They love boxes so both watched me open the box, then sniffed each part and watched me wash everything. When it was put together and water was added they just sniffed at it.  As soon as the power went on and the water started to run, they both backed up a couple of steps and just watched it.  Both watched for an hour.

Alex was the first to get close, putting her paw underneath the fountain.  Then dip her paw in the water.  This carried on for over an hour, Paw in, shake the water off, and run away.

They realised that they could drink from it, now they are drinking from all the levels of the fountain. They seem to love it.

Katherine

GoCat indoor sounded great.  So I put it on my Asda delivery order.  When my groceries arrive it sits in the hallway for the kittens to sniff through and check everything out.  Otherwise they follow me into the kitchen and try to get to everything. If they sniff, they sit on their food table and watch me, makes life easier.

This time they sniffed through everything and found the GoCat bag, they sniffed it and moved on.  It was sealed so I didn’t think anything of it I put it on the kitchen floor and put the rest of the groceries away.

The next morning I walked into the kitchen and found the bag, clawed open and bits on the floor.  Every morning assoon as I walk into the kitchen both Cleo and Alex jump onto their feeding table and Alex is very vocal about food.  As soon as I fill their bowls up with more GoCat Indoor cat food, they munch away and are happy.

Katherine

Saturday morning I got up and walked around my bed finding a crust on the floor.  When I came into the sitting room there were no more crusts left on the plate.  I am still finding them.  It became a matter of which kitten was doing it.

So I gathered up the crusts, put them on a plate and set them in the middle of the floor.  Cleo sauntered over sniffed and walked off, but Alex, she ran over and picked one up and threw it up in the air.  I’ve seen cats play with mice, and it was exactly the same.  She got bored with one, then picked up another one and ran off.

I ate the leftovers today and she watched until I finished.  then played with one crust then put a paw at one end and started to eat the crust.  Cleo still can’t be bothered with them.

Katherine

So I thought a proper pet stroller would help them and make going to the vet easier.  Fond a deal on ebay.  It looked sturdy and easy to push.  And the colour was not too bad, not bright and “look at me” but quite sedate.

It also looked versatile so I could use it when I get a car.  It can be unclipped from the stroller frame and straps attached.  They are for hooking over a seat headrest to hold securely.

Cleo and Alex would hop in and out of the basket.  Thought this might be a good sign.  So I did a test drive.  First in the sitting room.

I shoved Cleo in and zipped it up.  Then watched as he found a weak spot.  The zipper does not go all the way around.  The zipper only goes down the sides.  Then at the front is a clip in the middle, so on the front there is space on each side that anyone can stick a hand in.

A cat can stick it’s head out and depending on what angle they can stick a paw and a head.  Cleo started choking at that point.  I was not impressed.

I found some heavy duty sticky velcro.  It takes 24 hours to set.  So I waited then put the two monsters in, zipped it up and went out the front of the house.  They whined less then usual, but still tried to escape but half heartedly.

When I got back inside they both tried to escape and Alex started to choke.  It was not good.  They had ripped the velcro off.  I thought that maybe this was because the velcro was old and the sticky back was probable not as strong as it was originally.  So Saturday I walked to the high street and picked up some more.

I put it on and waited until this morning to test it.  Put the cats in the carrier, attached it to the stroller and off we go.  We had walked about 3 blocks before Cleo’s nose was out.  Then his head, then a paw and head, then choking.  I stuffed him not too gently back.  This continued for the rest of the walk.  Twice I tipped the stroller up to try and push them to the back.  That didn’t work.

When I got to the vet, I was a tad stressed.  Gave my name and told to sit down.  I waited an hour and was the last to be seen.  Don’t think I was logged in properly as the receptionist had to go in and tell him I was there.  Not like he didn’t see me each time he came out for someone.  Even those who arrived after me.

When we went in, Alex got her stitches out, yeh.  I held her and she didn’t squirm while he used the blade to cut the stitches, they came out easily and her wound is healing well.  Then I had Cleo weighed, and found out that I needed different flea treatment for Cleo then Alex.  He is now 4kg 2 pounds.  A big boy, almost grown up.

The vet used some strong tape to try and seal the carrier.  My trip home was better but as soon as I got in the door, they were worse, and scratching to get out, I unzipped one side and both shot out.

I need to find out who the make is and tell them about their flawed design.

Katherine

Not all trees will do this so I don’t know when I am going to see a tree and have an asthma attack.  Happens more at home where it is minus 30 at the moment.  Guess I’m not going home for Christmas!!!

My 4 foot tree is one from Woolies, I used to live above a shop next to Woolworths and bought quite a lot of decorations and things there.  This tree has lasted well.  Easy to put together, think it took me longer to get into the box.  The cats thought the box was exciting, Cleo sat in it and refused to get out.

Then when the tree was up and Cleo had been lifted from the box he started sniffing about, then tried to eat the tree!  The cat disciplinarian has had to come out and Alex (who was chewing on a light) was sprayed.  After another few sprays they have now decided that it is nap time, round 2 to follow…

Katherine

The poor little thing was terrified of Cleo, Emily calls him giant cat, but I don’t think my baby is that big, just big in comparison to the babies. Hobbes calmed down a bit ad played with Alex.  The two of them making terrible noises, even Emily was a bit worried they were killing each other.  I told her that was exactly how I felt when they first arrived but they seem to run back at each other when you pull them apart.

It took most of the evening to put the cabinets up but they were easier then we all thought, thank you IKEA!  When we had finished and Emily, Adam and Hobbes had gone home Cleo and Alex started sniffing around the new cabinets.  I put them in one so they could sniff around, guess it passed inspection.

Katherine

Then roll it around the floor. When I would fill it up as soon as he was large enough to jump on top he would push it over and pull my clothes out.  Oh what fun!

Then he ripped it up and the wire came out of one side.  So that had to go.  I decided that the next laundry basket for my clothes would be solid (from ikea) but I could get another one from the pound shop for the babies.

I don’t think I even had it out of the shopping trolley before both Cleo and Alex were sniffing at it.  When it popped open Cleo jumped on it and sat in it for the afternoon, until food was put out.  It is netting so it is not like he is hidden, but he waits until Alex or me walk past then lunges at us.

I tend to put toys on the top and watch him bat them. Too funny!

Katherine

They called that afternoon to say the op went well and Cleo needed to stay for a few more hours before coming home, so at 3:30 I arrived to pick him up.

I was told he had not eaten nor had he made a sound since waking.  That he might be groggy and have a loss of appetite until the aesthetic cleared his system.  My poor baby.  The nurse brought him out in his cage.  I of course asked how my baby was and he started meowing and making his normal talking noise.

The nurse just laughed and said he knew who his mommy was.  He cried all the way home.  As soon as we arrived in he ran over to the food and scarfed it up.   He didn’t seem to have any adverse effects and was chasing the babies around most of the day.

Katherine

I took everyone to the vet on the Thursday after they arrived.  Cleo had his operation on the Friday, the little snip snip.  The kittens took their shots and recovered with no problem, and the house was only slightly quiet with Cleo gone on Friday.

Emily had seen kitten black and fell in love.  I had told her that kitten black was a cuddly kitten, unlike Cleo and kitten brown who wanted to play and fight then sleep.  Kitten black wanted to curl up on my lap or on the blanket beside me, always touching.  At night he would curl up at the end of the bed and not move, whereas Cleo and kitten brown ran around like maniacs.

Emily decided that kitten black would fit in in her home. But since she travels back home sometimes she wanted to make sure that I could babysit when she was away, fine by me because kitten black is so lovely.

I got a call that evening saying that kitten black had been named Hobbes and they could pick him up the next Monday.  I called kitten brown Alexandria (Alex) and started worming them.

Katherine

Cleo just wanted to play and the two kittens (we will call them kitten brown and kitten black for now) were not sure what was going on and were hissing and spitting at Cleo, who was ignoring that and chasing them around.

Sarah left them for the weekend so I could choose which one to keep.  They were so tiny and fought all the time.  The two kittens would hide under the sofa and fight, making horrible squealing noises.  When they ate they had to have different plates because they would growl if anyone came too close.  Kitten black was the funniest.  He would put his paw on his plate between the food any anyone else (usually kitten brown) then grab huge mouthful jump a bit and growl more before hitting his paw on the plate.

Should have taken a video, but my phone is not that great and my video camera doesn’t plug into my laptop.  But it was funny.

By Sunday morning Cleo was herding the kittens, each time they tried to leave the sitting room, he would chase after them and bring them back.  He turned into a real mother hen.  When they were under the sofa he would watch them, though he did chase after them and try and join in.  A giant cat with tiny cats.

Katherine