4 posts tagged “cat”

Zsazsa is a small thin cat, and as such, she is always cold, seeking whatever warm spot she can find.  Whether it be curled up on another kitty, or on our laps or in front of a furnace vent. 

Recently, Zsazsa has discovered the Xbox.  In case you haven't heard, the Xbox 360 is prone to overheating.  So it's already warm enough.  I should've looked for the "falcon" version with the larger heatsink, but I didn't.  I figured I'd take my chances.

Tonight, Zsazsa snuck back there while we were watching a movie, and suddenly the xbox fan went into overdrive!  The fan went into this high whine and we got freaked out and turned it off.  We were worried about  the RED RING OF DEATH! 

Zsazsa is forbidden from playing with the Xbox.  No more warm snoozy spots for babycat. 

Last night I spent a couple of hours trying to trap the last kitten, who was with Momma Cat hanging around under the deck at my friend's house.  The last kitten was tricksy, though, so we put momma in a crate with some salmon, and then put the trap right next to her with some food in it.  When Momma finished her salmon, she gave a cry for the baby kitten to come join her, and he ran up, smelled the food in the trap, ran inside to check and BAMMO.   Kitten!   I took them both home last night. 

Today, Momma Cat, who I'm naming Jezebel, went to the SPCA to get spayed.  They made me pay for it because she's friendly and wasn't in the cat trap, which... whatever.  I went ahead and got her tested for everything and got her all the shots and stuff, too, because, well, whatever.  If I'm gonna pay for part of it, I might as well pay for all of it I guess. 

The kittens I got signed up with the rescue organization last night, and they are going to the vet today.  I think Thurman's bent paws are fixable with some physical therapy.  I've been working with him, massaging his paws, trying to get them to straighten out a little.  If nothing else, he thinks that is fun playtime.  All four kittens have eye infections.  I think one of the black ones, Houdini the escape artist, will probably need one of his eyes removed.  I don't know what I'll call the other black and white kitten.   I try to name kittens in batches so the shelter knows they're related?   But I dropped the ball this time by calling the big red kitten, "Big Red" and by naming Thurman, too.  I guess I could still change all of those.  I thought about calling them all by H names:  Houdini, Hank, Hal, Holden, etc.  I don't know.  Any suggestions, people? 

The kittens are pretty glad to have their momma back, and she is pretty glad to have them with her.  They are much more relaxed when she is around, and Houdini didn't try to escape once all night, which is amazing, because he can turn his head sideways and squeeze through the bars!  It is only a one-inch gap!  

Well, momcat is doing well, I let her free on Saturday and she took off like a gunshot, she couldn't have been happier to be free.  I saw her Sunday, and I've been feeding her in the same old location, hoping she brings the black kitten back to that spot, so I can trap the black kitten and work on taming it.  Momcat is staying well-fed, at least, so that'll help her heal from her surgery.  I hope she is keeping a low-profile, but who knows.  I am probably foolish to think that she would bring her kitten to be trapped.  She eats next to that trap but won't fall for MY tricksy human ways again!

The kittehs are doing pretty well.  They still hiss a little bit at me, but they have stopped spitting at me and trying to swat my hands.  They realize that the hands bring the delicious spoonfuls of all-meat pureed baby food, which they LOOOOOVE, so they tolerate my presence.  They are even venturing out into the other parts of the cage when I am not looking---they even ate a whole bowl of kitten kibble last night.  They are very skinny so I am encouraging them to eat as much as possible.   Today I picked them both up for a few minutes and held them in my lap and tried to get them to eat some baby food.  Gray tabby went for it, but orange wasn't having my bullshit.  They both were glad to get back into the cage, huddled in their corner.  Baby steps with the feral kittens, baby steps.  It is hard, because I want to cuddle them and kiss their (de-wormed) bellies, but obviously that will be a while.

Anyway, I set the trap again today for the last kitteh, I hope I catch him/her, but if not, I'll keep moving the trap around that area and hope that I just luck out.  Persistence (and wet food) is the key.

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