Wednesday, July 22, 2015
A Little Needy, A Little Naughty
The kitten cage is set up in the craft room. They take their naps in the cage and it holds their litter box, water and food. They spend nights in there too, and between sleeps they roam freely in the craft room.
Yesterday, after a good play session, I tucked everyone into their cage to nap. A couple of hours later, I came in the room to feed them, and as I opened the door, I felt something brush against my foot. I just assumed it was Wylla because she's often found waiting by the kitten room door, hoping to slip inside to take a closer peek at them.
I put their lunch down and went to open the cage and free the hungry beasts. There were only three beasts inside.
I took inventory several times because I couldn't believe it was possible that there were only three inside. I looked around the room - no free-roaming kittens to be found. I opened the door and waiting on the other side was Sally.
She let out a giant "SqueeeEEEEeeeeEEEEeee".
I assumed I had somehow missed putting her into to the cage earlier that morning. Given their size, it just doesn't seem possible that anyone could slip out.
Later, I tucked the kittens away for the evening. All four were locked in their cage, I know this for sure because I made a point of counting this time. I left the door to the room open and set up a baby gate in the door frame with a fan blowing in to help with air movement, and turned out the lights.
A few minutes later, I found Sally climbing the gate.
"SqueeeEEEeeeEEEEeeee", she yelled.
I have no idea how she could have possibly slipped between the bars. I worry about the itty bitty ones slipping through , but given her size, unless she's turning herself into a liquid state, it just doesn't seem physically possible for her to pass between the bars without getting her belly stuck. Somehow, that determined girl managed to get through. Twice.
And so they don't get stuck, they're no longer closed up in their cage, and they're now roaming free in the craft room. I had to do a little modifying and rearranging to keep them safe through quarantine - hazards were removed and chairs (aka launch pads) were moved out.
Of course, I can't be mad at the wee girl. She's not trying to get out, really. She's just trying to get to me. When I'm in the room with them, she insists on being held, which I'll do for extended periods of time. When I try to put her down, she immediately scrambles up my leg, screaming the whole way.
She's needy, but a sweetie.