kittennappers

This is Jasper. Or possibly Jasmine. At this moment, he's crying in the main upstairs bathroom and knocking things over (I'll have to check on him in a minute). Tonight will be his second night alone in "jail." His sister Calliope is in my library. We snagged them Friday morning. It seemed a good time, since I don't teach again until Tuesday. (At the time, we didn't know my husband would be called out of town for emergency database consultation.) At first we put the kittens together in the library, but we knew from previous reading that it's best to separate them initially. It actually worked out well that J left town, because we were able to use his bathroom for the purpose. I had been planning to rejoin them tomorrow, but I may instead just switch them. I'm wondering if Calliope would adjust better in a smaller space.

Calliope has the run of the library and I usually leave her alone in it. I spent maybe 2 hours with her yesterday and an hour with her today. Other than that, I just come in to feed her. But she doesn't use most of the room. All day today, she's been hiding under a wicker settee. Yesterday she was hiding behind some books. <pause to check on Jas, whose cries are becoming louder>

A little drama just now. Jasper seemed okay, but then I went into the living room and saw that his Mom had climbed onto our back deck and was crying. That's why he was so loud; he could hear her, and she could hear him. Oh, it hurt! I just wanted to give in and let Shelley come see her kittens. I called Judson to ask his advice, and he suggested putting Jasper back into the library, away from the wall where Shelley was. I picked up Jasper, put him in the moving box we were letting him use for privacy, closed the flaps, picked up the box, and started to turn around. He SPRANG out of the box, landing on my cheek and leaping over my head onto the ground. Sonuvabitch. I yelled, then put hydrogen peroxide on the cut on my cheek, then told him he could cry all he wanted, I wasn't moving his sorry butt. Sympathy is over.

Back to what I was saying, Calliope has had me worried but I think she's doing better. She's eaten a little bit--I have to put it right next to her hiding place, because she won't venture out at all. Tonight she cried at me for the first time, so I think she's moving from denial to anger.

I'm going to have real trouble sleeping after this adrenaline rush.