Tuesday, October 04, 2011
I'm writing now because our second BTR foster dog, Buddy, was adopted over the weekend and it broke my heart unlike I remember my heart ever being by broken by our first foster cats. I miss him so much and worry about how he's adjusting and hope more than any other foster I can remember that he is okay.
Buddy is a one year old pit/shepard/boxer mix, who weighed 50 pounds. He was a stray in Springfield, who was going to be put to sleep by the Ludlow Animal Control until Joy, BTR president, rescued him. He had too much energy and she didn't have enough time for him with the other animals at her home, so I took him. I'm so glad I did, though I am so sad he is gone.
He is the sweetest dog and made life feel full, though we had him for just one week.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
After the little white kitten died from intestinal obstruction, I noticed Oscar (so named after the Sesame Street character because she was so skinny and bedraggled that it looked like she'd just been plucked from the trash) was scratching around the litter box but unable to go. A trip to the vet and an x-ray revealed masses in her intestines, so she got laxative for a while. Because she was blocked, she wasn't eating. She didn't start eating solid food for a long time after all of her siblings. I was giving her KMR every morning and night for a week or so, until I finally coaxed her into trying wet food.
She's a lot better now and after a couple of weeks of picking at wet food, she finally put on some weight and stopped looking like a little skeleton.
Yes, I classify this as looking healthy. She is still half the size of her siblings, but she's active and incredibly affectionate.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
bookshelf: babies, level 1; Africa, level 3
lighter-orange and calico:
Friday, August 06, 2010
Their mom is named Africa and they are named after African countries, though Jocelyne hasn't told me which yet. Mike has already set to picking out his own Africa-inspired named like Mandela and names of various famous gorillas.
There are three orange ones, a calico and a black one that is half gray on the back half. Mike says he is like a silverback gorilla and wants to name him Virgil after some gorilla. I think I'm too young to get the reference.
Anyway, they are about a week old and all seem robust. Africa is a petite girl, talkative, decent with Ralph and Gee so far. She doesn't seem to mind spending an hour away from her kittens, which worries me a bit, but again, they look plump and healthy so I guess she's doing a good job.
3 orange ones! It's been 3 years since I've had orange newborns. Let the happiness ensue.
Friday, July 23, 2010
We've had these sisters for almsot 6 weeks. They tamed to a certain extent but will still mostly run from me when I approach them. Despite that, Non-Clips beautiful spots hooked an adopter who met them on Wednesday night and wants them both. They will be certed and adopted tomorrow.
She was at our place for about 5 days before the fights started. It was fun to see her again. Her foster mom returned from vacation and picked her up last night.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
So of course I agreed to take two kittens who were pulled from a feral colony for TNR and are young enough that it was worth trying to tame them. So that's what I've been doing.
One is much better than the other. The other still hisses when I reach for her and flattens her ears. But they will play while I'm in the room, and I even got each one to purr after holding them for an hour last night.
They love our cats. I think they want Ralph to be their mother. Of course he's not interested in the least. Fatty McGee is interested only because they are getting wet food and he wants some.
Bribing them to love me (people) with food hasn't been a success so far, so I'm just holding them as much as possible. In the evening, I give them wet food and if they want to eat it, they have to do so with me touching them. I pet them while they eat, hoping they'll associate me with food, or at least get used to being touched.
If it doesn't work with one or both, they will go back to their feral colony. Someone feeds the group and keeps an eye on them.
In other news, Ralphie hasn't had an urinary tract issues in 6 weeks. Knock on wood. In the house, he and Gee are not closed out of the bathroom the way they were before. They both like to drink from the toilet (we always keep the lid down now) and they like to watch the faucet drip in the bathtub. Oh, and while we were away a few weeks ago, someone killed a mouse and left it by the door for us. (I'm guessing Ralphie.)