When I woke up at 6 am, George was awake, and we went to check on kittens. He’d had an adventurous night!
About midnight last night Sylvie decided to move her kittens. This could go well or badly, and she chose badly – luckily George heard them mewing and rescued them, or I hate to think what would have happened!
Sylvie and the kittens were in my big, wire dog crate, with the door open so she could go out to her food, water, and litter box. The crate has a nice pad with a bumper all around, so I thought it was an ideal set-up. But I hadn’t reckoned on her trying to move them!
Around midnight, she got restless and went to work. She picked up one, and carried it to a cardboard box nearby. What is it with cats and boxes? It would have been fine, but the box was filled with books. When George came in, she had moved three, and they had fallen down into the cracks between the books. He had to carefully remove books and rescue each one from its little crevasse.
Then he found a couple of low boxes and lined them with towels. He put one in the crate and one just outside – and after that she settled down. When we checked in the morning, they were all still in the crate.
She tried again later, however. George had moved the book box up onto the desk, and closed it. But she tried for it anyway. When she couldn’t get into the box, she took the kitten and put it in the paper grocery bag right next to it! It didn’t like this plan, and was squeaking loudly!
Time for lockdown. Once everyone was safely in the crate I shut the door. This arrangement wouldn’t work for very long, because I would need to go in and let her out often, so she could get at the necessaries – but it’s only temporary. Our foster kitties, Nico and Ninja, are leaving with their new mom today, and Sylvie will move to the “Jiro Palace” later today. Whew!