3 posts tagged “kitten”
Its about 28DegC with an arid norwester blowing so it feels like you are sitting at the mouth of a convection oven. The animals are a little bit too warm and can't seem to find the ideal spot to settle into to sleep out the heat of the day. They are still goading each other and Mik being the heavier weight is using his muscle to dominate the cat. Its not all one way traffic though before we label the puppy "bad" and the kitten "good". I watched earlier as Mik was laying in the garden minding his own business with a stick to contemplate; Jez-kitten wandered over and mioewed in his face then launched itself at him and he just sat there taking it, wagging his tail perplexedly. Although when in full rumble they look pretty serious and the yowls get loud I am confident that even Jez has enough savvy not to head towards danger ; but it does look pretty serious when seen by an outsider. I can only hope that they reach a placid state of gentleness soon. Hmm..I think I live in misplaced utopic myopia! But check for yourselves whether the following little movies show the behaviour of cat-fight-dog... I so, feel for my mother now, as she tried so hard to make my sister and myself stop fighting like the proverbial! Sorry Mum!
Click on the images below to see the movies
I think Mik is teething at the moment - he is chewing anything and everything including to G's horror a book not placed out of range, any stick he can sneak, his official chew toys, Us and the cat! We really have to try and inhibit the latter two!
Mik is now 3 months old and its the countdown to being allowed to leave the relative safety of the backyard and explore the great unknown beyond the garden gate. He is growing so fast - now hitting 7kg - but still loves being picked up for a cuddle. When he first arrived he couldnt stand up on a chair- last night we were eating outdoors and when i turned my back he had jumped onto a chair and was about to help himself to some venison medallions cooked with a blueberry and orange sauce. He has taste it has to be said!
Jez is doing well but its apparent just how much smaller he is to Mik when you catch him with his head in the dogs mouth! When he has had enough of being the butt of Miks attention then he simply slinks through the baby gate and heads off to our bedroom for some P&Q.
Jez-the-kitten
came to stay yesterday.
He is named after my friend Jerry who rescued him from a, probably short, feral life He appears to have been on his own from about 6 weeks old we estimate so is now approximately 12-14 weeks old. He is very nervous and hides in his cat-house almost all of the past 24 hours; other than the time he launched himself at the closed window and ran about the kitchen in a bit of a panic. I decided to move him to the bathroom – luxury accommodation with underfloor heating and no chance of a scared wee cat hurting itself when alone.
I was a little apprehensive about reaching into his cat house let alone picking him up initially but needn’t have worried. He is pretty gentle – hasn’t hissed or spat at me nor tried to stop me touching him by extending his needle sharp baby claws or teeth. So as both our confidences with each other develops I am sure he will turn into a beautiful natured albeit reserved cat.
This morning I went into the bathroom and he had upset a bowl of water and his bed was upside down and he was cowering in the corner of the window. I picked him up and after a half hearted struggle he curled up into my chest and started to purr! Was such a nice feeling the sound and sensation of his little internal motor telling me that he was comfortable and feeling secure enough to voice his contentment.
The idea is to keep him in the bathroom when we are not around but to bring him into the kitchen when we are about so he can get used to us and hopefully begin his exploration of his new house outside his cat-house. So, this afternoon since I couldn’t get him prised out of his recluse I carried him along with the house into the kitchen and just sat nearby so he could see me and see I wasn’t going to do anything harmful. He wouldn’t come out and not even a ball on a string would coax him. I also was beginning to worry that he hadn’t eaten anything since last night when I coaxed a spoonful of wet food into him. When I was tickling him he sneezed and landed snot on my hand…was a bit gross but I am a little worried that he has snuffles. I guess he will be needing a visit to the vets sooner rather than later but I want him to at least have an appetite to eat a little something and get stronger before they begin pumping antibiotics into him. Also, I want his confidence before he undergoes another terrifying ordeal of transportation and being manhandled by strangers.
This evening I
managed to convince him to lick more meat and water off a spoon and to come
forward a little to get it. It really felt like progress! He was licking the
food almost up to the spoon-hand interface and every now and then would look at
me. Such a cute look! Sort of like a diner in a restaurant who is seriously
enjoying the food but not that taken with the waitress interfering with his
pleasure by just being present! It was basically room service with a smile but
he won’t be allowed to get too used to that since he will eventually have to
come out of the perceived safery of the tartan felt-house. He ate his fill and
purred when I grabbed him gently by his scruff and moved him so his head was
outside the doorway..he didn’t struggle and managed a purr or two but was
stubborn and wouldn’t let go of the floor with his deep set claws! A couple
more mouthfuls he was satisfied enough to begin a grooming of his mouth, ears
and paws. I take this as a positive sign. I don't think a really sick cat could be bothered.
At the moment he is snuggled deep into a corner of his cat-house courtesy of Jerry and just watching me sit and type.
