Cats. Can you do it? Can you truly invite them into your home as a guest?
No. I’m afraid not. You invite them to rule. They dictate. Even at a tiny age. This is what we have endured and enjoyed for the last 3 weeks.
They were “dropping like flies” in the milking parlor. Kittens mixed in with cows haven’t got much of a chance. The cows are gentle, yes, but they are BIG. And kittens tend to get lost outdoors. So, as a last ditch effort, as we found, we brought into the house (even though forbidden by the farmer, the farmer brought them in)!
This is Olive and Rambo. There is always someone mewing! Olive can be quite vocal. And she talks in her throat quite a bit too, when not commanding.
We have learned to tiptoe so as to not wake them. (I have dubbed them screaming meanies–they hear and they come running, they all start mewing and trying to climb upon you! You hide in the bedroom, hoping they will fall asleep, and the last 3 nights, they have found us anyway, and climbed into the bed with us, I gave in, what can I say?)
Very smart, they took right to their facilities and have eaten quite well. We spent time on the internet to try to figure it out, kitten milk vs. cow milk and digestive systems, etc.
Being so little, we have had to teach them to bathe. They get bathed daily. So far they don’t know that cats and kittens don’t like water. And then they get a blow dry.
They are front and center on love.
Or waiting for it.
They have warmed their way into our hearts!
They all will have new homes today. And we will have kitten liberation.
But we will miss them, just a little bit!