Saturday, February 1, 2014

The Big Dog Crate

 We waited. One of the kittens, Nala, had walked into the big crate, but moved back to the little crate when her sister wouldn't move over with her. My mom went upstairs to get tuna to lure them into the other crate. As soon as she was upstairs, both of the kittens walked into the big crate. This meant my boyfriend and I had to close the door to the big crate without the kittens escaping by ourselves. We pulled the small crate away and shut the door to the other crate. The kittens didn't even try to escape.

The babies adjusted to the big crate very well. Their favorite spot was under or on top of a stool that we put in the back. The crate had open spaces in the sides, so we could stick string through and play with them. Eventually, we opened the door and played with them that way. They never tried to escape, but they did look curious. We spent a lot of time playing with them and my mom would sit downstairs with them so they would get used to being around people. We could pet the kittens a little bit inside the crate while they were eating. Nala was more friendly than Marie. They seemed to like life inside.

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