I’m just a girl. My hobbies and passions include my friends, garden, house and writing. So here you will find stories of all of the above and my rambling viewpoint on the stuff I see and do everyday.
If you haven’t been following along I know that title could be confusing. I am talking about the new set of feral kittens having been moved.
Two of the four kittens escaped through the side door of the kitty condo they were in, pushing over a chair that was sort of blocking the door.
I picked them up and put them back but the momma was growling and hissing at me and my fear was she would move them, and she did.
The very next morning they were not there and my last blog was that she moved them.
It was later that same day when I was walking around checking places that I saw the momma through the door of a different kitty condo.
She in fact just moved them from one shelter to another, one that is actually closer to the house and better yet, in line with one of the backyard webcams.
When I was out there weeding I casually set a brick down in front of the door so the babies couldn’t open it. The momma goes in and out of the top floor and can get to them.
I also snapped this pick through the door. The rest are from the web cam.
They are now four weeks old. Four weeks away from being able to give away, two weeks at the minimum. (Exactly when I will be away on vacation in Seattle)
As you can see she isn’t getting too far away and watches me carefully whenever I’m in the yard. I put one of the cat beds on the ground outside so she can be comfortable when she is not inside with them.
Kittens are three weeks old today. Lori has secured homes for three of the four kittens. Two to her dean and one to the family who took the random Christmas kitten that showed up.
We have been keeping an eye on the momma who keeps a sharp eye on the feral house she had them stashed (past tense) in.
Yesterday early morning I could really hear them crying and walked out there thinking the momma must be away.
I got to the house and could tell she was in fact in there but the two calico kittens had gotten out and were crying.
As I got closer the momma was growling and hissing at me and sprang out of the house.
I picked up these two gave them a quick (get used to humans) cuddle, opened the roof and put them back in.
I came in and watched the momma jump back in. Saw her later in the day coming out and thought we had averted the dreaded move if she thought her hiding place was up.
Well this morning while feeding I noticed the chair blocking the escape door (placed to reduce escape risks) was turned over. I checked my shoulder to make sure momma wasn’t watching and went to fix it.
Only to find she didn’t care cause she had moved them!
Well, the kittens are still in place on the bottom level of one of the feral condos.
I opened and snapped a quick photo on Thursday because I saw the momma on the other side of the studio and knew ahead of time she wasn’t close enough to see me. But I didn’t risk her getting back there knowing I was out there.
Today I went out several times while doing laundry, but the momma isn’t going far today. They are now two weeks old and maybe she needs to be feeding them more. I don’t really know.
But she has been in there a lot or laying in the gravel right outside the condo.
What a week. Work was very busy, the food bank was very busy, and the usual life things were very busy.
I didn’t go to yoga on Tuesday, the morning class on that day is a gentle class and instead I put in several hours of work in the yard to fill both yard waste bins and got half of the front yard cut back. It is easier to see backing out of the driveway, but still half to go.
The goal this rainy weekend was to fill them again to be picked up this week. That has not happened.
On Wednesday I worked my check in shift at the yoga studio then had a private session to work on a couple of things that need fine tuning.
Besides having to be at work a couple hours early on Monday the shifts all week until Friday were non stop. But there seems to be the dullest of lights at the end of the peak tunnel.
On Thursday I was really hoping for a light day at the food bank so I could get more done at home but instead it was extremely busy. They have also changed the days for handing out food so were expecting a lot of people later in the day.
After I put everything away they had me bag up food for 12 families. This was three bags apiece. One was full of cans (blue bags) then a bag of dried goods like oatmeal, beans, applesauce, pasta, nuts, milk, peanut butter, ect. And then a third bag of frozen food, protien, strawberries and tortillas. By the time I finished I had just enough time to get home and walk before work.
Friday after yoga, dropping off dry cleaning, doing laundry and my walk before work it was nice to have a slower night.
I also took about 20 of these pictures, sticking my phone into the Portulacaria trying to get a glimpse of Ethel and her kittens, with no luck. But at one point something growled at me so I figured I was close and walked away.
Today while on the phone I walked out back to lower the umbrella because the wind was picking up. I had seen Ethel go into one of the feral cat condos yesterday. She had gone in but came right back out.
But while walking past it and she was across the yard I opened up the lid to see four week old kittens.
I did not stick around or try and touch them. From what I have read you should wait about two weeks before touching.
I also don’t want her to abandon them. I was happy to see her hanging out in the rain on the top floor looking out the door, knowing her kits were dry and warm inside.
Lori thinks she has homes for all four, of course assuming we catch and tame them. So very many pieces of advice on that today as the pictures were shared.
One friend who has captured kittens that young guaranteed us the momma would follow if we moved them. She did it and put them all in her spare bathroom. I said fine I’ll bring them all to her place because we don’t have a spare bathroom. 🤣
I do know that if Ethel abandons them we will have to bottle feed as the pound euthanizes bottle babies for lack of staff and we do not have the time or energy for that!
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