The couple who have been pet sitting for us are fostering some kittens so young that they had to be bottle fed. They invited us over to see them last week, so Leah could get another kitten fix.

There were actually two sets, one about two weeks older than the other. There were at least eight total, not including their own, older cats.The little kittens were all pretty well socialized, which is not surprising consider that they have to be handled so much.
All the cats, both young and old, seemed to get along quite well. At least one of the older cats likes to groom the kittens.

Sometimes the kittens are not really into it, but the older cat is pretty insistent.

Maybe they don’t smell good.

As usual for a bunch of month-or-two-old kittens, they play hard.It’s hard to tell just what is what in the photo, but it was about as hard in real life.

Leah was in cat heaven for a while. It’s sad that none of our cats are nearly as friendly and affectionate as all of these cats, both kittens and adults. Even Mollie, our newest cat, who we thought might be a good pet, is mostly indifferent to us, although she appears to enjoy being petted. I told Leah we should trade one of ours for one of the kittens, but she isn’t thrilled about having a kitten that small.

All the small ones are fosters who eventually will go to new homes. I think they’ll make good cats for someone.

Like most cats, Mollie likes to jump up onto things. She particularly likes to investigate Leah’s dresser. She even more particularly likes to investigate the drawers.

She’s not necessarily interested in the contents. She’s really wants to get behind the drawers. The construction of the dresser prevents that, but she has found a way into the deep recesses of the bathroom vanity.

Once on top of the dresser, there really isn’t much to see.

Except that other cat.

What a good looking cat.

She checks it out for a while, but, really, nothing much other than grasshoppers can keep her interest for very long. Time for a nap.

Dusty continues to strike cute and photogenic poses. Here he is on the front porch, scrunched up against the front of the house.

And here he is in his “Whoa mama! I fell to my death off the porch!” pose.

The cats will do almost anything to find a slightly cooler place to lie down these days.

When we picked our new cat Mollie up from the vet’s on Tuesday afternoon, we found out that she had already been spayed. The vet looked for a scar when we first took her in, but didn’t see one. When she did the surgery, she thought the scar from the original surgery was too jagged to be a result of surgery. So she went ahead and opened her up.

She wasn’t able to eat much that evening, but her appetite has returned. This is her walking away from her bowl after eating some cat food Friday night.

The shaved area on her abdomen is barely visible in front of her right rear leg.

We have been letting her out occasionally but Leah is not comfortable leaving her outside without monitoring her. She doesn’t do much but walk around curiously for a while and then lie down under the truck with Smokey. It’s been in the 90’s and very humid here, so neither Leah nor I are keen on standing around chaperoning her for very long.