This week has been busy each day with me pasting Robyn quite a bit. I enjoy seeing her face all screwed up into a hiss when I belt her one. ManSlave told me off good and proper explaining she was pregnant. Herrumph, so what? These pregnant girls are getting ALL the attention and I am getting none. I now have to bunk up with Faith at teatime to get cuddles on the recliner with Momma. We don't do sharezeez very well in this house. There is much huffing and puffing. The Parentals have been out everyday painting out a tenant house. Luckily, it's not far away and they pop back for lunch, then Momma works in the office and I get time then where I bagsy the heated pipes under the floor in there as my spot. Lillibet and Filly reluctantly share a teddy fleece.
This popping back at lunch provides sustenance for SaBreena and Robyn. One feeding their mini pride the other growing a mini pride. Robyn was scanned on Thursday and it looks like a possible set of quads again! Of course, we are always cautious and don't count our chickens, it just allows us to check if they are all well and wriggly at this point. She is really full and walks about complaining of trapped wind and with a meow she also lets out the odd burp! Well, she is only a little cat and we are not quite sure where she is storing them all. Her belly is so stretched and with a month to go she may even pop like a Mogwai! Robyn is now sleeping in with Momma at night time and SaBreena isn't worried by that at all. Seriously can not believe how chilled she is, especially having a stress head as a Mother in Pearl!
SaBreena's mini Breelings have gone from butterbeans to rolling about on their backs, waving paws in the air and much less squeaking. They can now peer over the side of the kitten pod with their peepers all blacky blue and watery and see the world in front of their sniffers for the first time. Little more time in the dark to keep those eyes from any damage. SaBreena announced this morning that they are moving about a bit too much and actually spoke to Momma and kept dashing to the kitten pen where there lay a fat white blob pirruping away on the blankie. Little soul had fallen out of the nest. SaBreena is a really good Mum, not like my own who basically ate me every time I dared move. It won't be long before they all tumble out like baby birds waiting to fly. Heaven help us! Momma popped the baby back in the nest and SaBreena squeezed in and fed them.
One other thing happened last week to give us all a bit of a shake up. Momma poisoned five of the pride! She was very distraught and another reason why the blog went awry. On Monday (two weeks go), Momma fed Pearl, Flaire, Ikon, Magnus and Filly a whole large slice of raw turkey. Not sure why I didn't fancy any? By Wednesday it was like a scene from the living dead, cats spewing and pooing everywhere. They were separated immediately and Momma knew it was the turkey as no one else had come down with it. Phew, I can't believe I missed out on that one? I usually LOVE raw turkey! Momma was worried about everyone so she immediately scooped da poops and they were rushed to labs and sure enough they came back with non other than campylobacter. I mean WTF right? It was a little disbelief and worry with upset and stress as the VERY last thing we needed getting to the babies or the pregnant Robyn was that.
After the results, the vet issued antibiotics and a ton of Forteflora and now ten days later, they are now back to normal and doing correct chocolate gold again. There is much less washing and luckily, Pearl and Flaire were already out in Al-CAT-raz and Ikon and Magnus in the House of Fun so that was easily contained. Filly is as tough as old boots and only had a mild dose of it and was 'off' for about two days. She seemed to just shake it away but had the nasty antibiotics any way. No one liked them. Pearl and Flaire were angels. Filly was a brat, Magnus got 'used to it' and Ikon was having none of it. Momma soon had everyone sorted in a fancy routine that took up best part of an hour each morning as Ikon still is having steroid eye drops for the damage he did flying off the wheel and headbutting the door. Pearl has been treated for her bladder issue which has seemingly cleared with the antibiotics for the bug and everyone else was forced to have vitamin paste. Plus the scrubbing of the trays each day, all surfaces, walls wiped twice a day and bedding changed and steralised. Well, you want to stop something spreading, you have to do all these things. I just laid and watched her run back and forth.....YAWN.
Sometimes you just have to sit back, take a deep breath, have a cat snack and take stock of everything that goes on in a cat household. It is a source of worry and frustration and stress plays a huge part in our lifestyle. And with stress comes all the added extra little bouts off illness here and there. Sigh, at least my bladder is behaving and my skin. I am still on 0.1mg of Atopica a day and with a mixed diet and some theft of bowl licking from the wet food the preggers ones get, I am very fit and healthy and quite svelte and my coat is lush and plush. There is always something to laugh about too and we are always trying to be funny and quirky to get attention even if the mood is heavy in the house. Filly has been a great deflector of upset and swings around shoulders and purringly giving magical cuddles. She is great for a play about too and always up for a good game, except her playmate, Robyn, is too fat with children!
Well, that is our news for this week. It is a flurry of this and that. I hear ManSlave is back from hunting a gallus gallus domesticus and has let the boys in for the first time in two weeks and Magnus Rex is yelling his merry head off for any girl that will listen. He is SO loud I feel in the summer he might get an ASBO! The fact they are in the kitchen is a bit irksome as I do like to see the Sunday Roast doing it's thing and today it's chicken (incase you didn't guess?), except the darn oven light is broken and I am back to peering into it's depths to see the process. It's not very good seeing as the beast is brand new and not a month has passed and the light has failed, not once but twice, with a new bulb each time. I shall be ringing CatLine as Neff were not interested in such trivia, but seriously, how is a cat to cope with an unlit lunch? I can only imagine whats going on again and I feel bereft of the cooking action.
Seeing as the kitchen door is tightly shut, I shall finish this blog then help Momma sew the last of the cat blankets for the outdoorsie ones. They get all the good stuff out there. Maybe if I am a really good helpy helper, I might get a new bed too?
Lots of love my furry followers and until next week
Your Queen Vee =^..^=