It's been a nice quiet day today so this is the story of my day.....
Finally got up about 9-00. Poor old Goose was off form yesterday, in spite of the lovely weather he spent all day sleeping on the couch and so of course I was worrying about him - being saturday, do I rush him in for a check up for just being a bit 'off'?. Still a bit quiet today but looked brighter so I'm (so far) glad I didn't give in to panic.
Goose this evening..
So first chore of the day is to feed.
On the wednesday, the day that Branston and Pickle departed I went out to fetch a mum and babies. Babies were in a dog kennel in the garden and screaming at mum to be fed. While feeding mum some chicken, two of the little souls had attached themselves limpet like onto a piece of chicken on her plate trying to get some nutrition.
Called Jill and her and her mum finally quietened them down with a bottle. I took them into the vet to assess them and only one nipple was producing amy milk. Mum is such a small girl - doesn't look much older than 6 months herself.
With her babies shouting the house down she was steadfastly unconcerned.
Anyway, back to today, they were the first feed , having not got on well with bottle (them ) syringe (me) we have compromised on a teaspoon for feeding and I am supplementing the milk mum is obvious giving them (as they are now quiet and content).
Vet reckons they were 2 - 3 weeks old. I don't think they are. We were all fooled by their mobility in the drive to survive. Photo's taken this evening and I'd now say they were 10 -14 days old at most.
compare them to ferally kits (again taken behind safety of curtain as mum is still nasty!) - these are now 17 days old and apart from being so much bigger have larger body to head ratio...
So feeding done by 11-00 and check emails - no pleas for cats.....
18 litter trays to wash, cat food to get out of storage in front lobby and when I open the door there has been a landslide of food behind the door. So have to carefully negotiate the boxes of food through a partially opened door and then restack the ones I don't need.
no calls - check phones are still working and not knocked off by cats.....
Midday kitten spoon feed, feel mummy to see if she has milk and there is a thickening underneath. Fearing mastitis, I worry about what to do while I disinfect the washed litter trays. Deciding to call the vets who agree to see me if I take her in - and of course as soon as I pick her up to pop her in basket there is nothing - so its phone up vets , thank and cancel the appointment.
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Go upstairs now to catch up on homing forms, expenses, spreadsheets and website as its all got a bit out of date ( and a catch up on email and purrs of course!). Notice the 4 older ferals have legged it from their pen and at least one of them is missing and no doubt in the cupboard under the stairs in my 'study' with Dora the black feral. I admit I must not have closed the pen properly but I certainly did not open the cupboard door!
OH well, leave them to it work to do.....
7pm, just finishing admin as well as I can, go to have something to eat. Crunch over something on the kitchen floor and thinking it would be a bit of cardboard it was a birds head - which of course goes with the two piles of feathers in the living room - very nice. In the bin it goes.
Refill the litter trays and put cats to bed. Of course we are still missing Dore and ginger one so out comes all the contents of the cupboard and they are right at the back in a void behind the picnic basket. Cats scarper (amazingly to the cat room!) so I can close them in for the night and replace everytihng in the cupboard.
Yet another feed for young mummy cat and a kitten top up.. and the nice bit of taking photos.....
And now its midnight... so there you have it.... a day in the life of me (and a quiet one at that!)
