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Saturday, May 30th, 2015
9:13p - Bandita's Beauty's Kittens to Vet
7:00 am 50° (front porch)

Today Bandita's Beauty's litter got named.  As the vet worked on each one, I christened them... Most changed from what I thought I'd call them earlier.  The Spelunker-colored male became BB's Pale Face (mostly white face capped by yellow above the eyes/on the ears, who really impressed the vet - biggest, fattest, most timid/lethargic.  Then the mostly dark tortoise shell that I was calling One Spot got renamed BB's Orange Spot, the venturesome calico
BB's What Me Worried (for the comic look on her face that suits that monicker), and the "normal" tortoise shell is BB's Three Faced.  I'm not real fond of that name for her, but her pattern is so bland that nothing pops out.  She has more personality, but as one of the trio of holy terrors the girls are, I didn't come up with anything smashing on that front, either.  Until Mark came.

He'd brought a pine "spacer" to even out the warp we were getting from having left pieces sit unattached to the wall.  All four of the kittens were loose in the hallway, so I put them into the bathroom and shut the door.  One was missing, but I couldn't see into the back corner, so we thought she was back there, as it is pretty tough to hide in an empty hallway with book cases along one wall.
BB's Sleeper found a way.  She got on the second shelf up from the bottom, on top of a row of paperbacks, stretching out so that she was nearly invisible underneath the shelf.  She was there over an hour before we spotted her and locked her in with the others.

He still has not completed the "second" Friday's stack.  Promises, promises.  The kittens that were unborn when he told me "one a week, on Fridays" are now seven weeks old, with only one useable full case installed, and the bottom of the one next to it.  Sigh.

They are the only kittens here that are NOT SICK.  I didn't get a good scrub job on the crates, so I decided to take just the kittens in a box.  I used a vertical one with a handle, taking them in and out safely, then buying another crate at the hardware store on the corner.  (I was getting embarrassed.  Every time I went in there, I'd ask for something they didn't have.)


Saturday 5/30/15 Time/Temp/Weight
  9:35 220.4
2 # (old scale) 221.22 # (new scale) 68.9°(master bath) 61.7° (front porch)

Pizza, steakburger, velvet cake in town -- bet I gain tomorrow!


current mood: ambivalent

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9:49p - Pandemonium Hits Gamble's

So I went to Gambles after the kittens were done.  Nobody got sick, nobody "griped", only one, Orange Spot, squeaked when the needle went it (Lucus told me Monday when he did BS Freckles, Blackie's Cali and Blackie's One Eye that one of the shots could sting, but none of those reacted that day.)  The "real" small animal vet among the trio worked on them this time, and he set up four syringes with several different vaccines in each one, giving each kitten just one shot.

I got two dust pans, a sprinkler head for the long hose, three ugly fly swatters in clashing garrish colors, and a neat (heavy) solid wooden two cat sleeper tube coated in carpet, and a cat crate.

I took it out to the car, intending to transfer the kittens at once, as the box leaked What Me Worried on the trip in, leaving her loose on the leather seats... Driving around to the back of the store, which I was told was really the "front" when it came to loading heavy stuff, as Highway 2 is the front of the store, with a steep side parking lot that is wicked to negotiate on, I lifted up the box with the handle, only to have the bottom open up, dumping all four kittens, who have never been outside before, out on the paving.  Swooping down quickly, I got three of the four, stuffing them into the crate, but could not get Orange Spot before she dashed under the car.  The owner tried to move her toward me with a grabber, but she bolted from one side to the other, finally streaking over to the dumpster, behind it, tangling herself around a pallet leaning vertically against the next building's wall.  I used the grabber to reach for her as a friendly customer who had a way with cats tried to coax her to him.  It was five to ten heart stopping minutes of sheer pandemonium, involving both cashiers and three or four customers before she rejoined her litter mates.

If I had to do it all over again, I'd have gotten IN the car, shut the door, and at worst case, lost them in the vehicle, rather than outside.



current mood: relieved

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