Now, as soon as I open the door to let them out into the rest of my house, they take off like a bat out of hell and then it`s good luck trying to get them back. They will dart back and forth from under the dining room table and the chesterfield. Jean has a habit of hiding behind the cabinet because she`s so tiny and I have to move what seems like a mountain to get at her.
I let them have their run of the place, but I must keep a very close eye on them while they are out as one time I went into my office to do a bit of paperwork and I heard a *CRASH* and went back to the living room to find that my lamp had been knocked over and my picture frame was face down on the floor.
This litter definitely does not come when called, unlike another litter that I had where when I called out "KITTENS!" they would all come running, some sliding sideways to get to me. It was the cutest thing. My husband tried calling them and they just all looked at him, like "you`re kidding, right?"
The only way to get this batch back into the bathroom is to enlist the help of my husband to catch the kitten going the opposite way, or if all else fails, to bring out my trusty Dyson.
A foster mom has to do what a foster mom has to do.
A foster mom has to do what a foster mom has to do.
Bloomer posing in front of the blooms of orchids |
Vancouver Orphan Kitten Rescue Association
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