Well, according to the dot/dash method, I was wrong with the sex of a couple of the kittens. Now I think we have four girls and only one boy (Linden). Holy smokes … do you know how many kittens that would be if we didn’t intervene??
I also think Linden may have an umbilical hernia; minor, but still. He’s the only one whose umbilical cord hasn’t fallen off. And there seems to be a bit of swelling. I’ll keep an eye on it. It isn’t usually a big problem and would normally be fixed when he has his neuter surgery.
Percy is settling in well. He’s still a little nervous and can be quite vocal at times. But he loves being petted and is eating well — most of the time. Apparently he doesn’t like the same food for two meals in a row! He’s also getting half a pill a day now. For a cat who doesn’t want to be held, that’s a challenge. But he was soooo good. I put it in a piece of chicken and down it went. I won’t be able to do that everyday, so I’ll get some Pill Pockets and hope they work. And once again he was so good for his fluids; not even a flinch when the needle went in and he just sat quietly for the treatment.
We had quite a few visitors over the weekend and both Oprah and Percy enjoyed it. I can’t get over how completely unconcerned Oprah is with people handling her babies. It’s great — so good for the kittens! On Friday Tammy and Skye were working so they came for a visit. Skye hadn’t been close to the kittens before — had only peered at them through the window. She was smitten. 😉 On Friday afternoon fellow foster Amanda came to enjoy them. On Saturday my friend Stephanie and her daughter, Tessa, were in the neighbourhood and called to see if they could stop by.
Then on Sunday one of my neighbours, Kelly, came to see them. She’d been wanting to see them since she’d heard they were born. She’s a HUGE cat person but has never seen kittens this young before.
Percy was polite with everyone and usually would give a purr but he was also content to just stay in the bathroom. I kept his door open most of Sunday. He came out a couple to times to have a peek, but isn’t keen to explore yet. I suppose it doesn’t help that his first foray resulted in a protective mama tantrum from Oprah. She’s was locked in her room, but she slammed into the door and hissed at him. Poor guy. And of course the resident cats aren’t terribly welcoming, though at least they haven’t been actively mean to him.