In May of 2005, we decided we should try fostering kittens, to ease the pain of the loss of one of our cats. We lost Pepper on a Saturday, and 3 days later, we got a call that there was a litter of 6 orange tabbies that needed a foster home. That was when it all began. The title may make you scratch your head, but I was always amazed at the amount of noise these tiny little kittens can make when they are playing. From the living room, it does indeed sound like we have elephants upstairs.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The day after
Well, everyone seems to be back on track. Everyone has gained weight, everyone is eating, no more eye goop. I am still a little concerned about Robyn. She eats like there is no tomorrow, and doesn't play like the rest of them. Of course, how can she, with that belly! I weighed her while she was eating, and she was at 1.11 7/8 lb. After she finished eating and drinking, she climbed up on the scale on her own, and she was at 1.12 3/4! Holy smokes!
They are on antibiotics for 8 more days, and panacur, a dewormer, for 3 more days. They hate it. They squirm and fight to get away when they know what's coming. At least they forget quickly. As long as I pick 'em up again and give them some love, all is forgiven.
I promise to take more photos tomorrow!
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