Those of you who follow me on Twitter (@CrochetKitten) have probably already figured out that The Animator's Wife brought home the most precious cargo earlier this week: a box of 5-week-old kittens!
It turns out these particular kittens tested positive for a disease called FIV, which is why The Animator's Wife wants to keep me and Osiris away from them. She said FIV is a kitty disease similar to a human disease called HIV, in that it makes them more susceptible to illnesses and less able to heal themselves. But she also said that these kittens are young enough that the test may have only been picking up antibodies they recieved from their mother, and they might not actually have the disease at all.
This is where the trouble lies. The antibodies from the mother may stay in their systems until they are six months old, meaning the kittens will continue to test positive as long as they have their mother's antibodies. If we take them to a shelter now, they will be euthanized because they will test positive for FIV, regardless of whether or not they actually have it. So we need to find someone who can take care of them until they are either six months old or until they test negative on an FIV test, whichever comes first. The problem is that they can't stay with us, because the only place we have to put them right now to keep them away from Osiris and me is the bathroom, and I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to spend the first six months of my life in a cramped bathroom.
So if you know of anyone in the Washington, D.C. area that either doesn't have cats or could spare a room for them for potentially six months, please let us know. If they test negative before six months, one of the local rescue groups can take them after that. If they still test positive after six months, The Animator's Wife knows of an FIV colony where they can live and not be euthanized, but we would like to give them the chance to test negative first.
It's really frustrating for me not to be able to see them or play with them. I walk by the bathroom and hear them playing with their little jingly balls (wait minute--are those my jingly balls? I haven't seen them in a while...) and I just itch at the opportunity to show them what those balls can really do. I did see pictures of them though. They're pretty cute. Even The Animator, who swore "No Pets" in his office after The Terror came to live with us, has taken a liking to them.