Sweet Fae is a really good mom. I don’t think she’s very smart (it has to be said) but she is a devoted mom and a super affectionate with people. I can’t get good photos of her because whenever I go in she just wants to be petted!
She had a “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day” on Friday. There was work being done in my building — noisy work. And from about noon on there was a very loud machine right outside in the hallway. By about 3pm it was our turn; I bundled Fae, Fern & Flynn into one carrier and the orphans in another. (Murphy and Jonesy were left to fend for themselves*, hiding in the closet.) I tried to take everyone down to our party room — which would have been quiet — but it was closed. So we had to spend our hour in the lobby. Not that our building is busy, but it was daytime and there was quite a bit of coming and going. Poor Fae was very scared. When we got home again, she wouldn’t eat her supper. Sometime that evening she peed just outside the box, so either she was hanging over the edge or she just didn’t quite make it. The next morning, she’d vomited. And that night, Fern (the biggest) had lost a little weight and Flynn had barely gained anything. I was hoping it was the stress and not something more serious. I gave her a few small meals on Saturday and tried to visit a bit more for cuddles. Sunday morning she wolfed down her breakfast and in the afternoon — for the first time ever — I saw her playing!! I was so excited. She was tossing around one of the springs and then carrying it around. And, the kittens both had good gains that night. Whew.
I still worry that Fae is too thin, but she’s eating again and the kittens are thriving. That’ll have to do for now.
*I know my boys are confident enough to recover from something like this. I don’t want to traumatize fosters with it though.