Felidae

Yesterday morning Twilight had her third litter: two boys I believe. Now, Twilight is a bit dumb. I say a bit, just to be nice. She decided that her daughter's kittens were hers too, and picked one up to put in the drawer she gave birth in (the one where all my skirts were.. now are ruined.. thanks twig). Cue a battle for milk.

Sister (Twig's daughter) had her babies 4 weeks ago, so they are chubby stubby cutiepies but with claws that can rip. These claws ripped one of her newborns, and we could see skull. Not really knowing what we could do, we went to the vets. She gave us the option of putting it down, or she could see if she could glue the skin together and put him on antibiotics. There was no way I wasn't gonna give the poor guy a chance. So, £47 later we now have a glued-up kitten. Twilight started rejecting, either because of the smell due to the vet or he was simply cold and weak. Either way, we spent hours warming him up and trying to get him to latch on. It worked, and he was fine when I left for work today.

When I came back, I went up to see how the little guy was, and saw one of the fat kittens in the drawer, with tiny black kitten in the corner weak and cold! Bloody Twilight! So for the past few hours we've been playing surrogate, after trying to get him to latch on (think he was too weak), and he is now cuddled up on Zachary's belly.

Later on, we will try to reunite him with his mum, and be determined to keep the little kittens OUT of the bedroom! If that doesn't work, we will have to take it in turns through the night to feed him and keep him warm. Poor thing.

We are going to call him Greebo, after the Terry Pratchett Discworld cat, because if he survives he will have massive scars on his head and neck!

The other one is absolutely fine, and is going to our friends as a wedding/Christmas present, if they like him!


Today has been bizarre.. I started off in a really bad mood, not liking anything or anyone, and even came to shout at ppl at work because they were being arsey as well. Right now, I am worrying about Greebo and sitting here with two small kittens sleeping on each side, with a lard-arse Bernard on my lap in his normal position when I'm computer-ing. Grendel is sleeping on the arm of the sofa, whilst Shakespeare is sitting on the footstool doing his fake sleep thing. Greebo is sleeping on Zac's tummy while he plays on the PS3! Hopefully all will be well, and he'll survive, but things aren't positive today (at least in my mind).

Been trying to shake this negativity off in general, but it's really been hard today. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Fingers crossed, eh?