It is a good thing they are cute ...
Jun. 22nd, 2012 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
genlisaeI like kittens, I swear I do, really. To the point that when I pick one up it immediately gets kisses and hugs and usually sung to ... but honestly, they are driving me crazy!!!!!!!
Background:
We acquired, by way of they kind of just walked in one day, two cats who had been abandoned. This is not at all new for us abandoned cats have a way of just showing up, usually accompanied by one of the cats that lives here. If we can find their people great, usually though if they have a tattoo or some other form of identification the "owners" are contacted and vehemently deny they ever had a cat or claim their cat died. I really, REALLY dislike people sometimes.
Anyway, so these two very pretty girls (no ID, mostly skin and bones from hunger) moved in, got fed and cuddled and cleaned up and all was good. Except, they were both pregnant.
Fast forward to now. The kittens, all 7 of them, are 6 weeks old. I have been trying, all day, to write. I have managed a whole (Count em!) 6 sentences. The rest of the day has been spent chasing kittens around trying to get them to use a litter box (which, in their defense they are getting better at), cleaning up spilled litter boxes because with this many kittens one is not enough and my dog is a klutz, refereeing the food dishes (none of our other cats need kitten food, they are pudgy enough as it is), extracting claws from my leg, retrieving my mouse from the little paws that keep reaching up behind my keyboard and grabbing it (One of them did this randomly a few days ago, now they ALL do it), rescuing the dog from being pounced, rescuing the kittens from being licked to the point of soggy by the dog, extracting kittens from dangling off the sides of the bird cage, removing kittens from my keyboard, removing kittens from my desk and cleaning up the coffee they were splashing in, making new coffee - sans kitten splashing, untangling kittens from my hair because it is fun to pounce attack my hair from the top of my monitor, and saving my cell phone from claws on the screen because "ZOMG! There is a kitten in there that looks just like me! ATTACK!" .. this is bad for the touch screen by the way.
All of this is made even more interesting as I end up doing it with one hand. The other hand is occupied holding onto the one kitten who came down with sniffles the other day (His mother is stupid and took him outside in the rain, which is when we learned she knows how to open the window). His sniffles are better now, he is for all intents and purposes completely healthy, but he lost a bit of weight by not eating much for a day and hasn't fully regained his strength. In the meantime his favourite spot is in the crook of my left arm alternately sleeping and playing with my hair. I try to put him down, give him to his mother, someone else, etc. Nope. as soon as I get back to my desk a tiny little paw taps my shoulder and then I have an orange fluffy ball of purring kitten walking across my shoulders to get to "his spot". If I don't hold onto him, he does the holding on instead and then I have to remove the claws from my skin.
They really, really are driving me crazy.
And, yes, I know I am going to miss the little shits when they go to their new homes, I just needed to vent .. and apparently the practice backspacing, because I have had "help" typing out this entry. :/
Background:
We acquired, by way of they kind of just walked in one day, two cats who had been abandoned. This is not at all new for us abandoned cats have a way of just showing up, usually accompanied by one of the cats that lives here. If we can find their people great, usually though if they have a tattoo or some other form of identification the "owners" are contacted and vehemently deny they ever had a cat or claim their cat died. I really, REALLY dislike people sometimes.
Anyway, so these two very pretty girls (no ID, mostly skin and bones from hunger) moved in, got fed and cuddled and cleaned up and all was good. Except, they were both pregnant.
Fast forward to now. The kittens, all 7 of them, are 6 weeks old. I have been trying, all day, to write. I have managed a whole (Count em!) 6 sentences. The rest of the day has been spent chasing kittens around trying to get them to use a litter box (which, in their defense they are getting better at), cleaning up spilled litter boxes because with this many kittens one is not enough and my dog is a klutz, refereeing the food dishes (none of our other cats need kitten food, they are pudgy enough as it is), extracting claws from my leg, retrieving my mouse from the little paws that keep reaching up behind my keyboard and grabbing it (One of them did this randomly a few days ago, now they ALL do it), rescuing the dog from being pounced, rescuing the kittens from being licked to the point of soggy by the dog, extracting kittens from dangling off the sides of the bird cage, removing kittens from my keyboard, removing kittens from my desk and cleaning up the coffee they were splashing in, making new coffee - sans kitten splashing, untangling kittens from my hair because it is fun to pounce attack my hair from the top of my monitor, and saving my cell phone from claws on the screen because "ZOMG! There is a kitten in there that looks just like me! ATTACK!" .. this is bad for the touch screen by the way.
All of this is made even more interesting as I end up doing it with one hand. The other hand is occupied holding onto the one kitten who came down with sniffles the other day (His mother is stupid and took him outside in the rain, which is when we learned she knows how to open the window). His sniffles are better now, he is for all intents and purposes completely healthy, but he lost a bit of weight by not eating much for a day and hasn't fully regained his strength. In the meantime his favourite spot is in the crook of my left arm alternately sleeping and playing with my hair. I try to put him down, give him to his mother, someone else, etc. Nope. as soon as I get back to my desk a tiny little paw taps my shoulder and then I have an orange fluffy ball of purring kitten walking across my shoulders to get to "his spot". If I don't hold onto him, he does the holding on instead and then I have to remove the claws from my skin.
They really, really are driving me crazy.
And, yes, I know I am going to miss the little shits when they go to their new homes, I just needed to vent .. and apparently the practice backspacing, because I have had "help" typing out this entry. :/
