The Events Of The Last Few Weeks

So far no more of my previous 6 black kittens have found a home and the other four S's - Sherlock, Suess, Sierra and Salem are all still wandering the rooms as well. Yoda is also still running around the corner kitten room.

Bieber did have a home but it so far seems to have fallen through.

Getting so big but no better at keeping his fur clean

Mac reached her weight and would be bouncing around in her new home by now.

Night before she left she began licking me. I think it was her thank yous and goodbyes

The five blacks named by my friend Connie (that now have a title name of 'Connies') have all passed sales check and could return whenever there is more room available.

Would have been an epic group picture but we're missing one

Too crowded over there ~ (I think it's Athena)

Since kitten season seems to be ending I'm in no hurry to send them all back.

Tash and Cleo are moving ahead in leaps and bounds but still comically look much smaller than their actual age. I think its all fur. They no longer feel skinny when you pick them up. All ribs and spine now have at least a bit of fat covering them. Both girls put on their big girl pants and had their first vaccination this week.

Just looking cute and chilling

Tash's home is still firmly in place with her new mother patiently waiting for the moment she reaches just over 800 grams. It will be so nice to keep in touch with this furry little bundle.

Getting so pretty, pity that the stains on her face wont come out.

Sadly I also had two other foster kittens this week that I had for a much shorter period of time than I would have preferred.

I never managed to get a picture of them which will forever haunt me.

Tess a fluffy tabby a bit like Bieber and Shadow another black girl kitten were seriously underweight. While Tess was just breaking the 600 she was bony and her siblings had all been more towards the 800 grams.
Shadow was a pitiful 400 something grams and was very light.

The two kittens were very fearful of human interaction and I feel that the stress they were putting themselves through and their low weight dropped their immune system enough to contract a flu type illness.

Neither kitten was suffering to the point of not eating, in fact they had actually done a bit of gaining but the odds were against them.

If they hadn't been so underweight then maybe they would have been put on medication but the vet did decide to let them go.

I wish I'd had more time with them, taught them that people aren't so bad. I wish I could have fattened them up and brought them out of their shells.

At the same time the shelter has done incredibly well about not getting a flu epidemic with the amount of cats we've had through this season. The risk of Tess's sneezing being some highly contagious flu virus and putting all the healthy cats at risk meant the only way to stop it moving on was to stop it in its tracks.

If the vet hadn't taken the choice out of my hands I would be in a tough spot. On one hand  I would want to medicate and give them the best chance at recovery. On the other hand I had seven kittens, one of those with a home waiting that were fully healthy and affectionate and taking home sick kittens would mean dire consequences and potentially all getting sick.

So I'm left with the comfort that for at least two days the kittens knew love. They had full bellies. They had room to stretch their legs, toys to play with and a hot water bottle to curl up on if they pleased.

This world was not meant for them and I hope they're enjoying a carefree and happy second life upstairs.