It's the start of a new year, and safety is on my mind. It's my annual reminder to check the batteries in your smoke detectors, carbon monoxide alarms, and other safety devices. Check the expiration date on your fire extinguisher, make sure everything is up and running properly. Here's to a safe year!
Today, Floki's five kittens are 25 days old. They look fairly healthy. A couple of them are a little thin, but none of them seem sick in any way. Blue Star (above) and Ginger Bear are the two biggest kittens. Yuri (below) and Cloud are the smallest, and Butter Beer seems healthy, but prefers not to explore yet.
My heart breaks when I hear him crying and when I come in I find him slowly spinning in circles and crying because he's lost. Even if he's just inches from the other kittens. I moved the food and water dishes to the base of the kitty tree, then pushed the kittens' blanket to the edge of the carpeted base. This should allow Amos and the other kittens to check out the food and water bowls while maintaining a similar feeling under-foot without touching the linoleum floor. So far Amos isn't impressed.
He does come running when he hears my voice and when held he often tries to climb my hands, my shirt, or my pants if I'm sitting down. Unfortunately, with no eyesight he's also a major fall risk, so we have to be very careful with him. He just seems to tiny and frail right now. I really hope that he can catch back up and gain some weight. I keep trying to set him near Floki when she's sitting at the food dish or if I see her laying with the other kittens, but as soon as I try to intervene, she walks away.
If I'm completely honest, I did not think that Amos would survive this long. Every day with him is a blessing, and I am holding my breath as he grows, just hoping he survives. I have poured all of my love into this tiny furball. His momma died, his dad is neutered now, so there will never be another quite like him. If he survives, Amos will be neutered and will stay with us.