I took the munchkins, aka kittens to their first veterinary appointment today. There, I learned that we have two boys and a girl. My assumption that the little shy one was female turned out to be bunk. She is a he. So I can't call her Pippi as in Pippi Longstocking, so I'll call him Pip as in Pip Sqeak. Pip Squeak Todd-Niederpruem. What do you think of that? They are also younger than I guessed, six-eight weeks according to the vet. They got poked, prodded and fondled today, most of which they tolerated well (though that fecal test makes me squirm just to watch). Anyway, they are healthy, with the small one on the skinny side but otherwise OK. To give you an idea of their sizes, the biggest weighed in at 1.6 lbs. Next, #2, tipped the scales at 1.3 lbs. The bitty Pipster barely registered at half a pound! None of them would have made it at the local humane society. Any cats admitted there under two pounds are immediately axed. Did I mention that before? Now, how humane is that? How could I rescue them, only to have them offed by the cat police?
The doctor gave me some serious meds yesterday to smash my asthma symptoms and get me functioning again. They are so potent that I can only take them for three days without swelling up like a balloon, hallucinating and growing a pair, if you know what I mean. They're working, but I can feel the hair sprouting from my chest as I type this. I haven't coughed in over an hour,which has been oh, so nice. Maybe becoming a baritone is a small price to pay for a little air.
Ron picked all the ripe coffee cherry he could find today. That's what you see in his hands above. The gooey fruit part surrounding the bean/seed is actually sweet. The skin is bitter. We'll probably plant these.
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