Poor little darlings. It is that time in their life (7 weeks) when Mommy has to say good-bye, and the babies are on their own. Over the years, I have devised a plan wherein they don't panic from the sudden absence of Mommy being taken away. Nursery # 2 and # 3 have a double wired door between them. Panzy is in # 3 and the kittens are right next door in # 2. They can see her, talk to her, and be calmed by her presence right beside them. Twice a day for an hour, Mommy visits, bathes them all from head to toe, and is relieved of some milk. This procedure is followed for a week, and by the end of that time, Mommy is almost dried up, and the kittens are feeling very confident and happily eating their 'big boy/girl' food. Panzy will go back out to the Queens' Quarters where she will have months to laze in the sun and gain back all her weight. Her seven kids come back into the Kitchen for the next month before they journey forth to their new families and wonderful new lives.
Sapphire and her little cherubs will move into those Nurseries next week. At the end of their weaning time, they will join Panzy's in the Kitchen. In case you have lost track of the numbers: 7 + 6 = 13 little tornadoes whirling around the table and chair legs, climbing the cat tree, and stampeding into the bathroom when any human attempts to sneak in their alone.
Love it. Love it. Love it.