11 weeks & counting!!!

I know that my wonderful new families are eagerly counting down the number of sleeps until their new babies arrive, with Grogu being the first to leave in exactly one weeks time! Just 7 more sleeps Willow & he is arriving on Damian’s own very special diaversery day! 

Firstly, please forgive the lack of stories, images and videos posted during this last week, I’ve been a bit knocked a bit off kilter having had a call to go to get my third Covid (right arm) and at the same time my flu (left arm) jabs done. The first I had were both Astra Zenica, but this time it was Pfizer. Which along with as a sore arm, left me in a shivering within about 12 hours of having it. It’s A a small price to pay for the important protection it offers (or will in 2 weeks time) . 

Meanwhile the kittens have been climbing, leaping & running around all over the place and as each day passes they discover a new ability to reach a surface that up until 24 hours previous had been “#kittensafe” . 

I’ve been revamping & printing out kitten sales agreements so that they’re ready to complete as each collection visit occurs. Willing there to be sufficient ink and started the print run which consisted of 12 pages per kitten (2 identical sets per kitten). Having started the print, I walked away thinking I’d grab a shower then come back to staple them into their sets. Well, you know already that it was at this moment a kitten appeared, eager to learn what this new sound was. And as anything that is moving is magnetic to any kitten worth his salt, young Basil got to interview & have a trial for the role of chief clerical officer.

In the real-world scenario that plays out in my brain (which by now you may have developed sn appreciation of that it’s a little peculiar) security had to be called to show him unceremoniously off the premises. He didn’t get the job but as he was pushed out of the door, Alan Sugar calls after him “You’re Fired!”

I duly picked up the papers which no longer neatly stacked as they were spat out by my Epson and stapled them before having a game of ball with the lads before going to partake in my ablutions! 

I have a draw, the sound of which draws my girls from slumber. No, surprisingly, it’s not the treat draw but the draw where I keep the toys that require supervision or participation. There are three draws and I hold my breath any time I open one of the others because I know they all sound the same and that the cats will appear eager to play and I don’t like disappointing them if al I’d wanted was a new set of batteries or a tealight candle. Anyway, this draw is like magic. 

Inside are the high jinx toys that result in high velocity and high jumping activity. Noodle, the matriarch, bless her heart she still shows up but rarely gets involved these days. I’ve not seen her spring effortless into the air n a very long time. Prune can still execute standing jumps leaping high but like Noodle she has always stepped aside with an awareness that kittens are underfoot Not so Floozy who, Miss Nosey-Got2Be-Centre-of-Attention herself has no such scruples. She gets right on in, launching herself and mowing down anything ir anyone who might think they are playing, and, having won the toy, goes back to her roots and growls. Floozy was one of a litter of TEN and I believe that she had to learn quickly how to fight her own corner where toys and food are concerned. Most of the time now she has learned that she doesn’t need to voice her desire to keep whatever she has, but as I tried to engage the kittens with a toy from this sacred drawer and attempt to make a video that had a whiff of being “professional” first I learned Floozy had no self-restraint & would launch herself unceremoniously in and then that she had reverted to type and growled! 

I fully expect that Noodle & Prune having both mothered their own kittens have an appreciation for nurturing the young, and this is why they hang back so patiently but, while while Floozy was VERY keen to be with and care for the kittens a few weeks ago, now that they are so able when things get exciting (high velocity/speed game play) she forgets her manners entirely. 

On Wednesday afternoon the lads lost their cardboard box fort. It has been demolished, flattened and gone for all time. Sad really as they’ve had THE best time playing in, on, through & over it. Id noticed recently a certain kitten was stood in the cutout doorway, his head tilted back as he chewed the door frame. I looked closer and the door ways were all pitted & peppered with teeny-tiny teeth marks. 

I was enjoying a cuppa with a friend on Wednesday lunchtime, when she said, that kitten is breathing all funny. I looked and said “nope, he is about to be sick”. Now don’t get jealous here, not everyone can have this lifestyle but I noted his little vomit puddle contained something not food. I felt in the warm and wet mess, discovering plastic. No wonder little Vinnie was retching! But I could not recognise where this plastic was from. As I thought and thought as the day progressed, was called for & went for my jabs and returned, I trawled my mind, looking for some way to work out what this plastic was. 

As kittens were sleeping I took an opportunity to tidy up a bit and as I did I saw that the bite marks were not only in the door frames but also on the parcel tape I’d used to create the structure with some integrity of strength. Not only were there teeth marks in the cardboard and tape there were ragged bits of tape missing! There was the lightbulb 💡 moment that I’d discovered the source of Vinnie’s tummy ache and so, the fort was consigned to the recycling bin. 

The kittens have a big week ahead of them. From now until Tuesday we will continue our day to day of eat, sleep, play. Then on Wednesday they will each be bathed for the last time here & their ears will be cleaned and their claws cleaned & clipped so that they are all smart ready for Thursday afternoon’s trip to see the vet. I will microwave my snuggle pad & bundle them all into a pet carrier taking them to receive their final health checks, weigh ins & 2nd vaccinations. And with that we begin our final countdown as just 24 hours later, one by one each of the blue brothers will be off to begin their lives away from us with Humphrey being last to leave being collected during the week. 

As I’ve been typing away, Noodle has been pestering me to cover her with a blanket. She pokes and taps me for service! I looked over to see this absolutely glorious vision unnoticed beside me, if a kitten so totally deep in sleeping that he is oblivious to the goings on over and around him. Heart. Melted. Again.

On houseplants, foods & essential oils. Which are cat friendly & which are toxic?

It struck me that as a teen with my first kitten a black moggy I named Ziggy. I wanted the name Sid, after Sid Vicious but my mother was dead set against it, and besides he turned out to be a she (the cat not the sex pistols front man). Over the years Ziggy eventually had another cat named after her by a friend of mine. Her Ziggy was a boy, but the fact she named him that in honour of our long-standing friendship and live of cats (she had one of Ziggy’s kittens !) warms my heart. But I digress. When I was a teen it was as we came out of the 70’s into the 80’s. We had no clue of an internet of things & the library was the only place to glean knowledge. Apart from the fact that it was no place for an aspiring punk rocker to hang out, I would not have had a clue that cats could be poisoned by ordinary things….

At that time, my sou roundings were the kind were it was fashionable to have houseplants dangling from ceilings suspended in a crocheted pot plant holder granny made. In it would be a common spider plant with its multiple new spiderlings on shoots dangling. In another corner hung a variegated leafed tradescantia or maybe some kind of trailing fern. 

I had hard & desperate crushes, unrequited. There was I yet to be a suitor of the caliber to buy me garage flowers. Even when I did have I had no knowledge that there were things on display or in use in our homes that could cause harm - other than those things mum kept locked in a medicine cabinet or were down in the depths of a forbidding damp & cobweb covered shed.

As the decades have passed our worlds have expanded, & so too eventually my knowledge. Underside developed a thirst for wisdom (and since age did not wholly bestow it upon me as it should, I continue to seek it!). Now the world is open & smaller. We have the kinds of exotic things in our homes we never had before. It’s important to acknowledge the joy in many of these things, but important I think to have an awareness some of what we have is laced with danger to our pets.

If I had a suitor, this mythical handsome dark stranger (& make him wealthy if you please!), he would gallop up, dismounting his charge as he came to a halt to present me with a truly glorious bouquet filled with blooms in all shades & hues. And oh my! it would be heady with its mixture of floral, sweet & musky scents . What possible danger could there that lurks within this extravagant & beautiful gift? 

Let’s take the flamboyant Lily flower as our example. As she bursts open, her showy petals curl back, exposing her leggy tendrilled stamen. I’m sure you already know that as it gets past its best it can drip orange powder which easily stains. But this powder, this stamen is toxic. In fact it’s not just the bloom as most species of lily is toxic to some extent! However, should you become the lucky recipient of a bouquet which has Lily flowers you have no need to despair. The moment she has burst open, rather than risk your cat brushing by and becoming anointed with this powder then later grooming it off thereby ingesting it instead take a pair of scissors and with care & with kitchen paper held in your cupped hand below where you cut, simply snip the stamen away, wrapping the tissue into a parcel in the closed waste bin. 

As well as the weekly (if you are lucky) or occasion flowers you may enjoy, we might have houseplants for greenery or interest. At present actually,  there’s lots of hype for those which are air cleaning. Even though you have a cat, these environment enhancing plants are not to be sneezed at (unless you are allergic - in which case, your beau should instead provide chocolate!) . Like the Lily, some plants can be harmful - especially if your cat wants to sample it. In my 40 something years of experience most cats won’t take a blind bit of notice of your flowers or your plants, however, if your cat happens to be Floozy, then you’ll know that she dies her best not to be like “most cats”. Oh no, this little madam will chew all of the leaves on the carefully chosen & possibly air cleaning cat friendly houseplants that your ever loving cat-mumma has chosen to have and tries to look after in her home! >^..^<

Luckily, because I’m no horticultural or chemistry expert & it’s a new century we have Google - our wondrous receptacle of wisdom with many many resources - as long as you pick the resource wisely. I’m not proud, I’ve spent many long moments squinting at the plant labels in a store or nursery typing in the Latin or common name of a plant in order to seek expert guidance before taking any plant to the checkout. Or not. Just as well isn’t it since Floozy needs to taste sample them all. 

If having read this, you want to know more, do please Google a good & reliable source. Many nursery websites have taken time to provide lists of safe plant species for both indoors and out. I’ll start you off if I may by linking to a Petplan article you can see by clicking >>> Here And one from the PDSA >>> Here

Linked closely to plants since they are the origin of them all, some essential oils which are by nature super concentrated, are highly toxic to cats (& some they just don’t like!) This is not to say that if you enjoy them for fragrancing your home or use essential oils therapeutically or holistically (or to deter certain visitors) that they are out of bounds, only that it’s important to be aware so that you can take that extra care. To know more, have a look at what PDSA says on the subject by clicking >>> Here

Also coming from plants, you may be interested to read about foods that are poisonous to our pets. You can do this by clicking >>> Here and, should you be interested while you are on the PDSA’s website you’ll be able to download their free pet first-aid guide. 

Please understand, in writing this post the last thing I want to do is to scare anybody.  As I write I’m always particularly mindful that my wonderful new pet parents will be readers & may soon be taking home their first cat or may not long have kept cats. Let me say this,  to redress the balance a bit; I’ve lived with cats for over 40 years and I’ve had ZERO events happen to my cats ever whether they’re indoor only or were outside venturing furries. And that includes plant sampling Floozy!  

Additionally it was a looooooong time into my cat keeping before I knew any of this stuff in order to do a reconnaissance of my home in such a way that would eliminate/prevent harm to my cats from this kind of toxin. The reason that I post about this now is for those new pet parents, for all pet parents so that you are forewarned and armed to manage risk & prevent harm.

The point of my going right back to my first cat - and talking about the antics of my most recent addition, is to provide example of how rare such sn event is - even when you are ignorant as I was. Yes, it’s probably true that back then, we didn’t know about such hazards and equally didn’t have quite so many hazards in our homes as we do now (I’m thinking here about exotic oils and foods we might have). 

Yes Granny, your spider plant is cat-safe, but I still say that the crochet thing can go! (Actually, don’t tell Gran but I believe crochet is enjoying a bit of a revival! Oh, and don’t let me stop you, I’m not gonna be all judgy if you want to crochet yourself a pot hanger thingy). 

Floozy is the first and only cat I’ve ever had to bite my plants. In point of fact she has eaten them. And she still will. And yes, when she’s eaten them she’s puked them out again too. I find the evidence plus my poor plants look awful. Phew, luckily for her they are cat safe plants! 

It’s true cats do sometimes eat grass. Fur cats are said to nibble grass to make themselves sick as a way to rid themselves of a fur ball. By the way this is not the same as cat grass which you can buy as seed kit in pet stores grow and give your indoor cat access to if you wish. My miaustore water fountain even has an option of a little cat grass container to set in it.  

Now that I’ve introduced you to this subject and no doubt I’ve put a healthy dose of fear into you which in many ways I’m sorry for. Believe me, I almost feel your anxiety to get to the end of this post so that you can start your home audit to Google every single houseplant you’ve got and lock away the lavender and tea tree oil quick smart! 

But, while I do appreciate that it’s a scary subject. I hope that on balance you’ll be glad to know these things. And, to go with that, maybe you should know what do you do if you ever did suspected that your cat (or dog) had ingested something that she or he ought not to have… 

What are the signs? Again, I’m no expert, but a brilliant source of info for us cat people is the website cats.org.uk and their page on which site this kind of info can be viewed is >>> Here. And in a real life emergency the vet is definitely where you should be headed. 

I’ve deliberately not spoken in this post about our current kitten litter. Please don’t hold that against me. Yes I’ve mentioned my girls the kong departed but not forgotten Ziggy & the very precocious Floozy, but only as an example and to evidence that in the 40 +  years I’ve shared my life & home with cats that in all that time I’d not had a cat who even wanted to taste sample everything. And that when she did, because I did by then know. the plants she nibbles are cat safe plants & while she has been sick in removing them, she has not been poisoned.  The reason I do not wish to speak about a litter here is because in years to come I want to  re-post this so that the next generation of new kitten parents will be given the information that for so long I was ignorant of. 

 

Unashamedly besotted

If you read yesterday’s blog post you’ll know exactly what I did today, and a job well done it was. Now we have a 3rd top entry tray in position plus the side entry tray which is I believe only chosen when there’s congestion in the top entry trays are crowded. The adults don’t ever go in together but the kittens have no privacy issues and will happily get in together or dive in on top of an adult, well their mum I’ve seen receive a kitty ion her back mid flow! Anyway, it’s spic n span job done, all cheap n nasty litter gone. 

Other than that, it’s been a normal day here with play times, sleeping & the regular event of tummy filling while I stand guard to ensure that the adults social distance until every kitten has finished, shaken his back legs, stretched to ease his full belly & shuffle away. 

Play is interesting to watch actually, you get a feel for developmental stage, witness failures, followed by increasing prowess & ability. A sureness in ability, and the best bit of all the characters of each kitten as he (or indeed she when there are girls in a litter) becomes able to appreciate that they have a will of their own - and believe me, some are waaaay more wilful than others! 

Maybe due to his larger size right from birth, despite being last out, Humphrey has made a point of being first and fastest particularly when food is around. First to the kitchen racing me and winning despite his little legs being microscopic in comparison to mine. He is most definitely first to eat (though Grogu has caught up in that department!) he is always first to finish. He was first to work out the adults get different food and when! But he is also most chilled. Maybe he is assured in his largeness! Of course being the only black kitten, maybe he already felt special, same colour as my mum! 

Then there’s Grogu who has grown into himself, in recent weeks. He is a greedy young man, brave in battle with his brothers, he is like a charging rhino, single minded & focussed. He is wilful, he has no qualms about voicing his displeasure when he thinks he is going to be prevented from achieving what he sets out to do. I’ve been told “heeeyyyyy” on a few occasions, mostly when redistribution of kittens around a food bowl is required (we will come back to that topic later!) 

Basil & Vincent might be smaller in stature, but they make up for it during duals whether they’re against each other or one of their brothers, or even their mum! Not that she takes any notice any more than they do. I think maybe it’s cunning, perhaps by crying (wolf) their opponent will loosen his grip or be distracted and when that occurs, the squealer takes his opportunity to strike. I did used to find the yells alarming, thinking that someone was being hurt, but as I watched I would see that the one yelling was also the antagonist, egging the other to rejoin the battle. It’s all play, it’s nature preparing them to be skilled hunters and fighters in the game that is survival of the cutest. I did type fittest but must have mistyped and instead the word cutest was put in. I left it because it made me smile. The fact that none of these boys will need to rely upon his abilities in hunting or fighting does not stop nature from driving kittens to go through the motions of learning those skills. 

Basil is a thinker and sometimes appears more happy in his own company, as it play is somehow beneath him and shrugs it off. He is often last to the bowl, or I’ll have had to go wake him as he has not heard my call (kittens! Kittens!) . He will often secure himself to leave mid meal not having had opportunity to deal with his bladder before being lifted from slumber & taxied to the kitchen. He returns and eats more, but satisfied, and Humphrey already gone, leaves Vincent & Grogu to it. 

Vincent, he is a dainty eater, he takes his sweet time. Even though Grogu wants to be last to leave, he can’t squeeze in another mouthful and goes, while Vincent unhurried, munches on. Around him, like waiting vultures, 3 adult cats are getting impatient, creeping forwards they’ll have the excuse that a morsel is on my otherwise clean floor, but getting brave they might sneak a nose over the edge of the bowl. I say the name and the naughty vulture will retreat, while Vincent munches on. He finishes (eventually) and shakes each back foot, then taking a couple of steps will arch and stretch before sauntering off. 

After food, if they don’t immediately sleep it off, play will commence, and particularly in the late evening this will include Floozy who runs with them encouraging them to race back & forth between rooms. My cats often race in the same way when kittens are not about and then very often I am run over the top of as I lay on my bed, Im used at times as some kind of springboard too.  There’s great interest in football skills, my laminate floor lending itself to this and the chase of the batter ball rather well. Mice of course, and climbing, jumping and hide n seek. The games I object to are those where kittens want to bite fingers (& toes) and I will always offer /use a toy as a play object rather than my hand so that they never get to think or have any expectation of fingers as being play things. My toes will be quickly pulled away and hidden under the blanket if they become interesting to a wakeful kitten!

I am unashamedly adding a video here which I captured after my shower this afternoon. It was about 5:30pm and the sun was coming into my bedroom window. The scene was so beautiful and I’m very aware that this scene is only going to be played out for a short time more. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did. I did however notice yet again my breathing as I listened back. The microphone is so sensitive I sound like I need to be on a ventilator! Apologies for that. I’m fine by the way!