Never A Dull Moment

Domino and Momcat go to the snippy place tomorrow to lose their reproductive bits. I'm to drop them off, and nedlnthred will pick them up. Well and good.

The problem is, segregating them for the 12 hours beforehand so they don't eat or drink.

There being noplace else, I came staggering back from having been plied with wine and food by caelfinn et iugus to find[1] them shut in my room, and not terribly pleased. They're both companionable beasts, so no destruction occurred, but Momcat escaped twice leading to wacky chases (and a nicely clawed hand). Now they're settled down, and Domino is rolling all over my kybard in his effort to cadge scritchies--this post has taken 2x as long to compose as I remove the catlike typing--and Momcat has managed to turn on my PC in her peregrinations.

[1] I did get a text message with this information, but did not see it 'til after the fact. Sometimes the buzzing in my purse feels like train vibrations.

On the Misery of Helplessness

Piewacket has taken against her kittens. She has ignored them for the last ~18 hours, and hisses when they come near her. I tried bottle-feeding them, but although I know they're hungry--they crawl all over me and root against every bit of warm skin they encounter--they don't seem able to grasp the whole bottle concept. Five helpless little tiny bundles of fluff frantically crying and crawling on you, fighting to live, and you can't do anything for them; that's slit-your-wrists territory there.