Thursday, August 28, 2008
(April 16 - birthday - photos are clickable for a larger view)
My precious little kitten is 19 weeks old now... oh they grow up so fast! Several people have asked me how he and the mama kitty are doing, so I thought it time for an update.
(19 weeks old)
First - we changed his name. Originally we called him Jet, but it just didn't seem to fit - his name now is Mocha. I call him Mocha Java among many other cutsie little names that no one should use as an adult - I just can't help myself. Because of the lighting in this photo he looks more white than is true, he's actually getting browner every day.
Mama kitty came to us named Heidi, we have since changed it to Katrina because she does resemble a hurricane a bit in her ability to clear a room just by getting close to it.
When she first came to us, she had been shaved - we were told she was flea ridden and very matted, she looked pitiful!
She now has the most beautiful thick soft coat. She becomes sweeter every day and it's such a pleasure to watch her become acclimated to her new home.
She has been the best mom and a joy to witness with her baby, but she did go into heat twice before the kitten was 8 weeks old. So, we took her in to be spayed when Mocha was 8-9 weeks old. She was still lactating when we took her in but within about a week her milk dried up. After her recovery from surgery and she was reunited with her kitten, he kept trying and trying to nurse. We kept stopping it, but once we understood it wouldn't hurt her we let nature takes its course. He STILL tries to nurse, especially when he's tired. Mama is mostly tolerant and lets him, but he's now almost as big as her and she's finally protesting when he tries it - although I did manage to snap a photo of them yesterday when he was at it again.
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman