distant memories of relaxing hot baths

As I got into the bath this evening I had a fleeting flash back to days when I’d run myself a nice hot bath, candle light and aromatherapy and a nice drink on the side.  Was it just a dream?  I jumped in the bath tonight – towels pegged onto the towel rail so they can’t be dragged off, clean clothes balanced on top of the door – the only place the kits can’t reach them.  No nice glass of wine on the side, because it would be on the floor before you could say “Sláinte”.  And candles? – don’t even go there.

I’d just sunk under the water when there was a scratting and a thunk, and I realised Rocket had finally managed to squirm through the gap in the bathside and wriggle under the bath.  I’ve seen him trying several times this week, so now he’s achieved his ambition.  I try to remember what pipes and wires are under there and whether to leave him to explore until I’m ready to get out. Whilst I’m weighing it up Rabbit charges in, straight up onto the edge of the bath, wobbling precariously and trying to guess whether you can stand safely on bubble bath or not.  I grab him and pop him back on the floor and fiddle with the side of the bath to release it for Rock to clamber out.  And then try to push it back in before his brothers all rush in to see what he’s been up to.

Happy days!

Crotchet has gone off to his new home yesterday, the last of Coco’s kits to go.  We’ve heard from his brother and sister during the week and they both seem to be doing well.  Little Crumble has made friends with her new brothers who have been taking her under their wings.  Cwaver has been checking out his super new toys and his new family.

Robin has had a bit of a breakthrough this weekend and started accepting being stroked.  Real head to tail purry strokes.  He’s wary still if you approach him head on, but whilst he’s eating, or whilst he’s in the general kitten cuddle scrum he’s fine.  After over two months of caring for him from a distance, its hard to describe just how lovely it is to finally be able to give him a cuddle.  These lads are such lovely boys – full of character, utterly adorable.

feliway & fingers crossed

It’s not exactly an ideal picture of feline harmony here at the moment, and poor Rosie seems to be the centre of all the arugments.  Poor love – she’s had to be a feisty mummy to protect her kits when they were born whilst she was living rough – but its not going down well now she’s in foster care.  She just can’t let it drop and grumbles and growls whenever she has a whiff or whisper of Coco and her family.  Sadly she’s taking it out on her own kits and lashing out at them, and I doubt that is doing their slowly developing confidence a deal of good.

Coco is gritting her teeth and trying to make the best of it.  At least she doesn’t have to worry about her kits falling into a canal any more.  We’ve named them Crumble, Crotchet and Cwaver (because they’re little black dots).  Not that we have any idea which is which 🙂

However the feeling all round is that it will be good when Rosie finds a home of her own.  I honestly believe than under all this she’s a lovely little puss.  She’s never ever shown any sign of aggression towards humans, and I think will settle down happily once she has a place to call her own.

Meanwhile we have the feliway plugged in ………….