I have a surprising new assistant helping me with the foster kitties.
We’ve discovered that Otis simply loves the kittens. All our foster cats/kittens usually live out on the sunporch. We haven’t added furniture or renovated the area because we need to replace the supporting posts (one is rotting) and possibly the windows (which are sagging, but once the posts are replaced that problem may correct itself).
So with its carpeting-that-can-be-ruined (because we’re getting rid of it anyway) and its wall-to-wall windows with wide sills that overlook our back patio, the neighbor’s pool, and the parking lot/lawn tables of the ice cream store, it is a perfect cat porch. Lots of entertainment, sunshine to lounge in, space to run, and no one minds if they make a mess.
The last few days, though, the temperatures reached into the 90s and the cat porch became a cat oven. I moved the kittens into a large dog crate in my office. For a while, I kept Otis (and Fanny) out with a baby gate at the door, but I finally relented and that’s when I discovered Otis’ obsession.
In his mind, they are his kitties. When Fanny tries to check them out, he body-blocks her to keep her away from them. Then he spends his entire day alternately playing with them (they bat his nose and he wiggles in excitement and jumps into play pose), lying beside the crate, or lounging on the bed watching them. No longer does he prowl the house looking for errant crumbs.
Twain is his best playmate; the two have what amounts to love fests all day long (until Twain gets tired and has to take a nap).
Hemingway will occasionally give Otis a few minutes, but mostly because he just wants out of the crate. Poe ignores Otis, and Harper watches him wide-eyed.
The kittens are getting more active and growing. When they are two pounds they can be spayed/neutered and adopted. Hemingway is nearly there and Twain isn’t far behind him. Poe just topped a pound, but Harper has yet to even reach a pound. We’ve been battling worms and this week it finally feels like we’ve turned a corner as everyone’s weight went up (and not down) for two days.
It’s been fun watching them turn from babies into tiny cats – complete with claws and confidence. They love attention and climb my legs to get to me. They’re wrestling matches have become quite verbal and sound downright mean. It reminds me of puppies when they find their voice and the battles get loud.
I think I’ll enjoy fostering kittens this summer, and I know Otis will. Ian suggested I needed to get Otis his own cat, but I think it will be more fun for him to enjoy a steady stream of new playmates.
Keeping one would make it harder to save more. We won’t be foster failing with kittens (famous last words), but Addie is intent on adopting one and I’m steering her towards the one I wouldn’t mind having as my own (since that would be a real possibility, at least temporarily, with my globe-trotting daughter).
On Monday I head out on shelter tour and Ian will be in charge of the kittens. He’s a wonderful photographer and I’ve tasked him with getting new photos to go on Petfinder. Hopefully, I’ll share those with you but it’s unlikely you’ll see a post on this blog next week.
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