Pippa is a bit shy. She doesn't trust me. I'm hoping this is just temporary. It's only been a few days (I picked her up Friday night and it's just Tuesday morning). When I enter the room, she runs to her hiding spot under the dresser. Her kittens eventually follow her. Pippa is about 9 months old, just a baby herself. From what I've seen so far, she seems to be a good momma. She calls to her kittens and when I tried to remove one kitten that went to her, she tried to attack me.
The first kitten that came up to me had one eye crusted shut. She looked up at me and I believe she meant to say, "Excuse me, could you help me here?" I called her Pirate. Her sister climbed to my shoulder. I named her Parrot. And that's when I developed a theme - all names starting with P.
|Pippa the momma|
Parrot is another one of the three week old kittens. She likes me and loves to sit on my lap. Right now, she's my favorite. Yes, I am admitting to having favorites. She follows me around the room. She will lay on her back on my lap, sucking on her paws. It's quite cute. She's actually purrs for me when I rub her belly.
Pierce is one of Pippa's five kittens. He got his name after he bit my finger when I was bottle feeding him the first night. He was incredibly hungry and when I pulled the bottle away to angle it differently, he got a little huffy and lunged for the bottle, in the process chomping on my finger and drawing blood. He sort of likes me. He doesn't hiss at me quite as much as his siblings.
Peter thinks I'm evil. He runs to his momma when I come into the room.
Pickle is independent. At not even one pound, she likes to climb to the top of the five foot tall cat tower, where she'll sleep by herself for hours.
Today is day four with them. Some like me. Some do not. All are gaining weight. Some need to learn to use the litter box. Pippa hides from me but I'm hoping she and I will be friends. It's too soon to tell.