All Good Things Must Come To An End

I currently have one kitten...Lilo.

As promised I got a few snaps of her in her little protective coat although it seems her wound is fine without it now. I'll still have her until her stitches are out. She's quite the little love bug but shy at times.

Lilo in her coat

*everyone put on their sad face*

For someone so cute it was so hard to get a picture

Majority of potentially good photos has Buster's tongue poking out

Buster is no longer here, he was returned to the shelter weighing a whopping 880 grams. Sneaky little kitten has just stacked it on and on during the last week and transformed from a lethargic, semi adventurous fur ball into a full fledged terror.

I swear it looks like he's smiling here.

I admit he has been spoiled...just a bit. His new digs in the isolation room will be a nasty wake up call when no one comes running to him or lets him out to run. Hopefully he'll only be out there for a little while as they wanted to give the sale room one last disinfect before putting kittens out again. I'm for anything that might guarantee Buster doesn't exit with a needle.

Soaking up attention with Dad

So. Usually I'm quite happy to let kittens return when they're ready and he was ready. With kitten season beginning to fizzle out and my last batch of healthy kittens returning only to get sick I was a little reluctant to send him back.

No I wasn't imagining adopting him. That was never the case. I know long term Leo is 'my' cat and my only cat. I knew when Buster grew up he'd have a hell of a time with shedding, mats, bum-dags and all the other things long haired cats potentially mean.

Leo is short hair and he sheds like a long hair.

Leo focused on Buster zipping around the room

I would love if Buster found a home with someone I knew but alas I'll probably end up only knowing that he has a home - whenever that happens.

A few days before his departure we gave Buster another bath. We being my brother and I. I'd noticed his flea dirt had built up again and sifting through his fur there were way too many for me to track and catch. Once he was bathed and quite a few killed during that process we managed to pick another 20 plus parasites off him during the drying process.

Mid bath, all those black dots are fleas...can you count them all?

Buster is NOT impressed ~ Buster

It seems most of that effort was done in vain as the following day he still had some on him. Probably getting them from Leo and Terra as they go outside and roll in dirt and such.

Terra and Buster having mock fights

I'll miss this little guy, it was amazing seeing him go from near death with slim chance of survival to a normal fat and healthy little kitten.

Remember how little he was? (soon after he came home)

Farewell Buster.

Buster practicing his adoption plea
Pick Me! Pick Me! ~ Buster

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On a side note the kittens that made the journey to Melbourne, there is some good news for them.

Ping Pong has a home.

Grizzles has a home.

I don't currently have the status of the other two but I hold high hopes that they, too will get a great home.

Stay tuned I have a surprise for the next post.