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.  🙂

DSC_0037

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:

DSC_0034

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:

DSC_0022

 

How the heck did they manage to do this?

DSC_0007

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:

DSC_0010

*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!  😉

DSC_0005

What’s cuter than a basket full of kittens?

DSC_0033

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:

 

DSC_0024

The above is the handsome Teddy (Theodore)!

 

DSC_0022

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

 

DSC_0031

And above we got the gorgeous Timmy (Timothy)!

 

DSC_0025

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.

DSC_0031

DSC_0032

Her name was Tia…

DSC_0032b

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…

DSC_0031

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.

My poor babygirl… and this and that.

DSC_0028My poor little babygirl went in to be spayed the other day (if you fancy seeing a close-up, here’s a pic taken 24 hours later… nicely healing, but looks like a butcher did it)…  BUT… and there’s a massive BUT… I am furious with the vets on how they dealt with it.

She’s NOT spayed!  Nope, no spaying done at all.

Other half took her to the vets, and I informed him he had to give them his mobile number, as he would be closer, and could get there in 2 minutes, should he be needed for any reason.

And they called him.

To tell him she’s pregnant.  Of course she’s fucking pregnant – that’s what cats do the best.  But she can still be spayed!  But no, they called him and informed him there’s babies in the tum, and that there “might be complications” (of course there might be fucking complications!!!  There might be complications during ANY spaying), and whether he wanted them to go-ahead with the spaying, or let her have the kittens.  They even went as far as saying she’s fit and healthy and there’s no reason why she couldn’t have another litter!

So, other half was now worried about Ms Monkey-Pie and any complications, and worried about the “babies” (Catholic and all), and decided against going ahead with the operation.

He then called me… and told me she was preggers, to which I replied “of course she is”, and he then said they had given him the option of whether to go ahead with the op… he didn’t tell me he’d by then already told them to close her up.

I hang up on him and call the vets straight away – telling them to please go ahead with the op (although I knew I would cry like a little baby afterwards… I shouldn’t have worried as I ended up bawling my eyes out anyway).

And they say – oh we’ve already closed her up, and she’s waking up, we can’t go ahead with it now!

I was fuming – sad and upset for Pie, and fuming that they had put it in a way to my other half to make it sound like it would be in the best interest of our girl to have the kittens… it’s NOT in her best interest!  She had a litter less than 12 weeks ago.  She needs to be able to be her again, not just a mummy.

So…  now she will have another litter… which will only be getting milk from her for the first 2 weeks, after that they will be on the bottle, so Pie can be spayed as soon as possible.

 

And so the last two girls of Pie’s litter will be re-homed.  We decided to keep them when I wasn’t 100% happy with any that offered them a home.  They’re my little baba-lubas… my little angels.  We absolutely adore them to bits (and I wish I could show you loads of pictures, but with the two of them racing about or climbing legs or curtains it’s impossible to get a decent picture.

Our favourite is bringing them into bed and see a film – it doesn’t matter if the film is rubbish – the two of them pouncing about on the bed is excellent entertainment.  😀

But… with hand rearing kittens coming up, and constantly having to keep an eye on the two girls with the dogs still, and there are days where I can barely walk, and to top it off Pie’s started to become agressive towards them… the girls would be better off with the right family.

And if all goes to plan, they will be joining their new families this week…  we could have done it over the weekend, but it’s heartbreaking to let them go… although we are thrilled with their new home.  They will be playmates to a pre-teen girl who’s slightly differently able.  She lost her elderly cat a while ago, and her and the kittens will be having loads of fun.  They will be living on a small homestead, and it’s a three generation family, where grandma already has three kitties that bring home pressies every day (if they grow up to be like Pie, they will be in heaven catching mice and birds!).

DSC_0035

(The two baby-monkeys running riots on the sofa)

 

So, heartbreak and kittens aside… I’m really not doing too well at the moment.  If it’s not the body, it’s the head… and of course there’s days where there’s both!  😀

Luckily I’m seeing the cardiology specialist this month, so hopefully something can be sorted.  There’s some tablets I could try help with the fatigue, but I’ve tried to get a doc appointment and couldn’t get any until this week, and as there’s now less than 2 weeks to the hospital appointment I saw no point, as I wouldn’t be certain if the tablets were working or I was just having a few good days until then.

Head’s either all over the place, or gone away on holiday… the other day my other half found a pack of ham I’d stuck in the medicine cabinet.  *sigh*

 

Other half’s been doing wonders with the porch in-the-making!  😀

Soon enough I will get the blasted washing machine out of the kitchen, and can finally start figuring out how we want the kitchen – and I can order my fridge!!!  This is like the highlight of the summer for me.  😀

I am however NOT impressed with a local company that supplies roofing shingles.  We bought a pack, and was short 2 “strips” (or whatever it’s called).  Went back to see if they had any loose… and they did – as they were scattered outside!  And they refused to let us have two loose ones!!!  Bloody bastards.  We’d been happy to pay, but instead we had to buy a whole blooming pack for £40.  In the end they’re the losers… if they’d let us buy two of the loose ones, we would have happily recommended them to people, as the shingles are great… but they customer service let them down.  I won’t slag them off by name (it’s their livelyhood), but not a word of praise will be spoken either.

This is why I love B&Q.  I would rather support local businesses… but B&Q’s got it right.  They’re always so happy to please.  Just the other day I spotted a tray of alpines.  I wanted them!  But the tray was missing one plant.  So I wandered around trying to see them, so I could get a full tray… but of course didn’t spot them (ham in the medicine cabinet!)… so asked a chap that worked there.  He said I thought that was the last, but still went to check, and when realising it really was the last tray, he knocked off a big chunk of the price for me.  They’re looking really nice around the pond, I shall try to post pics one of these days.

 

Although the weather hasn’t been great at all, the waterlilies are doing fab!  We’re now on the second one in the back garden (pink) and the third and fourth in the front garden:

DSC_0003

(Second water lily in the back garden)

DSC_0019

(My massive hunk of a tomcat showing off the third and fourth water lily in the front garden… the one closest just opening up).

My scrumptious boy modelling:

DSC_0002

My gorgeous boy was modelling in the garden today, starting off with showing me his claws, just incase I forgot to pay him for his work.  😉

Don’t worry, he was paid in shrimp afterwards – so I’m not covered in scratches, and got a very happy boy indeed.  Excuse the slightly blurry pics, I’m using my left eye (as the right one is covered up) in the view finder… something I clearly need a wee bit of practice on.  Nevermind, he’s still as handsome as sin.  😀

And some rollig about showing off his gorgeous big tummy: