Picola, Jazz, Scaffy



OUR ZOO UPDATED

 Zoo has kept Bern and I entertained and up many, a night and we would not trade it for the world.

The kittens are doing well. 5 weeks only this coming Friday and so cute and so sweet but still not eating on their own properly.It seems the kittens chosen for the children all fit perfectly with their new owners.

Picola: Sarah’s baby girl – she is so damn cute, and we had to entice her out the box, which had been her home for 4 weeks when we increased their living area in the spare room. Now Picola loves to sleep and not be disturbed. She lies on her bed and watches you with blarey eyes when you enter the room to check up on them. The glare she gives you is one of “Humph! You are disturbing my sleep now get out…. and she shrugs and goes right back to sleep. If you pick her up, she yawns, stretches, and promptly falls asleep in your hands.

We have found her sleeping through her brothers play time and what amazes us is they are chewing on her ears or tail of lying on top of her playing and tumbling. The only difference is Picola does not sigh the sigh of “I have had enough” the way Sarah does.

A while back when we were visiting Sarah and Cait in their one roomed flat, the girls were sleeping on the floor. I mentioned this visit in one of my previous blogs. While we were getting ready to go to sleep Sarah was telling us how Caitlin drives her crazy with her early morning activities and zest for life and beauty routine. Caitlin gets up at 6h 00, prepares for work, and invariably bumps the bed or Sarah’s legs, which hang over the bottom of the bed. Sarah is not tall; Sarah does not require a bed big enough for a king…. Somehow, her feet always end up sticking over the bottom of the bed. This is an accident waiting to happen as Cait is not all together in control of her balance when she wakes up and truth be told she is walking and operating on remote control as she is still sleeping with her eyes open.

Sarah explained how Cait always wakes her, bumps her, and stumbles onto her and how this is just too much. Cait of course added that Sarah thinks she is taller than she is and this sticking her legs off the bottom of the bed is just plain bad manners.. So cute to see them squabble. Well with this in mind and one of the last discussions we had -I fell asleep sure in the knowledge that I would sleep through the night. This was not to be, at 4h30 I awoke and had to use the facilities. I carefully put my foot on the floor in the dark so as not to wake anyone up by putting the light on – after being told how much Sarah hates being disturbed I decided for once in my life not to wake her up and talk to her in the early hours of the morning. Besides, I had no idea where the light switch was. I put my foot out the bed and tried to find the floor only to find I was exploring Sarah’s head with my toes.

She sighed and said a really bad word and I quickly apologized and said, sorry baby I am trying to find the floor to go to the ladies. She just sighed again, used the bad word again and rolled over. Well I finally managed to find walking space but I did trip over Cait’s legs and Dom’s feet while trying to make my way to the ladies. It was literally wall-to-wall people or better description floor-to-floor people.

Cait did not wake up or even budge; she lay there like a sack of potatoes with her mouth in a dropped jaw look… very cute. Dom looked up at me and smiled at me and then giggled and went back to sleep. Sarah……. She growled at me twice. The return trip was even more fun. I decided not to venture into the hibernating bear’s cave and climbed over Bern who got the fright of her life and proceeded to catapult me nearly off the bed and I grabbed onto her and she yelled and nearly Karate chopped me and Sarah sighed again. I mean really – her mother nearly landed up being mince meat against her wall. The crime scene people would not have been able to identify me after I was catapulted and then karate chopped by Bern and what do I get for trying not to disturb her again.. A sigh.

Picola and Sarah will have a wonderful life together. They will curl up in bed and watch the world go by with bleary eyes and G help Anyone who has the courage to enter the Cave!

Jazz: Mathews’ kitten .He is an active little bugger and is always bullying Picola and Cait’s kitten - Scaffy is full of life and a real clown and a climber already. Full of beans, naughtiness, and he is the first one to eat. He climbs into the kitten pebbles with such relish and delight and all you can see is his hind legs and he burrows into the food hardly coming up for breath. He then sneak attacks his sister and brother and runs off in slow motion (as they are still unstable on their feet) to attack his mommies tail.


Now this is typical Mathew behaviour as well. He teases and plays fights with his sisters. When Sarah is sleeping, he makes it his mission to wake her just to be sighed at. Caitlin is his toy and he picks her up and swings around as if she is a doll. He also loves his food. When he was overseas, all he said to me was he missed my food. Thanks for that Mat. Makes me feel real loved. Two weeks ago, he popped in for a visit here in Durban. He accompanied Cait on the journey, as she was a little nervous to drive with the linehaul truck coming from Johannesburg, which is understandable. We had a lovely dinner on Saturday night and true to form, he climbed into the food and mumbled that my food was great. I was unable to finish my steak and out it in the fridge along with a piece of sausage.

The next morning while I was making breakfast I asked who had eaten my steak (I knew it could only be Matt) and Bern reminded him that he was now a guest in the house. He very sheepishly said he did not know it was my steak. Well then whose steak was it, not his is what I replied and told him he was not cool. He knew it was not his steak and that it could only be mine as I always have steak left over. And he grinned his big shiny grin at me and said sorry mom, I didn’t know.

Well I said, “what didn’t know it was my steak or that I would actually want to eat my steak for breakfast… his reply “No mom, I didn’t know you would mind and tried to look all sorry for himself and then tried to ruffle my hair…… see just like his kitten ruffling his mom’s hair. Monster and he just gets away with it. So it’s no surprise that Jazz is the first one to eat. He started by eating his mom’s food and now has his own kitty pebbles. He teases his sleeping sister piccolo and rough and tumbles with Scaffy Cait’s kitten.

Mathew and Jazz will be best friends and Mat had better check his back pack before he leaves for work because Jazz will either be looking for food or has decided to go along for the adventure

Scaffy: Cait’s kitten. He craves attention. Loves to have his tummy tickled. He was the first one to leave the safety of the box to venture out and he was the first one to climb up Bern’s leg and squeak for attention. He is playful, loving, and demanding attention all the time. If Picola and Jazz are drinking off their mom and he wants attention, he simply climbs on top of them and wriggles his way in dislodging them from their place of feeding. Scaffy also gets away with murder – be it chewing on his mom’s tail, nose, eyes, ears or pretty much, whatever he feels like chewing on, he is also the one who starts the rough and tumble and will be the first one who climbs onto the bed. A real little adventurer.

Caity loves easily, plays easily, and is the adventurous one. I have always said that even a volcano would not scare her. She would simply pick up a stone and throw it at the spewing volcano and tell it to behave she was not quite finished yet. Cait is the one who will suggest a task or a game or simply be the one who has us giggling along with her. If you wake her up she doesn’t sigh, she smiles and hugs you and goes right back to sleep. Scaffy allows Jazz to wake him and gives him a tap and goes back to sleep.

Caity and Scaffy will no doubt dance together in her lounge and he will climb up her legs and back and sneak attack her in the passage and generally they will play catches and will be great together.

It is almost as if Ally Cat decided she would produce three kittens just right Sarah, mat and Cait. Well-done Ally you did good!