Mama Pippa had a busy Mothers Day keeping track of her two rambunctious kittens. We’re now about 95% certain that Orange Tabby is a boy and White Kitten is a girl. (Despite what the experts say, we have had 3 female orange cats in our family so being orange doesn’t mean anything…)
The kittens are so full of energy and curiosity that I have been changing their play area two to three times daily to give them new things to explore. Despite their size and seemingly advanced intellect, they’re still too young to meet the rest of the family, though their cat uncles and their dog uncle sit outside their door and listen to them.
For all the mothers out there, Pippa hopes you had a relaxing day. She’s hoping for sleep soon…
I returned home from the Star Wars Celebration and Pippa and her babies are doing great. The babies are now 6 days old. My mom had fun watching them while I was gone, and she swears they are twice as big after three days. They are bigger, just not that big….
Today little White Kitten reminds us all that it’s not easy being so little, or so cute…
Two days old…
Orange Tabby became familiar with Newton’s Laws today as he discovered that what goes up and over Mama Pippa must come down again.
Pippa, who has always lived outdoors, received a brand new bed today and she now believes herself to be a queen. (She was named after Kate Middleton’s stylish sister, as Pippa the Cat knows exactly how beautiful she is and uses it to her advantage) White Kitten prefers to stay near Mama Pippa, but here you can see Pippa in her new bed, and five mews of approval from Orange Tabby.
Day 1: 24 hours old
Pippa and her babies are doing extremely well. They’re still living the life in my shower…
The White Kitten, born first, is a lot quieter than the boisterous Orange Tabby, who likes to make its presence known to the world. Orange Tabby likes to voice opinions about everything and be seen rolling around while White Kitten prefers to snuggle with Mom.
I came home tonight to see one of the neighborhood stray cats run across the street to greet me. She has always loved me and I have been planning to adopt her once I knew she was healthy and wouldn’t my indoor cats sick. I call her Pippa. But tonight I realized that something was going on.
Pippa was either in heat, or she was about to have kittens.
I have always had male animals and I had no idea what to do, but I knew she couldn’t stay outside so I grabbed her up in a box and put her in my shower. (I had no idea how messy things might become) I also knew that me fainting was a real possibility. Not that I’m squeamish, but, you know…life. (Sex Ed was clearly a traumatic experience…)
At 9:40pm this little creature (above) popped out. The second kitten came at 10:22. The first one wass white and the second was orange. Clearly, as you can see from the picture, Mama Pippa is gorgeous and there’s no question her babies will be as well.
Pippa and her babies are doing great. For an outdoor stray, she has taken to her box and purred all through her delivery. She loves the attention she’s getting and my boys (ie my cats and the German Shepherd) are very eager to meet her in a few weeks once the babies are older.
I will be keeping you all posted as we move forward on this journey
Last night my mom’s German Shepherd brought a juvenile possum into the house. It had been injured by the neighbor’s dog, so our heroic dog brought it inside and left it in the middle of the kitchen so that we could help it. At least, that’s what I think he wanted us to do. He had no interest in it upon depositing it on the floor.
Mom called me to come help, but by the time I arrived the possum had scampered off. In the house. When I asked her why she didn’t put a box over it while it was playing possum, a blank look came over her face as if that never occurred to her.
So there are about a dozen different ways the possum could have gone and we had no idea how far he got. We couldn’t let the dog back inside for fear of scaring the poor thing, so I enlisted the help of the cat, who upon receiving his mission, promptly led me to the front door. Upon closer inspection, the possum had hidden underneath a chair in the entry way.
I put the possum in a box, rewarded my genius cat for being awesome, and delivered the possum to a wildlife shelter that could help him recuperate from his ordeal.