43, 22 March
I have to catch them sleeping in order to have any chance of weighing
them. They're just too wiggly otherwise. This was what happened
tonight when I attempted to weigh them while they were just too
wakeful. In the end I had to abandon it and try again once they'd
gone to bed for the night.
44, 23 March
were stretched out asleep with Missie, but the flash disturbed
them, and chaos ensued.
45, 24 March
one's for Jenni - it's Cochese.
46, 25 March
just said goodbye to the first potential 'parents' to visit the
litter. Cochese was so excited that she tore around the room,
showed off her climbing and jumping skills, demonstrated the working
of all the toys, and attacked and killed several stuffed mice.
For some strange reason this seemed to endear her to the visitors,
who confessed that they liked her best! I would have been happier
if she'd demonstrated her EATING skills, as she seems to have
regressed a bit in the last few days! However, she's still gaining
weight at the same rate as the others, so I don't think I need
47, 26 March
visitor today: unfortunately I'd just stuffed their faces with
raw rabbit and they were determined to sleep it off, so were completely
inert - except for Cochese, who went right into her routine! One
great outcome of the visit is that I now have the best possible
'real' name for Mudpie: henceforth he will be known as Moriarty,
and it certainly suits him!
48, 27 March
lack of interest in food today: it will be interesting to see
if they have managed to keep up their weight-gain. I may have
to remove their favourite sleeping place, the hammock over the
radiator: they have discovered how to get inside it - unfortunately
they haven't worked out how to get out yet, and I've spent quite
a lot of the day responding to piteous cries from someone who
woke up and found themselves stuck in a fleece bag!
may look sweet and cuddly most of the time, but those claws are
designed to mean business. Even the gentlest cat comes with claws,
and they're there to save him from falling and to defend himself
if he is in danger. In the USA, 'declawing' is common. This is
not simply the removal of the claw, as that will grow back. The
entire top joint of the 'finger' is cut off with clippers, resulting
in remorseless agony for the cat who is forced to walk on deliberately
mutilated feet until the injury can heal. How can someone say
they love their cat when they've done that to it? Fortunately
this is not practised in the UK, and it is completely unnecessary.
I provide my cats with ample scratching posts for stropping, and
trim the sharp points of their claws with nail clippers, which
is completely painless and harmless to the cat and the claw (which
will grow back just the same way our fingernails do). If you don't
want a pet with claws, don't buy a cat.
49, 28 March
off their food, but not showing any bad signs! They do tend to
eat in waves, and a few days of limited appetite is normal. Another
week has gone by, so I have to do four portraits again. (PS: Hmmmm,
seems they were holding out for the cooked chicken!)