It’s cold outside, so Sneaky has eaten and gone back under the house to wherever she takes refuge (probably in some insulation ripped from ductwork, but I don’t really know).

I had Lady out of the cage today until I heard a “thumping” sound from the kitchen.  I turned around, and she had wrestled the steaks I had thawing on the kitchen counter nearly out to the parlor trying to get through the freezer Zip Lock bag.  Thankfully, she hadn’t broken through the plastic yet, and I rescued the steaks.  Lady is a definite carnivore.  She’s back in the cage and not complaining.  I’m pretty sure she knows she wasn’t supposed to be doing that.

Rossie and Ruby are still out and about a lot more.  Mr. L reports Rossie has been chasing someone through the house in the early morning hours.

We’re heading to San Antonio soon.  We discussed how to handle Lady and decided to bring the second cage to San Antonio with us, set it up, and only use it if Lady attacks Rossie (mess with Rossie, and Lady immediately goes into the cage).  We both suspect she might, but the kitty dynamics are sometimes different in San Antonio, so we want to see what will happen.  Rossie still races through the parlor to get to the kitchen for food, but Lady isn’t responding as aggressively to Rossie moving through.  Lady seems much less stressed in the cage.  For instance, I opened the door to allow her out this morning, and she made no move to leave for several minutes.  That was fine.  We didn’t rush her, and she came out on her own a short while later.

We seem to have a round of mild kitty flu going through the house.  In turn about half the cats have been barfing.  Such a pleasant thing.  Those of you with cats know what I mean.  Everyone seems to be okay today.

Daphne is one confident little kitten.  She’s growing well (four pounds when weighed for her final set of kitten shots on Monday).  She’ll go in to be spayed in late January.  The feral girls had their annual shots on Monday.  Delta weighs 11 pounds, and Ruby and Rossie each weighed seven pounds.  I was worried about how the girls would handle the trip to the vet, but they were all good as gold for Dr. Val.  Very proud of them, especially Rossie, who was clearly scared to be there, but she was a great little patient.