Whining through the Weekend

You may have already heard some of the news in our introduction on Facebook.  Please bear with us while we catch everyone up.  You also might learn an extra thing or two ;-)

If I told you that I finally broke down and bought a new carpet cleaner in addition to doing roughly 103 loads of laundry this weekend, would that give you a clue to how our weekend went here in Teeny Tiny Tabby Town?  I.am.exhausted.  

Please excuse me if I whine a little bit while recounting our news.  Before we get started, I promise that we're all okie-dokey... but it's been a lulu of a weekend (makes mental notes to remember to name Lulu for a future litter)

On Friday afternoon, our Adams litter was back to the misadventures in the litter box.  I decided it was time to get to the vet before the weekend struck.

Diagnosis: Diarrhea (Hey, I already knew that!)  The vet prescribed a lovely brown liquid... one full milliliter, twice a day.  She said I could just dose the kittens with the issue, but YOU try figuring out which one of the five to leave out in a shared box.  At least one kitten has confided that she would rather have diarrhea than take that swill again.    

**I truly wish that I could get a shot of Cruz whilst taking his medication.  He leans back, goes completely stiff, acts deader than the proverbial door nail, and forces that lovely brown liquid to seep back out through his tightly clenched gums.  He's just a bit dramatic.

Also: Upper Respiratory (Yeah, yeah, yeah, goopy eye... I saw you)  Bentley and Shelby get to chase their brown tonic with 0.2 milliliters of Clavamox.  They're already looking nearly perfect.

And (this is where I start to lose it) fleas.  Yup.  No idea how or where the cross-contamination occurred.  Each kitten had a handful of hitchhikers.  

Made all the worse when you recall that this precious scene happened mere days ago*.

We made a quick trek for home for baths with Pert Plus and an application of Frontline.

**The permanent residents are on routine Frontline monthly, but may or may not have been a week overdue when this development came to light.  Rather than worry about (or stress over) checking everyone, Frontline was dispensed immediately upon returning home.  So if my big guys were in danger, they're not any longer.  Mother Jefferson had a dose before I brought her home and the babies are clean.  But while they may be protected, my house was not.

I've been washing everything that will fit in my washing machine with hot water this weekend.  The rest of it got a visit from my new Bissell carpet cleaner.  I **think** we're in the clear now.  But I shall refuse to admit to it lest fate prove to have a wicked sense of humor.

But it's just SO difficult to be irritated when they are so stinking cute.

Our kittens have decided that their kibble dishes should be cleared before nap time.

How else are they going to fit in the little serving areas?

Let it be known that on Monday morning the little monsters were sitting in the chip and dip platter and eating the kibble off the floor.  

By the way, we can't see Bentley.  Please play along.

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Other Fun Facts

**The kittens are 8 weeks old this week, making them blissfully close to adoption-ready.  They will have their vaccines early next week and then move on to the next step.  Not sure where or when that step will occur, so I'm just going to enjoy them while I can.

**Weighty matters... I finally got my hands on their health certificates so I could see how much our munchkins have grown.  Let's compare their growth in a single month:

Hudson     (8/14) 14 oz     (9/14) 1 lb, 8 oz

Cruz     (8/14) 14 oz     (9/14) 1 lb, 11 oz

Shelby     (8/14) 11 oz     (8/14) 1 lb, 11 oz

Malibu     (8/14) 11 oz     (9/14) 1 lb, 13 oz

Bentley     (8/14) 1 lb 2 oz     (9/14) 2 lb, 1 oz

**Two of our Jefferson kittens have eyes full of yellow gunk which seals their eyelids shut.  Under instructions to give their eyes saline baths and keep watch until Monday... when   I will be calling the vet to get things settled.

**I have a spot of ringworm (and Norman might, too).  He has a bald spot on his face, which happens to coincide with the angry red spot on my calf where he rests his face at night.  AGR!  I have so been there, done that.  Not freaking out... I will heal much more quickly than the Washington kittens and so will he.  Although I'm betting I'm better first since I choose to leave the medication on instead of licking it off.  Debating yet another trip to the vet.  I do believe all of our kitties could drive themselves there if need be.

**There are days when I say that I am done doing this.  Sunday was one of them.  Here's to a better Monday.

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Let's check in with Jeffersons.   Can you believe Monday marks their 2 week old birthday?

Clay at 2 weeks old, notice the yellow gunk underneath his eye.  Apparently yellow gunk could be used in place of super glue in case of natural disaster.

"Clay KNEW those eyeballs should have stayed shut!"

Willie Rae also has one uncooperative eyeball.

"Willie Rae was just celebrating 'Squint Like a Pirate' day.  She learned all about it on Facebook."

Big baby Florence isn't so sure she likes those hands touching her.

But she makes a pretty picture regardless.

Chunky Monkey Lionel, the big round teddy bear of a kitten, looks for his mama to come to his rescue.

"Why, Mama?  Why does Lionel have to let this other lady hold him?"

Roxie made quite the fuss during her portrait session.

Did I mention that our toothless wonder is also the drama queen of the group?

 Her mama did come to investigate Roxie's complaints, but merely told her to knock it off.

Look at her ears changing colors!  Her ears, toes, nose, and tail are all developing a healthy shade of gray.