Ginger compared to my little finger:


Wondering why I am bothering him:


Robb is curious...


or is he jealous?


We meet at last.


Dissed?


So, we took Ginger out of the basement on Tuesday night, after we found his sibling had been killed. I took him to the vet on Wednesday. He had a cold and was so blocked up he couldn't eat (cats have to smell to eat). His eyes were also horribly infected.

Now, three days later, he eats heartily if leisurely (none of the free-for-all the three kittens presented), uses a cat box to urinate, plays with toys, is learning to do those little hopping jumps cats do, and generally seems content if frustrated to be locked in a carrier. We are slowly introducing Robb, the reason Ginger is in the carrier. Robb is quite jealous, so we give him extra love.

All of this is incredibly time-consuming. Again, we are fortunate in that our workplaces have allowed us to alter our schedules, so that John has the morning shift and I have the afternoon shift.

One more picture: