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Little Hendrietta, the supposed feral my dog found when she was only 3 weeks old, is now 5 and a half months. She is so lively, getting into and up on places no other kitten dared go. This morning she jumped up onto the stove while I had the kettle on to boil. I think one of her little hind feet got hot because she held it up and looked at it but I examined it very closely and it's ok and she is using it ok.
Then this afternoon she disappeared. She has never failed to come when I call her but she didn't come. I was doing a laundry, something I take pains to be careful she does not get into and I was SURE she didn't get into the washer or the drier but I opened them both back up and checked. Then I looked outside in the snow for little kitten tracks, even though, again, I am very careful when I let the dog out. No tracks. Finally I remembered I had washed and disinfected the hummingbird feeders and put them away for the winter in the cold room, downstairs. And there she was. She was probably crying to me when I called her but she has a very small little voice. She did a nice number on the insulation on the door in her attempts to claw her way out. Boy, did I get big purrs and cuddles when I let her out. The little monkey.
Oh, and for any who remember my post about Hendrietta going into heat at only 5 months old, it's over. Lasted just shy of a week and no more calling, flagging and her appetite is back. Whew.
Then this afternoon she disappeared. She has never failed to come when I call her but she didn't come. I was doing a laundry, something I take pains to be careful she does not get into and I was SURE she didn't get into the washer or the drier but I opened them both back up and checked. Then I looked outside in the snow for little kitten tracks, even though, again, I am very careful when I let the dog out. No tracks. Finally I remembered I had washed and disinfected the hummingbird feeders and put them away for the winter in the cold room, downstairs. And there she was. She was probably crying to me when I called her but she has a very small little voice. She did a nice number on the insulation on the door in her attempts to claw her way out. Boy, did I get big purrs and cuddles when I let her out. The little monkey.
Oh, and for any who remember my post about Hendrietta going into heat at only 5 months old, it's over. Lasted just shy of a week and no more calling, flagging and her appetite is back. Whew.
