Forget Teen Spirit, I smell like Kittens!

  Good morning! Shhhhh…..they’re sleeping so I snuck away to the computer. Oh PLEASE don’t let them wake up for at least half an hour. No, they’re not exactly babies. It’s far worse than that. They’re KITTENS!
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  I’m covered in formula, smell vaguely of pee, and haven’t really slept in days. Ive been unable to spend much time on-line or even find a minute to draw. And every time I try to take a nap? Either the phone or crying (or both) wake me. I feel like I’m a new mother all over again!
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Trying to write with a baby Coraline
on my lap. She was so CUTE!
  I talk frequently about living in the country. (YAY!) It really is my idea of paradise; trees, wild critters, and neighbors who aren’t close enough to see in your bedroom window.
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  But *deep sigh* there are some down sides too. Like, people never met a speed limit they didn’t know how to ignore and lots of places for a stupid cat to hide so no one notices she’s gone into her first heat, let alone gotten knocked up, until she’s the size of a beach ball. (And I had “the talk” with her about this stuff. I really did!)

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  Last year one of The Girl’s half-feral cats gifted us with a tiny kitten named Coraline. Then she abandoned her, leaving The Girl and I to finish the job of raising her. Yeah, well…Coraline would be the one who showed up HUGE and proceeded to pop out two adorable balls of fluff. 
I immortalized our sweet kitty
by adding her to the “cast”
on Totally Ranodm Shuffle.



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  And became one of the best kitty Moms ever!
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  She would also be the one who broke our hearts last week when The Oldest found her by the side of the road.

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  After we cried and cursed the stupid, speeding cars on their way home from 2nd shift factory jobs, the realization that we had a bigger problem slowly set in. Tubby and Lil’ Bit, two four-week-old kittens were now without a Mom…or a food supply…or someone to wash their behinds to make them facilitate.
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  Enter Mommy Chris and The Girl, armed with a kitten bottle, milk replacer, and a wash rag.
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Life was so much easier
when they slept in their nest.
  I’m MORE than pleased to report they’re doing great as a direct result of our tag-teaming efforts. The Oldest has even pitched in with his weird ability to lull cats into a quasi-hypnotic state, allowing him to comb and “pick” the fleas off their tiny little bodies, since they’re way too young for a chemical spray or bath.
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  For the first few days, they actually stayed in their kitten nest, cuddling with a teddy bear doing stand-in Mom duty. Then? They realized I was kind of a steady fixture on the comfy couch. (I’m adjusting to new meds and the vertigo is currently a BEE-YATCH!) By an unlucky coincidence, they also discovered they possess tiny claws that allow them to climb up the side of the same couch like flippin‘ Spiderman.

It’s like Kitten Flashdance!


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  Which brings you up to speed on how I became the new kitten nest and stand in Mommy, all in one fell swoop. *sigh*
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  This also explains why, even though I somehow came into possession of contraband glue, I haven’t made my dream Tinkerbel Tiara. Yet.
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  But they’ve gotta sleep sometime, right? And when they do…I’ll probably take a shower and be grateful for the momentary break in smelling like kittens.


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