Killing me.
My DH would like to thank you from the bottom of his wallet for curtailing my purchase of three tonnes of toys and a mamoth kitty climby scratchy tower thing.
At five weeks old yesterday.....
Lilly can run. Annoyingly in the direction of DS when he walks in. Me who sterlises, feeds, botty rubs, flea treats, worms, tends to her very survival....nada.
Lilly can suck. Like drain a bottle in seconds and then burp in my face.
Lilly won't use the litter tray. Full stop outright furious squeaky refusal.
Lilly won't lap milk from any container. Full stop outright furious squeaky refusal.
Lilly acts like highly epensive, best quality, bankrupting baby kitty food is poisen. Fluff on the floor however ....is delicious.
Lilly won't poo. She is bloody holding it again and is getting increasingly hard to stimulate botty wise cos her claws and teeth are present and correct and she knows how to use them. She is also a tiny Houdini and wriggles to olympic gold standard.
I have now not left the house, or even got out the front gate, for three solid weeks and am getting island fever.
She is lucky i love her, cos between her and MIL (to be fair more MIL than her, Lilly has yet to scream "whore" at me for three hours solid til the neighbours come out and chunter) I am on my knees.
But she has to wean (and poo) soon. Please God, make her suddenly find milk in a saucer and kitty baby food delicious and the litter tray attractive and pee/poo inducing.
I am looking back on taking care of two weeker and thinking "them were the days, when it was all so easy" Nemisis for being desperate for her to grow.