mine today, however. 



Not great, but better. These guys are, well, kittens, and squirmy and like to get way too close to the camera and move around and generally make my life hard. Plus I’m no pro photographer so. 

Louise doesn’t even look like a real kitten. She looks like a perfect little toy kitten or possibly a cartoon. She also has to be attached to me at ALL TIMES, crying the whole time, and/or trying to shove her nose into my various cranial orifices. Yes, she has tried to shove her muzzle up my nose. Several times. 

Thelma is by -far- the biggest and most mature of the group. She’s also the least interested in attention, although I can’t count the number of times I’ve turned my head and looked and found her sitting there on the futon next to me with her head cocked. Watching. Thinking. I managed to get a decent shot of her side so you can see her lovely spotted markings.

I can now tell Clyde and Bonnie apart. Clyde’s head is half ears, about, and he has a longer face and sleeker coat. He also has white armpit hair and what I swear to god are ‘white tighty-whities’. He’s almost as big as Thelma, but is behind her in the dominance hierarchy. He also purrs almost constantly.

And finally Bonnie… who also looks rather like a 'toy kitten’… so small and round and perfect. And fuzzy. Dear god is she a wooly ball; she has the longest and thickest coat out of the whole litter and is already sporting toe-tufts. She’s almost as pushy as Louise about having to be attached to me at all times, but she’s a bit more of a lady about it and not nearly so noisy.

Everyone is coming along well. They’re still kind of bony around the spine/hips/ribs, but they have nice round bellies now and I mean, I’ve only had them for four and a half days. Also as far as I can tell, aside from some soft stool (not really diarrhea), all signs of sickness have vanished without trace… and I blame the poop issues on a) kittens and b) their recent change in food quality/quantity. It should clear up on its own. I’ve been giving them lysine chews to help ward off returns of any URI… Bonnie is mad about them and will literally bite your fingers if you don’t hand over the damn chew toot sweet. And she’ll steal them from her siblings. I have to really watch her because I don’t want her to get too much of the lysine. You wouldn’t think such an adorable, tiny little puffball would be such a food rager. XD (She also tends to do ¾ body belly-flops into the milk dish too…)

Fosterswarm update~

The kittens have been taken to the vet, and it turns out, they’re not actually very sick, which just validates me all the more that they shouldn'tve been euthanized. They have an upper respiratory infection (sorta kinda not very much) and a few of them have conjunctivitis; I have meds for all and they should be hale, healthy, and noncontagious in two weeks.

I’m also starting to see personalities. Louise is far and above the most friendly and extroverted. If I’m not actively holding her, she will cry and climb my leg to get into my lap (whether or not I’m wearing pants; she’ll just climb right up my shin… my poor, burgered shin…). Bonnie is also very much interested in sitting on me as much as possible, although she’s quieter about it. Clyde likes to think he’s an Adventurous Man… only every time he wanders off and gets out of LoS of his littermates, he realizes he’s suddenly alone and starts crying bitterly about it. Thelma likes to do things all her own way and on her own timetable. Even if she REALLY WANTS you to hold her, she’ll be all indirect about it so you’re sure that she’s only letting you do it because it was -her- idea. 

The downside of the afternoon (as far as they’re concerned) was that everyone got a bath because stray kittens are dirty. The upside of the afternoon (for me) was that I got to have a short nap with an entire litter of kittens sleeping on my chest in a pile. Louise, of course, had wedged herself under my chin because I apparently belong to her.