A Kitten Update

Blink, who you probably remember from yesterday is A-OK. His littermate is also going to be fine.

She had a lot of raw looking skin between her gums and chin on her lower jaw; but it turns out that she injured herself, rather than it being symptoms of illness. The vet was able to pull her back together again, and now she’s looking adorable instead of scary. She’s been sutured together for now; so hopefully she’ll heal up nicely. She’s been named Gaz.

Kitty!

This is Blink.

He, and his litter mate sorta-kinda found us today. They’re strays that were living in the carpark at Queens Wharf.

Cyrus and myself had been wandering into town, and stopped off behind shed 7 to see if any of the strays were hanging around; and bumped into a couple of people who look out for the strays. She asked if we’d like a kitten to look after, and after a brief hesitation; we found ourselves with two little black cats.

We’re keeping them away from Little Missy until they’ve been cleared by the vet; and with any luck, everyone will get along fine. (Blink seems to be in pretty good condition all things considered; but his littermate has badness happening to his lower lip. Will have to see if it’s something that can be cleared up with a course of steroids/antibiotics.)

Well Then.

All birthday celebrations have been officially cancelled; since one of the cats (Pixel. The blue guy.) had an argument with a car, and lost.

And so our curse of cat ownership continues. Last year saw Cyrus’s cat Loki die; the year before, our first joint kitten Samael.

Zee Cats Are Ridiculous

This morning, bright and early at seven; the cats were running around. Making a lot of noise. Crashing into things. Needless to say, this woke us up. A short time later, we were drifting back off to sleep; when a certain little cat started growling really loudly at the end of our bed.

This isn’t that strange in, and of itself. This particular little spotted cat will often growl loudly when she has to share her toys with her cat-brother.

When the growling kept going; we got up and had a look.

There wasn’t a toy and there wasn’t a cat brother.

She was growling at a bird.

At this point, it’s worth mentioning that the cats are stuck inside, so don’t have access to outdoors. This means that the bird must have either flown in through a window. Or fallen through the manhole up into our ceiling space. Either way; the bird made a critical error.

Our looking disturbed the pair of them; and off the bird flew, and off the cat went to follow.

The bird, ended up hiding behind a suitcase; out of the cats reach. That wasn’t going to stop her, however. There was much scratching as she tried to reach the bird.

It would seem, however, that she gave up in disgust and left the bird alone – for when we clambered out of bed at about ten, ready to pick up little bits of bird and feathers; the bird was still hiding behind the suitcase being extremely quiet.

A short while later; the bird made a bid for freedom, and discovered glass. We came to its rescue, though; and the bird was last seen flying off into the distance.

Silly cats. Surely they must have realised that there were meaty treats inside the little feather package; and I’m not too sure what little miss was trying to achieve by growling at the bird. I’m sure she has her reasons.