I have decided to name the kitten Penelope, or Penny, for short. But her full name shall be Penelope Etheridge Heskett. HAHA. Simba's is Simba King Heskett, because he was named after The Lion King, of course. ;) At first I wasn't sure that Penny really fit her, but I love Penelope for her. (Especially now that I've seen her play a bit.) So it shall be!
I picked her up yesterday, shortly after she was spayed, and she was super skittish and out of it. She even bit Hannah because she got scared in the car and jumped out of Hannah's lap. So we put her in her carrier, and she was much better. And she LOVES that carrier. Simba hates to go in it. But I put Penelope's bed in it, and she stays in there a lot. After I got her, I brought her home for a wee bit, then took her to the vet, where he tortured her. He put a thermometer up her butt and took blood from both her arms (to do a kitten leukemia test -- which was negative, YAY!) When we went home, she was still super skittish and didn't want to be handled or whatever. I was getting nervous that she was going to end up being a really skittish cat who hides under beds all day. Last night, in my room, she slept in her carrier and in a box that I jerry-rigged for her. She didn't make a peep all night, which was great, 'cause I got my sleep. Haha.
When I woke up this morning, I got her some wet food (which she loves) because the vet was concerned she wasn't eating enough. While she was eating, I pet her gently and talked to her, and she ended up eating all her wet food, plus some dry food. Then I left for work, and my mom checked on her throughout the day.
Now (after work) she is eating a lot of dry food (so yay for that!) and she's playing a little with the toys I bought her. She's coming to me a little and letting me pet her, but she still doesn't like to be held. And she keeps laying by my window in the sunlight and playing with my bedskirt and her toy. And chasing her own shadow, haha. (That bedskirt is so screwed. Mom will freak out, but I'll pay for a new one. Haha.) And she hasn't gone in her carrier since I came home, which is awesome, because I thought she might live in there if she was allowed. She keeps doing this really adorable thing where she meows without making a sound. Haha. It's so cute. And her actual meow is just a little pipsqueak noise. I love it. She hates sudden noises and sudden movements, but overall she is doing so well. I was so worried yesterday. I mean, she was still hungover from being spayed, but I wasn't sure if the scaredy cat business was going to be more permanent. Anyway. I'm super psyched.
Now I just have to get her healthy and recovered from surgery and then introduce her to Simba. She'll probably be okay, because she lived at the animal shelter. At the vet, the sound of dogs barking didn't even phase her. But Simba will shit a brick. He's already wondering what the fuck is up. Haha.
Now she's falling asleep in the sun. SUPER CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I picked her up yesterday, shortly after she was spayed, and she was super skittish and out of it. She even bit Hannah because she got scared in the car and jumped out of Hannah's lap. So we put her in her carrier, and she was much better. And she LOVES that carrier. Simba hates to go in it. But I put Penelope's bed in it, and she stays in there a lot. After I got her, I brought her home for a wee bit, then took her to the vet, where he tortured her. He put a thermometer up her butt and took blood from both her arms (to do a kitten leukemia test -- which was negative, YAY!) When we went home, she was still super skittish and didn't want to be handled or whatever. I was getting nervous that she was going to end up being a really skittish cat who hides under beds all day. Last night, in my room, she slept in her carrier and in a box that I jerry-rigged for her. She didn't make a peep all night, which was great, 'cause I got my sleep. Haha.
When I woke up this morning, I got her some wet food (which she loves) because the vet was concerned she wasn't eating enough. While she was eating, I pet her gently and talked to her, and she ended up eating all her wet food, plus some dry food. Then I left for work, and my mom checked on her throughout the day.
Now (after work) she is eating a lot of dry food (so yay for that!) and she's playing a little with the toys I bought her. She's coming to me a little and letting me pet her, but she still doesn't like to be held. And she keeps laying by my window in the sunlight and playing with my bedskirt and her toy. And chasing her own shadow, haha. (That bedskirt is so screwed. Mom will freak out, but I'll pay for a new one. Haha.) And she hasn't gone in her carrier since I came home, which is awesome, because I thought she might live in there if she was allowed. She keeps doing this really adorable thing where she meows without making a sound. Haha. It's so cute. And her actual meow is just a little pipsqueak noise. I love it. She hates sudden noises and sudden movements, but overall she is doing so well. I was so worried yesterday. I mean, she was still hungover from being spayed, but I wasn't sure if the scaredy cat business was going to be more permanent. Anyway. I'm super psyched.
Now I just have to get her healthy and recovered from surgery and then introduce her to Simba. She'll probably be okay, because she lived at the animal shelter. At the vet, the sound of dogs barking didn't even phase her. But Simba will shit a brick. He's already wondering what the fuck is up. Haha.
Now she's falling asleep in the sun. SUPER CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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