Not my imagination …

… this fostering gig is work. I’ve said it before, but last night it was driven home again.

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Good thing they’re cute! Nature knows what she’s doing. (from left: Harris, Merida, Willow)

I got home from work after a detour to the vet for Hamish. He’s “not as sick as he looks” which is a huge relief. But he is sick. Antibiotics for everyone. And poor little dude had a scab on his butt that had pus under it so they cut it off. (Ed. note: Hamish showed immediate signs of improvement and this morning was running around. Not like the others, but still.) Then the fun of a typical evening began:

Once I get home, as Murphy, Jonesy, and Claire  “greet” me (demanding dinner) I have to unload the three kittens who were at work into the quarantine room. There I am swarmed by the three remaining kittens and Arabelle, also demanding dinner.

Go to the kitchen and prep for dinner; dishes, utensils, getting out the various foods that are being served — three kinds of wet food and formula (which has to be mixed up).

Then back to the quarantine room where:

  1. weigh six kittens and record their weights
  2. transfer weights to another sheet where I’m tracking their de-worming medications
  3. calculate de-worming medication doses according to weight — that means MATH.
  4. administer de-worming medication which is HATED (Elinor is the biggest drama queen about this! I should have recorded her “This stuff is GROSS dance.”)
  5. set up sheet to record antibiotic doses/days
  6. administer antibiotics; these are not hated quite as much, probably because they’re for human kids and sweet!
  7. clean up meds including droplets of spit out de-wormer
  8. clean up any accidents (tonight: 1 poop, 1 pee, and Claire pooped outside the box but on the tray; I suspect a case of “butt hanging over edge”)

Go back to kitchen and prepare dinners:

  • wet food, on separate dishes, for Murphy, Jonesy, Claire
  • wet food for Arabelle
  • slushie (formula and RC Babycat) for five kittens
  • straight formula and a separate dish of special food for Hamish

Serve dinners:

  • Jonesy on top of the bookshelf (Because I have a hard time keeping weight on him he has his own feeding station, up high, that the others can’t reach — in theory — with constant food. So far Murphy hasn’t been able to get up there. I think he’d need a ladder.)
  • Murphy and Claire on the floor, but separate
  • Arabelle on the desk in the quarantine room
  • five kittens on the floor in the quarantine room
  • Hamish, syringe-administered formula on the coffee table

Gather up all soiled bedding, carrier towel(s), cleaning cloths, feeding cloths and put on a load of laundry. (The BEST thing about my tiny condo: in-suite laundry!!!!)

When everyone is finished eating, gather up dirty dishes. Wash immediately or not, depending on mood and other plans. This night, as a special treat, Arabelle projectile-vomited her dinner back up. 😦  Will be discussing that with my foster coordinator.

Of course that list didn’t include litter boxes, which I usually do in the morning (along with all the breakfast rigmarole.)

Pour myself a drink!

 

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About Adventures in Cat Fostering

I am a cat fosterer for Toronto Cat Rescue. I also have two cats of my own, Jonesy, the black and white, and Murphy, the brown tabby, in the photo. Both were adopted from Toronto Cat Rescue.
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6 Responses to Not my imagination …

  1. Bella and Esme says:

    Wow – that’s a lot of work! Our humans are run ragged by the two of us and we counted at least 10 kitties in that blog! You are a super hero mum! X

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  2. Katie says:

    I’m exhausted just reading this!! We have been holding our breath waiting on an update on Hamish. Glad to hear he is on the mend. Did the vet give you a definitive indication of his age?

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    • Heather says:

      No, but I didn’t ask. When they asked me I said about four weeks and they seemed to think that was close. Poor little guy — they couldn’t get over how rough he looked and, like me, were surprised he wasn’t as sick as he looked. Especially that he had no fever!

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  3. Joanna K says:

    That is a crazy schedule! I find it hard with just two adult cats sometimes, so kudos to you!

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