It has been a very long time since I have pubished anything. So much has happened in the last little while that's it's a miracle I've been able to retain my sanity. It will probably be several entries to catch up to date.
I suppose I will begin with the latest event. It appears as though we will be getting a cat. Those who know me can testify that I am not a feline type of person. I don't like cats. They are pretentious and moody. They also smell terribly. If anything is a testament as to how much I will do for my daughter, it is allowing her to have this pet.
It all started when the neighbour cat got loose. Naturally when she came back home she was expecting. The neighbour asked if I would like one of the kittens and for two months I steadfastly refused. I didn't want to have to take on the burden of owning a pet just because sombody else's got out. Also, this cat and myself have a tumultuous relationship. We dislike each other immensely.
The other night at about 10:30 p.m. I received a frantic phone call from the neigbour telling me the cat was queening. Neither the cat nor its owner had any idea as to how to cope with this situation, which meant I was in for a long night. Little did I realize to what extent. This process only wrapped up at around 5:30 a.m. and I had spent that time running back and forth between my house and theirs. When all was said and done there were six kittens born.
The only problem was mom. She is a young cat who acted much like a disconnected teenaged mother. She panicked and completely ignored her young, refusing to clean them off or give them any stimulation. To give her some benifit of the doubt, she had a terrible delivery with 3 out of six being breech, and one getting stuck. But still she almost bit one and left the other to suffocate in its membranes. Thus I found myself suddenly thrust into the role of feline midwife. Gross. I cleared airways and dried them off, rubbed the daylights out of them to get their circulation moving, and in the end all survived. They are still tiny and mom needs help nursing but I think they'll be okay.
Anyway the one that worried me most was the runt of the litter. He had an awful time at the start. He couldn't breath well and spent the first several hours gasping. I didn't think he was going to pull through and spent considerable time trying to get him going. He's alright now and we have a kinship now.
I told the neighbour that it was not for certain by any means, but if I would be taking one home it would most definitely be the runt. She told me that I had earned him. I took Camryn to have a peek at the kittens later that first day. She took a shine to the runt right away and was told she could name him. Without knowing anything about what happened to him she came to the name "Lucky". It was fitting to say the least.
When we got home she calmly told me she would love to have a kitten. I told her the story of Lucky and that we may be giving him a home. Of course she went ballistic. She was so happy. So I guess it has pretty well been decided. Provided she is willing take on some of the responsibility of looking after him, she can have her kitten.
He really is cute though. He has a handsome little tiger looking face. He's white but looks to be getting some grey in his colouring. His fur come down into a little heart shape on his pink nose. And he is picking up a little weight, he was 80 grams when we scaled him last. He drinks 2 ml. of formula at each supplement feeding, about every 3-4 hours. He's getting a little feisty, batting the others around when he's jockeying for milk. But he has a cuddly side too and can often be found tucked under his mothers arm. Cutie. I'll post a picture of him in a day or two, so you can see.
