"A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere." ~ Groucho Marx

Me and Mr. Creme

 

Lexi

We’re in the process of getting our cats up to date with their vaccinations.  Charlie took Mr. Creme and Lexi to the clinic this week.  He was told that after these shots, because of their age, 13 years, and because they had had regular vaccinations through the years, they had built up an immune system and wouldn’t require any more shots for three years.  That was good news because we were undecided about continuing vaccinations because of their age.

Jezibel

Jason and Kaci

The others will go to the clinic too and eventually all will be up to date.  We take two at a time so it will take a few visits.  Plus we have three, Jezibel, Kaci and Jason (6 years), who have had severe reactions to the series of shots.  They have to have one shot at a time and that will require three visits, but we will get it done.

Mr. Creme still continues to be stable on his insulin and Lexi, who is on blood pressure meds as well as thyroid meds, is also doing fine.  I still have to give her Veriflox which helps her with her chronic congestion.  Their mom, Jezibel, 14 years, is in good shape.  She does have to have Terbutaline as needed for her congestion.

Now back to the big kitten rescue:

On August 17, about a week later, I received a call from my friend.  There were two(!) black kittens in the trap!  So much for that last kitten.  I went over to get them.  One was fairly calm and okay to pet.  The other one was very afraid.  The ears were flat back.  It hissed, growled and if looks could kill, I’d have been dead.  I got them home and we separated them because we have discovered that when one is more afraid, eventually the other one will also be afraid.

Annie and Indy

Indy, not as bad as he seemed

The smaller of the two was a female.  She was very sweet and wanted to be petted.  We called her Annie.  I finally got up the nerve to see if I could pet the other one.  It still hissed, growled and laid its ears back.  How ferocious it looked!  I decided to challenge it and reach in to see if I got clawed or bitten.  The kitten just froze and amazingly, I was able to pet and pick it up.  It was a boy.  We called him “Indy”.  So happy that both Annie and Indy were not feral, only afraid.

My friend immediately started looking for a home for them.  We made an appointment with the vet to do the spaying and neutering.  It all went well with no complications. 

Jackson.  His family has come to visit and are still here!  lol

All of the kittens trapped so far, Cali, Simba, Annie and Indy, are Jackson’s littermates.  Now they were re-united.  They remembered each other, but since Jackson was caught when he was only four weeks old, he hissed at them and didn’t really want to be with them on the patio.  They were now about three months old.  Jackson finally decided they were okay to play with though. 

Simba, what a sweet boy before going to his new home

A week later, August 24, Simba went to his new home in Los Angeles with my friend’s son and girlfriend.  He is now a little prince who is very spoiled.  I’ve seen some pictures and he looks very happy.

A day or so later, I received a call from my friend.  They had seen another kitten who looked like Simba.  I jokingly told her that she was seeing things!  At least I hoped she was seeing things.

In the meantime, we still had the black kittens, Annie and Indy, and although there were a couple of possible homes, nothing materialized.  The kittens were now about four months old.  We were beginning to hope that all the kittens were finally caught.....,

but the saga continues.....

My middle name is Devil,
Tazzy D _^..^_