I am sorry for not posting sooner. Between recovering from the Wool Festival, having the Momma Cat and her Kittens here and shifting everyone around to make room for our Son-In_law, it's been pretty busy around Oleo Acres!
Nancy (K.), here are just a few of many of the photos we've been taking of the kittens, aka The Kitten Terror Squad. When I am down in the laundry room, I can hear what sounds like a herd of baby elephants running in the office above me. No elephants. Just the little pitter-patter of those tiny, sweet kitten feet - going full-bore all over the place!
They do occasionally take a break with their mother. Momma Cat has learned to jump over the gate we have across the door to keep the kittens in the office. Hang on, Mom! Just a couple more weeks until weaning! Then the search for homes for this little Squad will begin in earnest. We have really started putting out the word now and some friends are interested. I want to make sure they at least are weaned and have their first shots. If we keep them all until they are 12 weeks old, we'd be able to commence with spaying and neutering. I'm just not sure my allergies to cats will let me do that though.
Our other grown cats are really being so good about this mob of strange, noisy kittens being in THEIR house. The only problem is that Momma will try to attack the older residents here. I have clipped her nails, but hope the older ones will give her a lesson in manners. We all know she's just protecting her kittens. Little does she know that when they are weaned, she'll be taking a trip to the vet for some surgery. Yup...the wild and crazy days will be over for you, Momma. That's the price to live here. Just ask any of the other cats you've been chasing. :)
I love this last picture. I was walking by on my way to the bedroom when I spied these tired souls in my DH's chair. There are five kittens in that chair. (Click on picture to "Biggy-fy" it) He thought they wouldn't be able to jump that high yet. Ha, ha, ha! It took them about two minutes to figure it out.
As I write this blog, our SIL is on his way here to the Flagstaff Airport. He's been flying all day. Even though he was "bumped up" to Premiere Business Class from London to Denver, I know he'll be tired...so, hopefully, all these little ones playing with my feet and climbing up my pants-legs will be so tuckered out they won't make a peep until morning. Hang in there, Momma...there really is a light at the end of the tunnel!