Now that the introductions are out of the way, we can fast-forward a few months. It's now nearing the end of November, and Bishop's been with us nearly a year, and Trix has been with us since June.
As it turns out, I am not smarter than a kitten. In my defense, it's been probably close to 12 years since I raised a kitten from weaning, and I'd forgotten how much like toddlers they can be! For example - we took Miss Trix in to have her spayed. The vet paperwork said, "keep her from licking the incision for five days". So we put up the puppy playpen we got to quarantine her when she was tiny. It only took her 2 1/2 days to figure out how to break out of it, run under our bed, and wiggle out of the tube sock I had around her middle. So I figured, okay, I'll cut out arms, so she can't wiggle out of that again. Right. 2 days later, while we were sleeping, under the bed, and out of the sock t-shirt again.
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| Stylin' in her tube sock t-shirt |
We finally had to board her at the vet's for five days, because not only was the paperwork wildly optimistic about her healing time (Five days ha! More like 17!) but I had to sleep sometime! And although I don't recommend it, boarding at the vet for five days is definitely a way to get a non-snuggly kitten to want to snuggle when she gets home! (It wore off, though).
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| Snuggle baby |
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| The Demon Thief of Dement Ave. in action |
Now that she's completely healed and back to her normal nuclear-powered self, we have discovered that she is a thief. We find all sorts of things that she has "lifted" from where we left them, buried in all sorts of places. Like in the couch, or under the kitchen rugs, or in our bed. Hence the nickname "Demon Thief of Dement Ave."
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