Looking forward to the weekend - my German friend (pen friends since we were 13) are staying for 3 nights on their way home from holidays! We've met 7 times over the last about 35 years and always enjoy time together.
I finally went to the dentist. She was impressed by how bad the infection had gotten even though I was on antibiotics. She wanted me to see a specialist today. Tomorrow, adventures with the Endodontist.
A very traumatic day in kittieland. It was vet day again so I really needed to try to catch Bob for his first shots and dewormer. I wasn't getting anywhere with all three in the room -- every time I put out food to lure him, the others ate it! So finally I took advantage of Juniper and Arlo being handle-able (did I mention I've picked up Arlo once or twice now?) and I picked them each up in turn and put them in one shared carrier, and then put that carrier out of the room while I set about catching ol' Bob (I considered it a positive that Juniper and Arlo were getting a glimpse/sniff of the rest of the house while they were out there, even if they weren't in the best mood for it).
It took me forever but I finally caught Bob. It required me moving the futon sofa into the middle of the room so he couldn't hide behind it. He was pretty panicked and scrambling around the room but eventually I outsmarted him (or maybe he just decided to let me think that). I released Juniper and Arlo back into the room after Bob was safely in the carrier and we headed out to the car.
When we got to the vet's, the vet gingerly pulled him out of the carrier with a towel, and then -- Bob escaped the vet's grip! A comedy of errors ensued with Bob leading a chase all around the various rooms of the vet's office (thankfully not including the waiting room). Garbage cans were upturned, and the vet himself nearly tripped over the fan cord as he tried to follow this kitten around the room. Eventually the vet and the assistant and Bob were in a back room with the door closed to keep him in. I heard them laughing a few times and then finally the door opened and the vet came out with Bob and a towel and a solid grip. They promptly gave him his shots and dewormer, confirmed that he's a boy, and then thankfully put him back in the carrier. I apologized for the mess and we left and returned home. Oh, vet can't say if Bob is Maine coon -- he doesn't seem to have that extra ruff of neck fur to me, and he's so small (especially since he is theoretically 2 weeks older than the other two), but I would still love it if he turned out to be MC. Of course I'll love him even if he doesn't as well.
Back home, I knew that blocking the hiding spaces under the futon was key to getting them out where they would have to interact with me; otherwise this process of taming was going to take forever. So while Bob rested in the carrier in the house, I boarded up the sides and back of the futon frame, and then had another comedy of errors as I tried to get both Juniper and Arlo out from under the futon at the same time so I could slide it against the wall without trapping either of them. It took some trickery but I finally did it. Then Bob could come back into the room.
So, as if the trauma of the carrier/vet wasn't enough, now they are all back in their familiar room but their safe corner hiding spots have disappeared. They have a few nook spaces where they can hang out, but nowhere that I can't reach. They are not thrilled with this. At all.
But their reward for the day was some yummy cream, which led to some detailed grooming afterwards:
Afterwards, Juniper was quick to return to her newly-found snuggler status:
While Bob sulked. He was soon comforted, however, by his friend Arlo:
I'm really pleased that Arlo has allowed me to pick him up once or twice. He's not yet approaching me, and all three of them still spook when I am moving around, but progress is happening pretty fast, and in another week or so I might feel ok about releasing them into the house (with some kittyproofing happening first, and only when I'm confident other people won't carelessly open the doors and give escape opportunities). Maybe just a few hours at a time at first, with overnights and/or feeding still happening in the back room. We'll see. But -- progress!