Every day the kittens live is a triumph.
Despite ourselves, we’ve become attached to them. We tried to call them by their colors or markings, but Spot quickly became Fran. Even after determining that Fran was male, his personality was just too much like our neighbor Fran to be called anything else. Kelly calls him Francis O’Malley Brucklacher. Wonder why.
So far, they seem to be doing really well. Here’s a chart showing their weights, in ounces:
19-Jul | 22-Jul | 29-Jul | 31-Jul | |
Buffy | 4 | 4.7 | 7.2 | 8.8 |
Fran | 5.3 | 5.7 | 7.5 | 9.1 |
Stripe | 4.8 | 5.6 | 7.8 | 9.3 |
Little Gray | 3.8 | 5 | 6.6 | 7.9 |
They’ll be three weeks old on Wednesday August 4. Sometime that week, we’ll take them to the vet for worming. We’ll probably keep them until they are weaned and starting to use a litter box. We have two options at that point:
- The local humane society would take them and place them in a local pet shop, but there is no “no kill” guarantee.
- Alicia, who tried to get her MomCat to accept them, might be willing to take them back and find homes for them.
Kelly and I prefer the second option because it would put the kittens with other cats for socialization. Also, her home was so clean and she was clearly such a cat lover that I wouldn’t worry about the final homes she found for them.
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