Update on the breeding bugger of a cat, and various other stuff.

I’m allowed to call her a bugger.  I love her to bits, but there’s no denying she’s a complete and utter arse.  🙂

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Yes, Pie’s finally done (one of her kids was also fixed a few weeks ago, waiting with D as she’s still fairly petite, and not even 3kg yet)!  *does the happy dance*

As you can see she still got the indentation where her fur was shaved.

Fun and games started as soon as I went to pick her up.  Pie is glaring at my with furious eyes in the carrier, whilst I’m chatting to the vet.  Vet tells me to keep her in for 10 days.  I said Pie would kill me if I kept her in for 10 days.  And I mean, she would actually figure out a way to murder me.

I sigh, and say “fine”, knowing it will never happen.

So, I ask when I can take her collar off.  Vet says to keep it on for 10 days!  Hahahahahahaha!  Oh my goodness, this vet is clearly on some heavy drugs, or has never had a cat.

I’ll tell you how long the collar lasted for – less than 2 minutes!  As soon as we were in the car, Pie managed to push the collar off.  Atleast her glaring look subduded a few nothches after that.

So, wanting to keep her in for the night, cat litter tray, food and water gets put in our bedroom, and the door shot.  Pie goes to sleep…

Until 2am.  Come 2am she’s launching herself at the door handle (she can open the downstairs doors… however the bedroom doors are old, and tricky, as you have to hold the handle down whilst pulling at the door).

I figure it will be less stressful for her, and cause less stress on her body to just open the door…

So, Pie flies though the catflap, and I end up sitting up, worrying about her…

 

I didn’t worry for too long – less than 20 minutes later she returns – with a live bird in her mouth!!!

 

Luring Pie into the bathroom, I then spend the next 30 minutes trying to catch the bird in a box.  When bird finally released, and I open the bathroom door, Pie is there proud as can be, with a look that said “This is what you get for locking me in the bedroom”.

 

*sigh*

 

Otherwise, it’s blooming freezing… not good for the arthritis, but Boo is loving the fact that the fireplace is in use again:

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Been to hospital appointments, and the specialist I’m seeing is trying to get me onto a drugs trial.  Have also walked around like a fashion guru with the last accessory of the season – a heart monitor.  Atleast it was so tiny and light it could be clipped onto my bra.

 

Being the idiot that I am, and having gotten as plump as a piggy, I’ve decided to try the Insanity workout.  Of course there are days where I can barely move, so the time-scale isn’t really being followed.  However, on a good day, I decided to do the Fit Test… you’d think it wasn’t possibly to fail a fit test, but I managed – ZERO push-up jacks.  Hahahahahaha!

 

Signing off with the of my gorgeous girls lurking at the fish:

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How the heck did they manage to do this?

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Really… that is what met me in the bathroom this evening.

Unbelievable.

 

Pie and the 2 kittens were playing about in the hallway and bathroom after having been in snoozing with the mini-babies… and then I heard the crash.

I knew instantly it was the aloe vera plant… which was placed on the counter behind the toilet.  However – I did NOT expect it to be inside the toilet!  With the lid on!

Hahahahahaha!

I have to say, although I found it hilarious (and annoying, as there was dirt everywhere), I also found it creepy.  And the creepiness didn’t get any better when I opened the lid:

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*shudders*  And you can just about spot the “pot” (it’s an ice bucket) the plant is in, perfectly placed in the toilet bowl!

It must have spooked them, and as one of them jumped off the counter, they must have whacked the lid down on top of the plant after it landed in the loo.

Bathroom dirt free again, but my aloe plant has seen better days… very bruised.  And the whole bathroom reeks of aloe.

 

And here’s an “awwwww” pic just for the heck of it!  😉

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What’s cuter than a basket full of kittens?

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Not much really…  😀

Although I think the pics below will melt the coldest of hearts!

Here’s the litte mini-babies (as I still call the other two the “babies”, although they’re closing in on Pie in size) – pics take today:

 

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The above is the handsome Teddy (Theodore)!

 

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And the above is the adorable princess Mara (Tamara)!

 

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And above we got the gorgeous Timmy (Timothy)!

 

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And last but not least, we got the adorable Tommy (Thomas)!

 

All four were named in Tia’s memory.  All four are absolutely massive!!!  And all of them are talkers, and will start talking as soon as they see you.  🙂

 

My two kittens love their little sister and brothers, and a fave is to groom them.  As the mini-kittens are getting more and more active (they can now climb the chair), they’re starting to play together more and more.  Can’t wait to see the six of them racing about.

 

And my two are now nearly adult size!  They’re a force of destruction, and the wall paper is being ripped, all furniture scratched, and all curtains are getting shredded (they also managed to tear down a curtain pole the other day!)…  and they’re the cuddliest little kitties ever!

They’re both squeeze in on the lap, not caring if a dog or two is there already.  Complete and utter purr-machines.

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Her name was Tia…

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And she left us living about 2 hours ago.  😦

 

I knew last night… at her 10pm feed, I realised she would leave.  And it made it even worse, as this afternoon, for the first time, I felt real hope.

This afternoon she did pushy paws!  She went on her mothers boob, and for a few minutes, she was in heaven right here.  I remember thinking afterwards, having seen her so happy, suckling from her mother like the others, purring, and pushing her tiny little paws up and down… that even if she was to leave soon, maybe it was all worth it just for those few minutes of bliss.

 

I hope it was worth it.  I truly do.  She had less than a week.  Less than a week, and a moment of bliss.

 

Pie’s been great.  When I realised she was fading last night, I simply started howling.  Sitting there with tiny little Tia in my hand, knowing that it suddenly wouldn’t matter how hard I try, she wasn’t gonna stay.  And my Monkey-Pie came and snuggled me, rubbing my tears away with her face.

 

And still I hoped.  Even though I knew Tia was now going with the flow, instead of fighting the tide.  I’m crying, but I already did my grieving in those hours between 10pm and 4am.

 

She had her last feed at 2am… both me and her knew it was the last supper, so kept it short, and instead, I laid down on the bed, with little Tia on top of my chest, snuggled up warm under my PJs, and cupping my hand around her.

Around 3am she started purring, and doing pushypaws against my fingertips.  Then we just laid there, me softly weeping, and her drifting further and further away.

 

The pic above was taken two days ago (the brown “cord” is just umbilical cord, that was still stuck on one of the babies).  You can see how incredibly tiny she was compared to the others.  Yes, the beautiful, but oh so tiny girl to the left in the image was born on the same day as the rest of them.

 

Sweet dreams, Tia.  I know it’s not much – but you were loved.  May you grow big and strong where you are now.

Her name is Tia…

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And I’m not certain how long she will stay here for, but I hope and pray it will be for a long time.

So far, she’s beating the odds, and has blessed us with her presence for 4 days.  🙂

Each day is a little miracle, just like she is.

 

Yes, Pie’s had her babies, born 2 days early.  5 babies – 4 of them very healthy and happy indeed (or at the moment – very chubby, and behaving like barbarians while fighting over the boobies).

And then there is Tia.  Born smack bang in the middle of the litter.  About half the size of her siblings… and not breathing (I was however prepared, and had been reading up on how to help little kittens breathe).

I didn’t think she was going to make it to day 2… but she did.  And then day 3… and now on day 4.

She’s getting handfed every second hour, or I keep trying each hour if I’m not happy with the amount she’s had.   Emotionally and physically I’m completely drained, but each time she takes some formula from the bottle makes it worth it.  🙂

I was pulled in two directions, on whether to take her to the vets to be tube fed, or try bottle and formula… and in the end I opted for the bottle.  The tube is no guarantee she’ll make it, and if she’ not going to make it… then I’d rather she’s known the love from Pie, and the warmth of her siblings, than a surgery.

She’s so incredibly little.  And although she’s grown (she’s now nearly the size her siblings were when they were born), the other’s are growing so much faster, and now nearly look three times her size.

 

The bad is that she’s still so terribly small, and won’t drink from Pie.  The good news is that she’s feisty (she’s some wiggle worm, and will climb both over me when trying to feed her, and her mother and siblings), and doesn’t appear to be in any sort of distress (she doesn’t cry, apart from when I initially lift her from the rest of the gang).

 

If you pray, I’d appreciate a little prayer for the tiny little Tia… and if you don’t, then I’d appreciate some good vibes sent her way.  🙂

 

Baby pics!

Babies, although not sitting still, actually stayed in one area for a few minutes – so here’s baby pics!!!

Sorry, all pics straight from the camera.  🙂

Had just taken down some old curtains that Pie had ruined, and both her and her kiddies had loads of fun play about in them.