So life has gotten easier and I am slowly catching up.....still have to do three things for KAC PTA, and I will get there. As I mentioned before, Sunday before last, a friend of mine stopped by my house with 4 kittens and I mean BABIES. Less than a week old and I learned she their foster mama. They are to be feed every three hours by syringe. I was SO excited. I used to feel lambs. These guys were so little. Fast forward to Memorial Day weekend. We see each other again and we feed them copious amounts of food because Trina comes over and sees them and we have to go to her house and feed them all again. I am on for Kitten-sitting on Tuesday. I pick them up at three and I she will text me when she is done. "Okay, but you sure you don't want me to keep them the night?" "Nope." Wow, lots of confidence there! I keep the offer open because I am pretty darn sure after she sees what I can do, she will accept.....mouahaha... I pick them up. EVERYONE in her school knows that I am the kitten sitter....and they all want to see. Of course, I show them, but no touching. Within an hour I have them feed, pottied, and bathed. Stinky blankets in the wash. If their eyes were not open before they were now. They were pissed to hit the water......like, "What the hell just happened and who the frick are you?!?!?!" I put them in the upstairs bathroom with a space heater while they dried (hard to dry those little suckers) and they slept soundly for the three hours. Six o'clock, Trina came over and helped, we discussed how to get cat pee out of fleece blankets (solution later...I know EVERYONE wants to know that!), how Kelsey (foster mom) needs to give up bottles rather than syringes because they are getting aggressive, and how big and cute and amazing they are. They now look like tiny babies with BIG bellies. Kelsey has told me a few times, "They don't wake up when then are hungry....." FALSE. They do. Story to follow. So, 9 o'clock comes and I feed them. We change rooms to our bedroom bathroom. Space heater follows. I only have it on while I am feeding. 9pm goes great, midnight goes great, still experimenting on the cleaning combination for cat pee removal, and then 3am. Yeah.....I am not great at three am. You have read my posts. I forget words like, "not dying" and say "dying". I spell words wrong...wait that is every post...but I am not great. At this feeding there is no laundry being done, I do change my clothes to kitty clothes, I have to heat up their heater for their box, and I feed and potty them. I am also pretty aggressive on the wiping them down like a mama kitty. They seem to like it. I remember my parents let me have kitten once and while our mama was great, she was a clean FREAK and pretty aggressive. Plus, they started purring while I did it, so I figured it was fine. HOWEVER, there are two that I cannot tell apart to save my life. And I was looking at them with my crooked ponytail and saying, "Do you have milk on you?" "Yes!" "Opps, NO!" After a couple looks, I picked one. Feed, pottied, bed for both of us. I could not get to sleep so I watched some tv, had a hot chocolate and then collapsed. I didn't wake up until 7:40 but, get this, it was to a kitten very similar to the one that I was choosing from for eating last night with his body attached to the front door of the carrier in a star shape SCREAMING in a kitty scream way. I was like, "S%&t! I overslept! I feed him/her more than double the amount, potty, and then put them on the towel in front of me. I continued with the others, but the one that looks similar was like, "OMG! You are choking me with food. You wench! You CLEARLY have not done this before." Yep, feed one twice and then other zero. OPPS. I was feeling guilty until the one I missed, scooted all the way across the towel, climbed up my leg and fell asleep on it. Okay, well, I didn't kill him. Nolan came in shortly after and said, "Is that the last one?" "Nope, the second." Pause. "Wow mom, you look like you had a rough night." "Thanks, son. Get your breakfast and lunch together and you will have to see yourselves off to school." "Okay." It was okay except Nolan hadn't gone to school because he was clobbered in the face on Sunday by a rope swing with a 150 lb cousin on it. I look at Nolan's face. Okay, one more day. Mason, you are on your own. Continue feeding. Mason off, us off, babies sleeping and dropped off. "Mommy, do you need a nap."
"Yes, baby I do." Okay....as promised, I tried every combo - baking soda, vinegar, lots of detergent and the one true blue combo is.........rinse, followed by a very little amount of soap with baking soda and vinegar, presoak, and extra rinse. YES, I CREATED A BOMB IN MY WASHER, BUT HONESTLY IT IS CAT PEE. IT NEEDS A BOMB. Other fun fact, is that when you potty a kitty I think the boys like it a little too much. "Peanut", as they call him, starts to purr, and his eye roll back and I am just like, "Seriously! Gross!"
After reading this she may never let me near the kittens again! It was fun, but it was better to give them back...but I would take them again....
Happy Wednesday, Ang
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