so, i have some news i've been holding out on telling you, friendslist.
so, the weekend of the 12th we went up to MA to see family and stuff & things. we stopped at my grandmother's, as we usually do, and we sat out on her porch (she has a log cabin). while sitting, we played with 3 little kittens that had taken up residence on her porch. we'd met them before, but they were looking a bit more raggedy this time: one had goopy eyes, another had bad ear mites, they all had fleas, and significantly poopy bottoms from some tiny-kitty diarrhea. lovely, right?
and we figured, why have hearts if they don't bleed, so we bathed the wee little kitties with some baby shampoo left at my grandmother's probably since i was a baby, packed them in a box, and set off for home. which, if you're not keeping track is about 3 hours from MA. and wee little kitties were hungry, confused, their bellies hurt, and that all made them YOWL the whole way. it was a grand ride.
then we got home. well, after picking up some wee little kitty provisions and stopping off to see friends briefly and those sorts of things.
things went alright, once we got here. we set up an area for them in the bathroom, in their box. we fed them, and watered them, and made a plan for calling the vet on monday morning (as their little heiney's were sore and more than a little yucky). monday, they went to the vet, were pronounced cute as all hell, and given piles of kitty pharmaceuticals: abx (metronidazole, which i LOL at because when i spoke to the vet about it she said i'd have to keep them off the booze), ear drops for the mites, eye drops for the conjunctivitis, and a second dose of wormer to take in a few weeks.
and once they started in with the drugs, they seemed to feel very much better. we let them out of the bathroom (who're we kidding, they started climbing out of the box, so we had to do something, and something turned out to be barricading off part of the living room for them), and they jumped and played and allsuch. madge has done alright with them, and is even playing with them a bit these days. bubber ... not so much. photographic evidence to follow, but suffice it to say, he's bitten both jason and i more than once.
ok, you haven't read any of this anyway, you're already squee-ing at photos, so ... on to the photos!
this is all 3 of them
oh, i haven't told you the best part: their names. from left to right here, we have Gizmo, The Dude (you saw The Big Lebowski, right?) and Chuck Norris. yes, the vet laughs at me.
sometimes they try to jump on the camera
this is pretty much how madge spent their first few days here
watching from above
they also eat. like wee little piggles, they do
(that's Chuck Norris)
and they sleep
kind of alot, but that's because they're wee. the vet says probably just about 4 weeks now. at their visit last monday, they weighed 14oz (Chuck), 13oz (Giz), and 10oz (The Dude)
this has pretty much been Bubber's reaction
which makes Chuck Norris concerned
or maybe that was the bath. whatever ...
The Dude couldn't give two shits about most anything
including being held upside down
he also sleeps sitting perfectly upright
(apologies for the fuzzy picture)
in every photo of him, Gizmo is looking straight at the camera
he's a curious sort
ok, peekture time over.
so, those are the new fuzzies. the idea is that we're taking care of them and getting them healthy and rehoming them, because insane as we are, we don't need 5 cats in a 1-bedroom apartment that we're really not in very often at all. know anyone in our area who needs a bit of fuzz?