My god, I'm beat. Lily has been quite a handful, but ever adorable.
She is now officially accepted by the colony, which was proven by Prinny's washing. There is elaborate washing and submissive behavior going on, so that's all good. There's also ass to ass positions with the Falkie (Falk didn't wanna see her so he laid with his ass towards her, and she followed his example). There's plenty of sharing of the couch. Meanwhile her new owners are in Hawai, enjoying the good life.

Her mreowing is still present, but less. She no longers sleeps in the bathroom, as it is now safe for her to be with the other cats. She sleeps in between us, but is also able to sleep outside her bedroom, as long as she has the other cats. The mreowing fest has stopped. The only thing she is still very annoying about is food that isn't for her, which brings me to the more sad news.

Arwen isn't well. Last Friday, she already looked a bit iffy, but since her Feline Influenza often bothers her a bit when changes occur and stresslevels rise (new kitten, anyone?), I didn't think much of it. However, she got more apathic on Saturday and started to spread a foul smell. She was also clearly feverish. I called the vet, but he reassured me that it wasn't a problem to wait till Monday.

So come Monday, she hasn't eaten nor had a drink for two days at least (which I know isn't good). However, a shot of antibiotics and some IV-fluids got her feeling better and dropped her fever immediately. I came home and gave her some canned food, as she had difficulty eating (she has lesions in her mouth!). And that is where Lily just became a pain in the ASS!!! I actually had to forcefully make the matter clear to her before she dropped her attempts to at least managable (you know, you can actually sit down for five minutes instead of being a guarddog right next to Arwen). She loudly complained about her fate though.

Poor Arwen. I got out from my encounter with Lilith, when I walked up to Arwen, and the other kittens. They all sniffed Lilith on me. At first, Arwen was ok, she was sniffing and being confused.

It was however when I tried picking her up that she got scared. She started grouching and hissing at me. She jumped away, but I stopped her. She freaked. I eventually let her go and tried to win her over again with a toy. She relaxed again, but was still hissing at me.

And then the ambiguity started. She started rolling on the floor, a sign that she wants to be cuddled and petted, giving me her belly to cuddle, while silently protest meowing at me, which then turned in to a surpressed hiss. She was like...I know you, I want to reassure myself that you are good, but that smell!!! I took her with me to the couch and cuddled her, but she was hissing all over. I eventually let her go, after I noticed she was more aggrevated than scared.

It was the whole 'Fey-Fey' debacle all over (for those who were here a year ago, remember the moment I took the basket Faith had been brought in with out of the bathroom and Arwen was sitting on the scratching post, and wanted to cuddle to then hiss, run away and come back to run away again, coz of Fey's smell?).

I eventually left her alone, and she did come back to cuddle some furniture (to reassure herself and spread her scent) near me, but she hasn't come back to cuddle herself yet. Right now she is sitting in the window behind me, and she seems to have forgotten the ordeal. I'm gonna go found out now if she's still upset ;)

Today started out well. I get up, send my boyfriend to the bakery and set off to play a bit with my Arwen. She has this scratching post which is about as big as I am. It is used to feed her the special food and on the platform where her food is, there's also a little ball made out of rope hanging from an elastic band. Usually, she eats, and then climbs up to the highest platform just above it. Today was no different.

So I play with her a bit, lying on the highest platform, make her a bit jumpy and put the ball from the platform beneath her between her legs, since the elastic band is just long enough for that.. Usually, when I get her all jumpy, she likes clawing and biting the thing (keeps her from doing it to my hands).

At that point, I hear my boyfriend come in with the bread and as we are having a conversation, I hear a ton of screaming and dismayed mreows. I turn around, to find Arwen completely panicked about the fact that the evil ball has gotten hold of her foot and won't let go. I immediately swoop in, hold her so she doesn't get more entangled to then look at the problem. Meanwhile this kitten is grouching her ass off in complaints. I tell my boyfriend to hold her while I examine, but even looking at it was met with more grouching. I couldn't for the life of me understand how she'd gotten entangled like that. It didn't help that the elastic band was black and the ball white and Arwen is a black 'n white kitten! As she started grouching and panicking more, I took over from my boyfriend to reassure her, when he calmly suggested getting a pair of scissors. So, I was left with the kitten, while he found them, meanwhile trying to calm her down and keep her still. He eventually was able to locate the elastic band and cut it on both sides. A very anxious and flustered kitten was glad to jump in my arms.

Today we had a house of supercharged kittens. Everyone was running around like mad, meowing, pawing, hissing, hopping etc. Now that, we are used to. However, they invented a new game which makes 'mommy' very anxious.

You see, you take a kitty, put it in the big litter tray (which has a lid on it) in the living room, and corner it with two or three other cats. It's hilarious, since the cat in the litter tray has to get passed the two or three other ones. So why is 'mommy' anxious? Well, last time this game was going on, it ended with Prinny peeing all over my couch and bed!

Luckily, Arwen is usually less easily stressed and she is more into games. Falkie took it a bit far, so I shoed him off and cuddled the Arwen a bit to relax her somewhat. I'm just hoping this does not become a habbit, coz otherwise I'm not going to sleep very soundly from now on...

Wow, that was amazing. Yesterday, I got up rather early and by the afternoon, after I had some lunch, I was sooooo tired. Meanwhile, my cute little black 'n white kitten crawled into the couch with me and got comfy with me. It was divine. Here I was, stretched out on the couch, with a blanky over me, and on my chest, purring her little head off was a very much relaxed, stretched out kitten, all cuddly and happy to be under the blanky with me. She was actually fully stretched out and using my cheek as a pillow. We had a blissful two hour cat nap and woke up all revived and tingly in every limb (such a relaxing feeling *mmMMmm*)

After that, Arwen jumped out of the couch, stretched and took some time to eat and socialize with the rest of the colony. I took care of some other stuff myself, and once I got back in the couch, she rejoined me and we spent a lovely evening cuddling in front of the TV. A true mother-kitten day ;)

My two biggest fluffballs are sooo cute. Yesterday, I sprayed some catnip on the carpet. At first there was a stand off between all six of them to get to the spot, and of all kittens, Trini took it over. After she was done though, Fey Fey was next. I couldn't believe it.

Turns out she was finally relaxed enough to enjoy a little catnip. Before yesterday I didn't even know she was sensitive to catnip (it's a genetic thing, some cats do not react to it). But she spent about 25 minutes rolling around, stretching, cuddling and being all kinds of crazy. At this point though, Arwen decides that it is her turn. And Fey was not agreeing. They started rolling around to get the most out of the catnip while pushing each other away. So I'm looking at this stripey white-black gigantic longhaired ball of furr rolling like crazy over my carpet. I am sooo bummed I didn't have my camera! Utterly adorable ;)

Well, this evening when I checked, she had finished all her water under the cabinet, and most of the food. However, when looking underneath the cabinet, there was no Faith to be seen.

When I checked the other hide-out in that tiny room, the scratching post on the other side of the room, she was there. With still big eyes but clearly more relaxed posture she stared back at me. I checked the litter tray, though, and there was still nothing in there so... we' ll see :) I took away the lids I used to serve food on, and hope she'll feel comfy enough now to eat during the hours she knows she'll be alone. By now she should know I only check on her in the morning and the evening, which should reassure her.

I will wait till I actually catch her running around, and see her hiding under something because I enter, to start play and fun and bribing to get her to accept humans. For now, I want her to realize she is safe. That is priority number one.

As for our Arwen, she is running around meowing like mad. This morning, when I checked one more time on Faith and took with me her basket (to give back to the person it belonged to), I passed our Arwen who was snoozy on the scratching post. I'd done the same on my way there, and was therefore caught af guard when I was greeted by a very confused Arwen who started hissing at me and running away. When I called her back, she did approach me with a very meowy voice. She didn't want to come all the way though, so when I went up and met her, she only started hissing when I put out my hand, to then run off again.

Well, I've been away for the weekend and boy did I miss my kitties. I got home yesterday, got my cuddles, and my luggage and shoes got sniffed elaborately.

My boyfriend ordered himself some pizzahut yesterday, since he had no idea when I'd be home and left one of the bags they deliver the food in on the floor. This resulted in a bonkers Arwen, and a moody Prinny and Lulu. Arwen decided that attacking the bag was a good idea, but then when she did attack it, it made noise as plastic bags tend to do. That amped her up, up to the point where she was constantly moving her paws, the bag made a noise, and she attacked it again. She spooked herself, got in trouble with the Prinny because Prin was going bonkers at the erratic movements of the Arwen. Prinny then proceeded to take her hunting instincts out on Lulu, who then promptly did the same with Arwen.

And people ask me why I don't travel more... I have all the entertainment I need right here ;)