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There are at least two kittens. I have dubbed them Squeak Toy and Pipes. They are right under the master bathroom. Their voices are rather distinguishable. They started up at 5am and haven't stopped yet....

ETA: Wonderful Husband's coworker thinks they may've been abandoned. Reading online, that begins to sound increasingly likely. And it's way too cold under the house for them. F*CK. If they're still alive when we get home, under the house we likely go, and Wonderful Husband's coworker will be bringing in a trap tomorrow for him to use to try to catch Basement. Ittybitty kittens require constant care, and we're leaving for four days on Thursday. DBLF*CK.
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Wonderful Husband and his father fixed our dryer. Yay!

And a bit later I noticed the kitten mewing was coming from a different area of the house. Curious, I donned overalls and went down, thinking perhaps this meant the bitty felines were old enough to be moving around on their own.

Well, looks like they aren't. Looks like they were probably born this week, in fact. Way too young to be separated from their mama. Looks like Basement is their mama and has moved them to a different area, probably to get them away from the dryer repair noise.

Did not go very near. Not even near enough to count them. Retreated. Hoping she won't move them elsewhere.

F*CK

May. 21st, 2011 07:16 pm
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To water my kitchen garden today, I went to the faucet and stopped.

The faucet which is right by the house. Specifically right by one of the crawlspace vents.

A shrill piping "mew! mew! mew!" greeted my ear.

We can't get to that corner of the house via the crawlspace; access is blocked off by underhouse pipes, so we cannot crawl down there with a basket and pop kittens into it. And we obviously can't attempt to block off the remaining access by the water heater until the kittens are big enough to either leave or be trapped.

And we have another litter of feral kittens to somehow deal with, dammit.
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This afternoon Wonderful Husband and I captured three of the kittens. Two got away and the sixth one... dunno. Maybe out with its mom? Currently the three we do have are in the bathroom, with the cat carrier padded with a folded towel, a dish of food, another of water, and a lasagna pan filled with kitty litter. They're all still huddled in the back of the carrier, but are handleable. My dad's going to take the one my sister dubbed Cupcake, and then I'll be dropping the other two off at the shelter. One of them seems to have an eye infection, so before I release them to the shelter I'll be asking pointedly to be sure that'll get treated and not be used as an excuse to put the kitten down. It's probably okay, but I want to be sure.

So, three down, possibly still three to go!
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My sister called me during my drive to work to let me know that one of her classmates would like to take one of the kittens. The little black one in the last picture here.

(Yes, kitten pictures.) ^_^

EDIT: Frackin'.... The mama cat moved them again between yesterday evening and noonish today and I can't find them. They're not between the two fences so either they're gone from our property entirely or are up in one of the trees or under the house.
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Watching Greystoke and her contortions into what I would find awkward angles in order to feed her brood of six squirmy little offspring, I find a new appreciation for the term "catnaps." Because damn but I'm sure that's all she's getting.

(This almost makes me feel sympathy for Nadya Suleman, but not really.)
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Got home today and looked out the sliding glass door into the backyard, where one of the feral kitties (gray/white tuxedo one I've dubbed "Greystoke") has been lying in the leaves under the bougainvilla for the past few days. I'd thought she'd maybe just been feeling sick and hoping she'd get better. I should have remembered that cats never show they're sick if they can help it. Because now I have confirmation that Greystoke is a she.

Yes, kittens.

Six black-and-white day-old kittens in her little budoir under the bougainvilla.

I can kidnap them from her easily enough, that's not a problem. She skedaddles once I get within five feet of her. The problem is that I can't take care of kittens that young. I have a day job, and my heating pad's with a coworker for the kittens she's fostering anyway.

So I guess I start calling around about fostering organizations tomorrow... and hope Greystoke gets her feral behind back to that puddle of kittens before they get too cold.

At least she didn't have them under the house.
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At least this time they're not strays...?

The last two times we've had kittens at work, they've been the result of the neighborhood strays spawning in the backyard of the house next to our building. The first time, one of my coworkers ended up adopting the two kittens. The second time, I took them home and one ended up with my parents, two with [livejournal.com profile] racerxmachina and [livejournal.com profile] roseembolism, and wee little Ash died. After that bout of kittens, we trapped some of the strays and got them broken and we haven't seen any kittens since.

Except now at her job the neighbor's daughter saved two who were going to be killed and brought them in to us since we'd been able to find homes for the others. Heidi (the aforementioned coworker) has claimed one for her own, bringing her up to four cats plus sundry other pets now, and I'm going to foster and try to find a home for the other. Two white kittens, one with a gray smudge atop its head, guesstimated to be 6-8 weeks old. They're both much much better socialized than the rounds of strays were; Heidi's is very docile, while the other is very curious and active.

*calls animal clinic to set up an exam for both of 'em after work*

EDIT: Whitey is a girl and Spot (temporary names for both) is a boy. Thusly, Heidi is now going to take Whitey so that her four are gender-balanced. Also, flea comb is made of epic fail.

Kittenless!

Dec. 3rd, 2006 03:53 pm
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Our household is now kitten-free. [livejournal.com profile] racerxmachina and [livejournal.com profile] roseembolism came down today and picked up Alice and Dorothy, taking them back up to their new home. So all y'all up in the San Jose area will soon get to meet these two lovely little black kittens if you so choose. I'm not really missing them yet, but then I was very definitely not letting myself get attached to them, not after Ash died. The two of them seemed to like their new little girls, being also somewhat surprised at how nice and quiet and generally orderly they were. The babies, on the other hand, seemed a bit confused by these new people, but they're young and I know they'll be loved, so they'll get over it.

And they all lived (hopefully) happily ever after.
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Last night was a bad night, to the point where my Wonderful Husband was asking me if I was sure I felt up to going to the last of our ballroom dance classes for this session. We went, of course, and I felt better for a while. But then reality crashed down hard again afterwards and I ended up giving up on editing or writing, and just going to bed early.

Skip if you're not me )

My usual response to these sort of things is to immerse myself in a new book for a while, but as Christmas is coming up, all the books I want are relegated to my Christmas list and I can't read them before then. I'm honestly thinking that I should take some time to engage in the classic feel-better fix of clothing retail therapy instead, since at the moment I'm on the diet bandwagon again (inspired by [livejournal.com profile] racerxmachina's weight-loss goals) which means chocolate isn't an option. My good black pants died the honorable death the other day, after all, and my Reeboks are almost to the same point, and I could probably use some new underthings as well. Unfortunately, this requires actual /shopping/, which is the dark side of the force.
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Did my civic duty and voted.

Came home and found that I'm down one kitten. Two to go!

Went to Fry's with Wonderful Husband, picked up an ergonomic keyboard for him and the Indiana Jones trilogy for me. Went to swing dance class and got rather a nice compliment from our instructor as well as a new set of posture/muscle connections to work on.

Petted the remaining two kittens within an inch of their lives for over an hour, only to have protests of "help! rape! fire! murder! abuse! oppression!" when I put them into their bed for the night. No appreciation.

Tomorrow I get to start my turn caring for Chess, the wild tailless Siamese who we think is the kitten-mama. I'm hoping to drop her off at home after work and pop over to Kinokuniya. Hopefully they'll have the Ultraman: Moebius calendar for me to check out, and I can place an order for three books I'd rather like to have.

All in all, I've been feeling like I really need something new to read, so maybe I'll also stop by the furuhonya opposite Kino and see if they have anything I want in the English language section....

And tomorrow evening, I promise, I'll be good and translate the summary for Moebius 32 and finish the episode on Moebius 31.
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On the list of things that please me are

(1) having finished the rough translation of 30 last night when [livejournal.com profile] sandpanther helped me hammer out the last few lines,

(2) having gotten her translation feedback on 29 this morning, so I can work on smoothing that out tonight,

(3) curious kittens,

(4) napping on the sofa yesterday with /my/ cat,

(5) and the fact that I'm up, dressed, conscious, and playing on the computer with plenty of time before I have to go to work.
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Anyone who wants to see the three kittens I've been fostering, my sister has put some pictures up at http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v680/elenisiliel/Kittles/ ; only pay attention to the first eleven, as the others are of my cat and hers and poor little Ash.

Oh, my parents have taken Locke; he is to be renamed "Harley" as he has a motor purr like a Harley Davidson. ^_^
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Beryl proved herself a Houdini kitten this afternoon. Went downstairs to check on the trio, and they were somehow suddenly a duo. Looked all over the house for her, despite the door to the laundry room having been firmly closed, then heard a mew that was not from either of her brothers. Pulled out the cabinet drawers and discovered there was a crawlspace under the sink. Don't know how she got there, the drawers were closed....
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Haha! The torrent for Moebius 31 is finally up! *snags*

Kitten taming seems to have been a success. Beryl hasn't hissed at me once this morning and is currently quite happy sitting on my lap. Stalk got out of the laundry room and led Wonderful Husband and I on a chase around the house trying to recapture him as he explored. Also, my parents may be interested in taking one of the kittens, most likely Locke. This is good in that he's the friendliest of the three, and most probably due to my sister nicknaming him "Harley" as he has a rather loud purr/motor.
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This evening I assisted my sister in the practice of the ancient, venerable martial art of kitten bathing. And changed their bedding and swept and swiffered the floor, so hopefully now they will be (and stay) much cleaner. I managed to get in contact with a fostering agency, but [livejournal.com profile] tokyokitty thinks some of her friends might want kittens, so I shall see if I can't find them homes privately. We worked on gentling the kittens some more. I think we've got Locke and Stalk just about tamed (although Stalk was the worst about getting a bath), but Beryl not quite yet... she's much more happy in a petting session with one of her brothers as opposed to alone. But she ended nice and placid while I worked with her this evening. Stalk got purring with almost no effort, though. The boys are /friendly/....

And I'm almost through with Moebius 30. Just eight more lines including two in the preview. And t-minus thirty-two hours until the torrent for 31 goes up... hope I can make it.
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So once again I sit at my computer with a kitten in my lap. Unfortunately the recent spate of kitten taming has left Paris (the big cat) under the impression that she is somehow allowed into the workroom. How does one explain to her that this exercise is solely for the sake of accustoming feral kittens to human contact and that they are not allowed off of my lap? So the door is closed. Right now I have Beryl, who is the biggest of the triplets (I've been told that this is related to her being a queen, and that queen kittens are generally bigger than toms?) and also the most shy of human contact. However, though she hissed at me when I put my hand in their cage (her brothers politely sniffed my hand and did not hiss), she's rather tamely sitting in the well of my crossed legs, watching me type. The computer seems to interest her, which I find amusing. I think it's because the screen keeps changing. Am still pondering when to give her and her brothers a B-A-T-H as they are stinky kitties. On one hand, I'd like to get them even more used to human touch before traumatizing them; on the other hand, I'd prefer that they actually, y'know, didn't *smell*. And maybe were flea-less. Any opinions?
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Sister has come and helped play with the kittens and sexed them for me. Lock and Stalk are male, and Barrel is female. So I guess she should be "Beryl" instead...?
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Well, the organization that was going to take Lock, Stalk, and Barrel is currently full up on kittens so I get to mind them until I can find one that isn't. So I spent this evening starting to gentle them. And they've gotten to the point where they're not hissing at me, I can handle them gloveless (aka, I don't think they're going to scratch me), and I've even gotten them to purr once or twice. The trick-or-treaters seemed to like them, too. If all continues well, I'll give them the run of the laundry room tomorrow. I was given a half off coupon for a local vet, so I booked all three kittens and Paris into the vet on Saturday morning.

Wrote some today, will probably post it later... a Ultraman Moebius smutfic in the universe [livejournal.com profile] hoshikage and I have been working on, and the epilogue scene for the insane crossover.
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Back from PMX. Didn't see much of the con itself, being busy with judging and sleep deprived to the max (I have now in fact broken my record for staying awake... previously it was twenty-three hours, now it's thirty-eight). Pity. I wanted to go to the Ultraman panel. But there were some really cool and some really well-made costumes, so that part was a pleasure, even if we didn't get to award a couple of the people we would have liked to. But there were ten awards spread across twenty-two groups. The Best in Show was a Kingdom Hearts 2 group that utterly wowed us with their attention to detail and clean construction, and then made us die with laughter with the best dance skit I've ever seen. They are going to be a force to be contended with in the cosplay word, methinks. It felt really good to give that award to them, and I honestly think none of them were expecting it.

But after Masquerade was over (with some wonderful MC'ing by Darryl), I got hit with my usual post-con depression, HARD. So I skipped out on a group dinner, which I probably shouldn't've, and came home, picking up Ash from where he'd spent the day with my mother. She took him to get de-wormed today. He needs to go back in two and four weeks for rounds two and three. And, much to my surprise, my Wonderful Husband spent the day calling around to vet places and handed me a brochure for kitten insurance just about ten minutes ago. I thought I wasn't going to be allowed to keep him...? So I'm confused.

We've managed to trap two (well, three, but the third one escaped as we were transferring him to another cage) of the neighborhood strays at work. One of them, who we've called "Blackie" for a while, we suspect is Ash's father. He is about eight years old, has now been neutered, and is utterly feral. He's spent the weekend recuperating from his surgery in a trap cage in my parents' backyard and will be rereleased at work tomorrow. The other cat we trapped, who we think /might/ be Ash's mother, is a lovely Siamese I've started calling "Chess" who apparently a day or two before we trapped her lost her tail flush to her back. I've seen her a few times before during the nearly two years I've been working there, and she always had a tail before. The vet's office is keeping her until Thursday to recover from the surgery for that, and she's probably going to be kept at my parents' house for a bit after that to give her recovery time. She's about three years old and is most likely an abandoned pet, as her behavior in the cage was quite calm and dignified, and we were told that at the vet's she walked quite calmly out of the cage and up to the doctor. I'm kind of hoping my parents will fall in love with her, as I know my mother would like a cat....

I also got a call from my coworker, saying that the reason we hadn't been able to trap Ash's siblings was because the neighbors (in whose yard the litter of them were likely born) had been feeding them. So she moved our traps into their yard and has all three of them in her possession now, to be handed off to me tomorrow. Anybody want black kittens...? Ash is apparently the runt of the litter, incidentally, and the neighbors thought he'd died because they hadn't seen him recently.

And that has been my weekend, Ultraman Moebius 30 is cool (even if not as cool as 21, 22, 24, or 29), and I smell pizza so I'm going to have some and then get Ash to eat.

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