Round and Round

Well its been a long time since I updated...again (no surprise there)

The Lucky Ones who were going to be heading to Melbourne on Friday got delayed until the following Monday. The four boys developed some nasty sneezing but no other signs. I worried about the girl's incision so I took her out for vet check along with Buster and one of the boys that had the runs...

Well round and round and round. (holds head)

I got some tablets to try help the worst one sneezing. He wasn't even at the check.

The one with the runs was given the 'keep an eye on' but was temperature fine and still fairly alert so rang no alarm bells to the vet.

After much worrying Buster cleared temperature check and toughed out his first injection like a big man. He's 700 grams and rising...he wont be here much longer. (very, very sad face).

And the girl. Oh boy. I did a full circle driving out the the shelter for the vet check and then back in town to the actual vet. Her incision was in fact badly infected and there was no antiseptic ointment to clean it up properly at the shelter and the tablets she was to be prescribed weren't there either. So off I trotted.

Within a matter of minutes it was decided by the amount of pus they got out of the incision that she would need putting back under and reopening to give it a full clean. It made a lot of sense as to why she was very lethargic, poor girl wasn't feeling so good.
So needless to say she had another overnight stay at the vet and would be picked up Saturday. She stopped being a lucky one and became her own foster group since she now would be missing the trip to Melbourne and be staying with me until her stitches were removed.

So...

The Lucky ones had no names. They literally left with no names. But for here and now because I like names here they are.

Grizzles - because originally he whined about having two roomies in his space.

In a moment of not grizzling

PingPong - Because this one endlessly tossed an orange ping pong ball in his water or food.

By far the best picture I have of this guy
when he wasn't hanging off my arm

Mr Sneezy (originally Grump) - He was put in with the girl kitten but after she returned from her second surgery I brought yet another cage in to keep them separate. He stopped being Grump and became Mr Sneezy.

Mr Sneezy, when he had a roommate.

Cruiz - this one is hard. He originally had the runs, was the one to keep an eye on but nothing else and he seemed quite happy with PingPong and Grizzles no matter what they were doing.

Little Cruiz

I really don't mind being Grizzles pillow ~ Cruiz

Thankfully their trip on Monday wasn't further delayed as I was going insane with Mr Sneezy, sneezing around 10 plus times in a row. He never showed any eye discharge or nose discharge and although he spent long periods sleeping he did occasionally pop out for a bite to eat. He sounded horrible though. Not sure if that was because of his 3 day course of tablets to loosen up the mucus or not though.

Say what? We're going where ~ Grizzles
Hey! down here lady! Look at me! ~ PingPong

The girl. Oh boy she's been called 'the girl' for way too long. I've been running out of ideas for tortie girls, she's around the 7th dark torti I've had this year and they're just not easy to name. Since her incision is now twice the size and has twice the amount of stitches a quirky name came to me. Lilo.

Welcome Lilo Stitches. (yes, named after the Disney movie Lilo & Stitch).

Lilo before her second surgery. Is much brighter now.

Not entirely sure how long she'll be here for, possibly longer than Buster even though she's older than him. It seems spay surgeries always bring trouble to me. Here's why.

History of troubles I've had with female cats and their spay surgery.

Missy (now a heading 4 year old indoor/outdoor cat of the family) took extra time recovering from her surgery that she had at 6 months old.
Missy isn't one to be held down no matter what and she licked it, or her brother licked it (Rosco) and then it got infected.
So this then entailed numerous trips to the vet, medication, bathing it and attempting to keep her away from it.
A hood ended up being out because one Rosco still licked it for her and two the cunning little B-word (a nickname she actually goes by) managed to use the edge of the hood to itch it. (exasperated face).
Eventually one of dads modified socks did the trick. She looked quite funny. When her stitches were finally out and she was given the all clear I think the entire family inwardly celebrated.

Missy was very close to Rosco her brother

Missy in her modified sock
(do you have any idea how hard it was to find this!)

The green is bandages under the sock.
Yes we were triple making sure it didn't get infected again.
(Was checked and bathed daily.)

Terra. My brother had to pick a girl kitten. Her spay surgery was done around 8 weeks when she was available for adoption. As it's known she never set foot back at the shelter. Her surgery was done in her side and with Leo around we worried he might bowl her over and pop the stitches.
One of my light weight socks was modified to look like a singlet and cover her little bare patch. It both stopped her licking - since she too didn't understand the hood and kept getting it off - and it kept the stitch site protected.

Terra sporting her sock

Terra walking fine with her sock.

The closest Leo let her sleep without them bickering.
(Gee she was tiny then)

Now with Lilo. (I pronounce it Leelo, but I guess it doesn't matter). After her first issue and her second surgery I decided to try the hood.
Nope, no matter how tight the material was to hold it on there was enough gap for her to stick her legs through right near her head and worry me to death about her snapping a leg or something. Plus with her small quarters she didn't quite understand how to lift her head to clear objects.
We got some clear mesh and my mother and I modified it to create a little 'sock' or coat for her that covered her stitches.
Despite it being ultra light it was apparently heavy enough to make her a little balance-woozy so she often took a few steps and flopped. It worked alright but by morning she'd always have it off again.

(Unfortunately no pictures as yet but will try to get some)

Little Buster.

What did you do to me! My floof is gone! ~ Buster
(He was a bit too overrun with fleas for my liking)

It seems in only a matter of days he's gone from a tiny weeny kitten to this nearing 800 gram ball of fur. I don't need to weigh him to know he's nearly 800 grams (he is hovering high 700's though) he's making enough trouble and showing enough attitude that I know he's nearly ready to leave. (Sad Face).

Playing with Dad. He does love a feisty kitten.

Gone are the days that he'd flop and purr under my chin. He's now full of energy and doesn't stop. For a few nights now we've cut off access to the hallway and kitchen and let him have free run of the dining room and lounge room. His antics are hilarious and he's just go, go, go. Buster loves to tell you everything so there's trills and chirps and meows while he's hooning around.

Yes, you can probably tell I'm quite smitten with this little dude. It will be hard to give him up, especially seeing that all my hard work to keep the Quads and Duo healthy failed when they returned. Alas, I cannot keep him either. Three permanent cats within the one household is more than enough and I'm pretty sure Leo would stop talking to me for good.

A recent picture of Leo, he's getting such a boof head now.
Don't you dare keep him ~ Leo

So, I'll have Lilo for a few more days and weeks. Buster will likely be returning on Friday or maybe the following Tuesday. Then it appears that there wont be any kittens in need of fostering. I'll have zero kittens. (starts running around screaming).

Adopt me please,
I'll cuddle temporarily unless I'm really tired then I'll tuck under your chin
I'll run around telling you of my adventures
I'll run up your legs
I'll rub around your feet
I'll come running to you if you call me and have food
I promise to do cute things forever
I mean...look at me ~ Buster