About a week ago I gave the kittens a little hedgehog that squeaks when it’s batted around. They loved it, and therefore Chance felt compelled to remove the squeaker with the surgical precision of a T-Rex. Today, Sasha found the furry little carcass and practiced his growling skills whenever one of the other boys got too close. It was pretty hilarious. I had hoped my camera would pick up his latest display of ferocity, but alas. The video’s still pretty cute, though.
Took the boys to Dr. Gold today for a check-up and their first vaccinations. Sasha is 14 weeks old and weighs 4.1 pounds; Remy is 13 weeks old and weighs 4.9 pounds. I’ve been feeding them one 3 ounce can of kitten food in the morning and a half can at night, with dry food available all the time. The doctor advised me to reduce the wet food to a half can twice a day, as “they’re close to being overweight.” They’re pretty lean if you ask me, but I didn’t hand the guy $400 bucks because he’s an ignoramus so half a can it is.
Chance also received his annual vaccinations, along with his monthly Cytopoint injection for allergies, and a nail trim. His appetite decreased dramatically when I brought the kittens home, and as a result he’s lost 6 pounds. He’s down to a much healthier 73.8 pounds.
Sasha was 10 weeks old when he came home from the breeder. He was curious but reserved about his new surroundings, and preferred a more sedate approach to the discovery process than his lunatic brother, Remy.
In these photographs, Sasha’s colors appear much more subdued than they actually were. His markings were already very distinctive at 5 weeks, with some of the rosettes beginning to bloom with depth and shade.