So I have kittens. Four of them. Today they turn two weeks old. Jeez, are they that old already? They grow up so fast. They are named, in order of birth, Prime, Runt, Trace, and Sadie.
I've noticed that Trace is kind of a spaz. He (or she?) never gets a full meal when Cat-mom comes to nurse them. He can't find the right nipple. But I just now was watching them in the nest and I realized it's because it really is the right nipple that he's looking for. Each kitten has their own personal nipple which they feed on. Sadie takes the left front, runt on the left-mid, and prime on the port-side aft nipple. (I know, suddenly the cat turned in to a sailing ship. So sue me.) Anyway, Trace's nipple is on the starboard nipple amid-ships. I mean, middle right. And cat-mom always lies on her right side. Hence trace misses feeding, and just wanders around looking for the nipple he originally marked with his facial scent grands.
I mean, he's not getting skinnier than the others, just . . .
Next time she goes in to feed I'll flip her over so she's on her port side.
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