Calories burned wrestling kittens

cmriverside

Baby gates. Foiled again.

NorthCascades

We're trying not to let anybody nurse right now, but I let Pixie out of the bedroom this morning and while I was keeping one from falling off the book shelf the rest got to her. She seemed satisfied after, she checked on them, hugged them, bathed them, gave them some food, and then went back to bed.

AnnPT77

" . . . while I was keeping one from falling off the book shelf the rest got to her."

Oh, the places they go . . . and fall off from. It's a good thing they're pretty resilient!

So cute, too. And the expression on Pixie's face, in those nursing photos - LOL!

NorthCascades

Speaking of kittens in the book shelves...

NorthCascades

AnnPT77 wrote: »

" . . . while I was keeping one from falling off the book shelf the rest got to her."

Oh, the places they go . . . and fall off from. It's a good thing they're pretty resilient!

So cute, too. And the expression on Pixie's face, in those nursing photos - LOL!

She's on an opiate for pain, so part of that goofy look is probably from being loopy. The vet said it's not dangerous for them to nurse because so little of the drug will make it into her milk. I've just been trying not to let them nurse because I don't want claws and teeth near her belly until she's healed. Poor girl. She's three and a half.

They shaved her belly, the fur is starting to grow back and kind of looks like an ape at this point.

Edit to add: these are the powerful kittens from the other thread that killed my Garmin. New one arrived last week, I'm so happy to have it. But delighted to have kittens.

AnnPT77

My last (probably final) batch of cats were two tiny kittens, raised by their feral mother in our decrepit garage. We didn't even know the little family was there, until the two babies got big enough to go adventuring, at which point we captured them. (Tried to capture mom, too - couldn't.) They were just barely old enough to get along without mom, tiny palm-sized fluffs with pointy little tails who more like bounced than walked. Charming!

Why am I telling you this? Bookshelves.

Because they'd been feral, we had to socialize them . . . persuasively, persistently. They liked to sneak away and hide. One day, we completely lost them, somewhere in the house (we hoped). Looked everwhere (we thought). Oh no!

After a time, there was a "clunk" from the kitchen. A cookbook was on the floor. One tiny fluff was behind the books on the shelf, had stretched, pushed the book off the shelf. Her tiny sister was on top of the books on the lowest shelf - maybe a two inch high space? - all stretched out and sleeping, out of sight to the people-height searching.

They outlived my husband, and for a while there I thought they'd outlive me. The one that lived the longest was, IIRC, 19. This is Fflur, the longer-lived sister, in a "kitty garage" space by my bed.

NorthCascades

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