Beatrice is off visiting her Forever Mommy. She'll come back to me on Friday because her Forever Mommy is moving apartments, and then going away for much of the summer. Still, it's good that she'll get to be with her forever mommy, and it means I'll get more sleep tonight. (Beatrice likes to pounce on me. A lot.)
This also means for the next few days I can spend more time with the Wee Wild Kittens.
Zoe hissed at me-- the tiniest little hiss you've *ever* heard-- which I was actually glad about. This shows some spunk. She still let me pick her up and sat in my lap all limp with fright. I combed out all the ucky, ucky dead fleas and dirt. (Well, maybe not all, but a terrifying amount. I'll comb them both again tomorrow.) Then she got erythromicin (sp?) for her eye troubles. I'm sure she was thrilled.
I did the same procedure with Mal, although he tried to escape a little bit by crawling very slowly out of my lap. Thankfully he had fewer dead fleas and such in him thanks to the vet tech's ministrations yesterday. He's a really gorgeous kitten-- turns out he's not all black with an undercoat but instead many shades of brown, black and even silvery. His ears are far too large for him (as are his paws) so I think he's going to be bigger than either of his sisters (or just have bat ears forever, heh.)
It's going to take some work to get them to trust me at all, but given the shape they're in, I'm not sure they'd have made it much longer out in the 'wild.' I don't know how I'm going to find homes for them, and I don't know what's going to happen at their 6 month FeLV retest, but we're making steps in the right direction, I'm sure of it.
(See? I'm not wallowing in self-pity at the moment! Yay for Project-Cat back on track!)