She did come with a name — Kathy — but it’s changing to Cricket. Sorry, Jo, at RMP. Did you see her bouncing in that video yesterday? No doubt it’ll get changed again by her future adopter. As long as it’s not Snowball or Snowflake or the like. I may add a clause to the adoption contract. 😉
She’s about nine weeks old, almost 750g. And she’s a heterochromia kitty! One eye is bright blue and the other is green. You can kind of see here, especially if you enlarge it:
This adorable little ball of fluff has been at the vet’s for nearly two weeks. She had a cold and she’s been having issues with constipation. (Here we go again!!!) But the poor wee mite is so young I’m hoping all that will get sorted out as her system matures.
One of our amazing volunteer drivers picked her up from the vet and brought her to me Wednesday night. She had a little photo session in the lobby (Tammy and the driver) and then I took her up to get her settled. Less than 20 minutes after arrival I took all those pictures and the video from yesterday.
I knew right away she’d have to come to work with me; I’m not leaving anything that tiny by itself for 11 hours — even if she is happy to eat kibble. She needs proper meals more frequently than that. But the cold is a worry. So I wracked my brain and remembered I have one of those “magic bags” you heat up for sore muscles. So I heated that up and tucked it between layers of the thick towel in the carrier with her. Not that it was bitterly cold the next morning, but cold enough and too cold for her. Off we went with me clutching the carrier close for warmth and my ever-present fear of escape! When we got settled on the bus I stuck my hand in. The poor thing was cooking! (Though she didn’t seem to mind.) I made a couple of adjustments and after a few minutes she even moved away from the heat.
Everyone at work was smitten, of course. She didn’t get much play time with everyone wanting to hold her. (We have a big upheaval going on at work these days. Not bad, just a LOT of change, so it’s nice to have a little bit of furry blood pressure medicine!)
After Ella, I’d forgotten how … agile kittens can be. Even one as young as Cricket. She immediately scrambled up the kitten tree and she leaps off it in one jump! She jumped into the big blue recycling box in my office — and out again. Ella can run like the wind, but she likes to keep her feet on solid ground. Clearly, Cricket is a jumper!!