Yet Another Kitten Update
Mar. 18th, 2012 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteIt's been a little while since I've updated Moxie's adoring fan club with her status, and I figure those of you eagerly waiting on the exploits of your favorite brain-damaged kitten are due for another hit. For the rest of you... um... cute pictures ahead?
She's nine months old, now, almost ten. Developmentally, she's still somewhere around 12 weeks, give or take. She's grown to a whopping four pounds, she's figured out (more or less) how to eat from a bowl, how to actually find her food when she's hungry, and (mostly) how to use the litterbox - as long as we put her in her room when it's time for her to go.
She can jump over barriers, and managed to climb one step once, though she then got very confused and couldn't make it any further. She plays with toys, and thinks my other cat's tail is the most awesome thing in the world; luckily he can escape her by hopping onto the sofa. She doesn't seek out human contact, but we've found she likes to be in line-of-sight with us. She'll tolerate being picked up, if she's tired; otherwise she squirms or yowls.
She scared the bejeebers out of us a couple of weeks ago when she started having seizures again, but that seems to have been an isolated episode or two - any tests I can do myself have all come back normal, and I have neither the money nor, to be honest, the inclination to pursue an MRI or CT - it's not like the results would change my plans or my love for her; brain surgery isn't in what I think are her best interests. She's happy, and that's enough for me.
The biggest change, at the moment, is her haircut. Last week, at the request of the staff, I brought her to one of the clinics I work at, where the groomer promptly whisked her out of her carrier and into her Groomer Cave, from whence she emerged about an hour later clean, whiter than she's been since I weaned her, angry as hell... and shorn almost to her skin.
Before - see how big she got?
And after, with extra bonus angry-face
I love my little special-needs baby....
She's nine months old, now, almost ten. Developmentally, she's still somewhere around 12 weeks, give or take. She's grown to a whopping four pounds, she's figured out (more or less) how to eat from a bowl, how to actually find her food when she's hungry, and (mostly) how to use the litterbox - as long as we put her in her room when it's time for her to go.
She can jump over barriers, and managed to climb one step once, though she then got very confused and couldn't make it any further. She plays with toys, and thinks my other cat's tail is the most awesome thing in the world; luckily he can escape her by hopping onto the sofa. She doesn't seek out human contact, but we've found she likes to be in line-of-sight with us. She'll tolerate being picked up, if she's tired; otherwise she squirms or yowls.
She scared the bejeebers out of us a couple of weeks ago when she started having seizures again, but that seems to have been an isolated episode or two - any tests I can do myself have all come back normal, and I have neither the money nor, to be honest, the inclination to pursue an MRI or CT - it's not like the results would change my plans or my love for her; brain surgery isn't in what I think are her best interests. She's happy, and that's enough for me.
The biggest change, at the moment, is her haircut. Last week, at the request of the staff, I brought her to one of the clinics I work at, where the groomer promptly whisked her out of her carrier and into her Groomer Cave, from whence she emerged about an hour later clean, whiter than she's been since I weaned her, angry as hell... and shorn almost to her skin.
Before - see how big she got?
And after, with extra bonus angry-face
I love my little special-needs baby....
