Caturday; July 28, 2012.

The meme is right! Cat traps really do work!

July 25, Wordless Wednesday.

Irene, Ralph, Clarke, Floyd, Floyd, General puppy goodness.

Corgi Fresh.

"Stephen T." Colbert. Making sure that carpet has that corgi fresh smell.

Tomorrow our wordless Wednesday will be puppies.

I've started to bring them out into a pen in the dining room during the day. They are toddling about, indiscriminately eliminating as they please. The pack is getting more used to them, despite still looking at the pups like three headed wonders.

Ralph will be the only "blue heeler" while Mary will be the only tux pup without speckles. Still no definite guess on who daddy was.

July 21 Caturday.

This is Shiva attempting to eat my strawberry Popsicle. Weird.

Wordless Wednesday July 18, 2012.

Drunken Little Sailors

As promised, puppy video HERE.

This video was taken at 12 days old, they are now 16 days old, and a bit more co-ordinated, but not by much.

Everyone has their eyes open now, they all like to toddle like drunken sailors and hop out of the kiddie pool, then squall like stuck piglets because they cannot get back into the kiddie pool with their litter mates.

I will be moving them to the kitchen in the next week ish so that they can see there is life outside of my master closet, and get a little contact with daily goings on and that they and my pack can get used to the idea that the other is real.

Super belated Caturday.

Since we do not know her origins prior to Easter 2012, and Dr Clark guessed her about 9 months at that time, I deemed July 13th, a Friday, Shiva's birthday. Nothing better than a Friday the thirteenth for a black cat right?

Tomorrow I promise puppy video!

Wordless Wednesday: Puppy portraits.

We are missing Clarke only because he decided pooing was much more important.

Cat's in the bag.

I wasn't kidding.

Wordless Wednesday. Ralph out cold.

(I know it's "wordless" but suffer; no he's not dead, just a super full belly, and yes, all the pups have names now. And yes, I changed the sheet right after his picture.)

Eight is enough.

Don't get me wrong, I would have accepted more, but eight is plenty. This also makes for the second litter of eight in the rescue, the other is 6 weeks old today.

Right now it's easy, I just change out bedding and keep Maya supplied with water and kibble. I'm sure this place will be a nut house once they're mobile. In fact, I know.

I think I've decided on names for all of them, just going to wait a bit before I decide who is who and announcing them all. That, and I need to be able to distinguish them all from each other, right now they're really just 4 white and 4 black pups. Bonus points because both girls are black.

As for the birthing process, Maya was a champ, super attentive, conscientious of her feet when moving, and she did everything herself. All I really did was offer water, rub down pups, and figure out who had what for body parts.

Every once in a while, I'll check in and a pup is wedged in behind her, blissfully sleeping. But everyone appears heathy and is happy. Least until one of my dogs dares to look through the baby gate at her or the pups. Then Maya is all curled lips and bared teeth. Normal, I know.

One day old, July 2, 2012.

Puppies!

Maya delivered 6 boys and 2 girls this morning in less than 4 hours. More information later, please enjoy your gratuitous puppy pic for now.

Caturday Roo Feets - 47 minutes late.

It's all about the angles.

Shiva had her spay nearly two months ago, her belly is taking its sweet time growing back in giving her the look of a victim of some sort.