Maxine’s three kitten babies are officially two weeks old.And my life for the past 2 weeks has been an almost continual assay of kitten safety: a big Ginger Tom killed one of the group on the first day (where is Maxine? are they afraid?), their growth (are their eyes open? are they eating properly?) and (most importantly) their level of cuteness. Which at 2 weeks old with their blue eyes open and their little paws willing to wrap around my fingers — 10/10.
After the attack on the kittens and the death of 3-day-old Pat, I moved the little family inside. Now we live in the Philippines in a one room place, so after 2 weeks of very little sleep (thanks to Maxine pawing my shoulder and cheeks + meowing the whole night), they are now living safely outside. In a sturdy cat cage built by my neighbour’s husband, and they learning to live in it. Gates strictly close at night.
So with the cats safety organised we still have the teething, the weaning, and the re-gifting ahead of us (oh and Maxine’s neutering). And with their level of cuteness a whomping 10/10, no doubt the transfer of my little David, Declan and Rosie to their new homes will be the worst of the three.
© 2018 Melinda J. Irvine