On the 9th of this month I was at my mom and dads house, we were having a birthday cookout for me, and just hanging out. My sisters cell phone rings, and her friend asks her if she wants 3 little kitties, that SOMETHING happened to the mother, I have no idea still what happened to the mother, and the catch is... they will need to be bottle fed!! And her neighbor is the one who has them. Well my sister has 3 LARGE dogs, and 3 SMALL kids, she has no time to bottle feed 3 kittens... so she looked at me, I couldnt let them die. I later found out this lady has had them since the 5th, and has not fed them, not even tried, thats 5 days!! But she was weary of ME, and who I was, and if I would take care of them PROPERLY, and not kill them!!! From the size of them, they were maybe 2 weeks old, I took them home, after stopping to get some milk substitute, and a dropper for them. I unclip the top of one of the pet carriers so that I may only have to pick up the lid, and have easy access to them, and rig up one of them bendy lamps up so the heat from the bulbs are shining in so they stay warm. The first night I woke up every 3 hrs to feed them, I didnt get much sleep!! The nextday I come home on lunch from work to feed them, and sadly the one I was worried about passed away
I was so sad. That day I got with a friend of mine who is affliated with the local shelter and rescue. She finds a nursing mother in the litterally hundreds of cats/kittens they have and we pray she will accept them.... SHE DID!!! I am SO HAPPY, and I cant wait to have them back when they are weaned and fat, and happy.
They are too cute, and talked Taylor into keeping at least on of them. A cute little gray/black tabby bob tail. Any suggestions for names? I just wanted to share my eventful few days.