Well, it's been rough couple of months, but we're back :P
Sooo much has happened. The story I wanna tell today though, is the one of Fey Fey.

A couple of months ago, all was quiet in the house, when suddenly the Fey decides it is time to grow up. In the middle of the quiet night, I'm lying in my bed when this kitten next to me goes "mreoooww", just once. I remember thinking:" That's odd, Fey doesn't usually use verbal signals." And all went quiet again. The next morning though, I get up to feed the colony when Fey mreows at me loudly..and again....and again. Not half an hour later, she has made her point. Mreow pretty much equaled "get me a hot young stud, now!" During the day, she gets worse. I called the clinic which were luckily able to get me an appointment in two days. In the evening, she starts rolling around on the carpet like a mad kitten. It was like having Lulu and Prinny in heat all at the same time! Luckily, she went from mreowing to prrring and rolling by the evening, so we could go to bed in a relatively quiet house.

That night, I hear the Fey mrrrooing and I ignore it. At some point though, I start hearing this sound going 'Mrr mrrr mrr.' I wake up, go look at her. And what I see at that point was just...surreal. I'm looking at this Fey, all horny and twirly on the floor, and a Falkie looking at her very confused. He tries to lick her face, she mrrrs, he tries to play with her, she mrrss some more at him. Finally, he had decided to get on top of her, since that's what she wanted, bite her neck...but then he kinda got confused as to what to do next. I'm standing there in disbelief, looking at a neutered male cat which had never shown any interest in Lulu when she went all horny and mad, when suddenly a thought occurs to me: "Mmm, I guess men of all species need to be taught how to do this properly." It didn't help that I'd seen another species, nl horses, at it a week before, and that the stallion had been an inexperienced one as well.

Well, Falkie seems to be healing wel from his injuries. The unfortunate thing is that everytime his immune system gets a jab, such as the eye-thing, he creates too much smear in his ears, which eventually leads to an ear-infection. Very fun, especially during the Easter-weekend. I just cleaned out his ears every day, and it seems to work.

As the eye heals, so the ears seem to muster up less smear every day. It does not look red yet, nor does it seem painful(he lets me clean them out easily enough, though clearly reluctantly), or does it smell wrong, so I am really hoping I averted an infection. I have to go to work in the clinic tomorrow, so I will ask the question, but so far so good.

The thing is, since January, we've had a Falkie with an infected eye, a Lulu with an infected eye and a re-infected eye, and now again a Falkie with an infected eye. And this morning we finally saw why: it seems our Prinny is the culprit. This we already suspected but we had no clue why the hell she was always so able to land that claw right in the right eye.
This morning however, we saw Prinny at the food dish with the Falkie. Now, I use large bowls as four of my five cats eat from that food. So they are perfectly able to eat together from that dish. The thing is, that Falkie has the extremely annoying habit to sit right across from Prinny, in the corner, which makes him quite literally steal the food from under her nose.

Sigh, we are back to square one. Someone in this household does not like Lulu and Falkie to use their eyes. And I suspect our Prinny, though Trini might also be the culprit. Falk is again running around with a red eye, squinting and therefore I have to again hunt him down every day to medicate him. It never ends!

The cat is paranoid enough of me as it is, with all the care he already needed. He still runs out of my way when he sees me coming, though he often enough comes and cuddles in bed or on the couch when it is obvious I aint holding no ointments. And now I am gonna give him every reason in the world to keep this behaviour going.

I am seriously considering getting a couple of cat claw clippers, since my kitties don't seem to be able to control themselves and some (aka Prinny) do not comprehend the concept of retractable claws..

Oh well, at least I know better than to panick, since this aint the first time. Yay :P