Okay, now to kittens. Besides having Elsa's eight orange kittens, I split a litter of six orphaned kittens with another foster mom, Jen. There's an area in downtown St. Louis called Tent City, where tents were set up for homeless people. The city decided to closed it down, and animal control set about finding rescue groups to take the animals. This litter did have a mom, but she was so feral, they couldn't trap her. The kittens are about a week younger than Elsa's.
I met Jen and the six kittens at the vets a week ago. The kittens tested negative for feline leukemia and aids. The tech's made sure we knew that the calico and gray/white ones were not happy campers - evident by the hissing, spitting, biting and clawing from the carrier. Great. I told Jen if she took the black one and two others, I'd take the two spitters and one other. They spent the first five days at my house in a large crate calming down. The third day, I could put a washcloth over them and pick them up with just a little hissing and spitting. Day four we were cuddling and reading together. Day six, I put them in with Elsa and crew. By the end of that first day in Elsa's room, the new kids went from shy, scared hissers to playing with the orange gang, eating with them and even nursing on Elsa. It just made me all warm and fuzzy inside.
I prefer to use storage boxes as litter boxes. They're larger, taller, and have square corners that a scoop fits into. John cuts out the doors for me.
I also added some new beds. I'll get some new covers made for them soon. Much easier to wash a cover than the whole bed.
The current arrangement in the nursery. The cardboard box is their baby box and home for the first four weeks. I cut some of the top off, turned it upside down, and put a bed in it.
The round orange and blue things are track-ball toys. At three weeks old, the kittens figured out how they worked and how to play with them.
Elsa's kittens will be ready for adoption in two weeks! The new three will be ready in three weeks.