Everything is grey

Just got home from work about an hour ago. Verra, verra tired. Learning new stuff before other employees leave is keeping me busy - hence the working today.

The weather has been miserable for a week. No sunshine in all that time and this almost drizzle most of the time. And cold. Not fun.

And all the kittens have ringworm. Systemic, of course - that means it's in their blood. I have to force this funny looking brownish liquid down their throats twice a day. A couple of the kittens are very good about taking the dropper. A couple start out good but get annoyed. The rest are annoyed right off the bat and try to put up a fight. Despite being much, much bigger than they are, I'm the one with wounds to show. I have tiny little kitten scratches all over my hand.

We've also given the kittens the run of the house, and run through it they certainly do. They also tumble, roll, and hop through it. Izzy is locked up with one or two of the other cats all day and all night so the kittens will stop nursing. Right now poor Izzy is mostly miserable. The kittens don't seem to notice she's gone but they do notice right away when we give her the run of the house for an hour or so at night. Although all of them will still nurse if I let them, only one of them insists on nursing. She even tries to do it while walking along beside Izzy.

Woolly Bear may turn into Rambo. Every so often, that's the name that pops out when I talk about him or to him. I had a Rambo many, many years ago and Woolly Bear does not remind me of him at all so I don't know why Woolly wants to pick that for his name. Miss Bette will remain Miss Bette and I think Stripes is firmly Stripes. None of the others have names.

Oh, well. Gotta put food in my tummy. It's grumbling at me. Gotta feed all the furry monsters, too.

Later, 'gators!