Capturing these miniscule things on
film CF card is proving to be a challenge. First I have to wait until River is gone, lest the mewling bring her running to interrupt the all-too-brief photo session. Then I need good light without flash...which is made more difficult by River's desire to stick close to the babies until about dusk, when she remembers that she's a predator and there are small things in the field across the road. I opened the door last night to call her in after one of the kittens just about fell off the third shelf up in the linen closet...where River insists they be...
speaking of which, check this out: see the basket on the floor? she gave birth in that, under the coffee table at our feet, and only when I insisted that she could NOT have babies in my lap...and when she moved the kittens to the hall closet floor we moved it there as a containment device...lasted about 12 hours...and then she moved to where you see her little head poking up...so now we have pillows piled up so that, when the inevitable tumble happens, they bounce lightly...the newspaper is protecting the mahogany from the catfood mess...(next thing she'll want her food served on crystal on the bare mahogany!) flashlight on the shelf above her helps find the squealing kitten who has gotten wedged between her back and the wall... Better, what you can't see in this picture is that the closet door (when opened, which it must be for the pillows to stay there so no kittens break their heads) blocks the doorway to someoneElse's office... this in a house with five thousand easy places to stash kittens...heck, I was willing to give up the entire sewing room for a month, but does she take me up on it? There's a reason they call mom cats queens, isn't there? Damned Egyptians, telling cats they are goddesses and all!
...but I digress... grin
anyway, I opened the door yesterday just in time to see River take a flying pounce at a rodent, three feet up in the air, all four legs akimbo...was fun to see her playing for just a moment. Other than the almost tumbling kitten part.
Even when everything lines up - River, daylight, second pair of hands - and I can snag a kitten, it won't hold still for anything. Out of the 25 shots I got of this baby, this is the only one that turned out.
So, what have we learned? Tough light, squirmy kittens, brief intervals...It's easier, albeit much less fun, to photograph ice cream!
As for today's kitten. S/he was the last born and seems to be the smallest (although not truly 'runtish'). If there's a loud crying from the closet, it's usually this critter having gotten squeezed between River and a wall (hence the aforementioned flashlight)...or being frustrated because there are no nipples on River's hind legs and she can't get to one through the other three. Well, mostly through Trubble (the firstborn) who is proving true to his 'nym--he's already trying to escape. Regularly.
More as soon as I wrangle another one...and considering that my extra hands are in Seattle at the moment, this may mean tomorrow.