Ugh, I just tried to post my story, spent an hour writing it, and then when I hit submit it had logged me out and I lost it all. So here I go, round 2. This one will be shorter.
I have affectionately named my kittens:
Turkey (Eats like a Turkey, once escaped from his box and hid in my workout glove...took twenty minutes and a heart attack to find him...most affectionate little bugger.)
Squinty (Loves his brothers and sister, will eat from a dish and litter box potties like a boss...did I mention he likes to pounce on his siblings and bother them?)
Biggs (The quiest, well manored one...you wouldn't know he was there if he didn't stare up at you waiting for you to love him.)
Falcor (aka. Runt...noisy and obnoxious, and sounds like a falcon when she meows. The only female, and a little ball of energy.)
These little devils have taught me a lot since I got them. Like how to turn goats milk, eggs, and mayo into cat formula. And how to save dying cats with pediolyte and kaopectate.
Biggs once had fading cat syndrome, but one day snapped back to health miraculously. Runt had explosive diarrhea for two weeks (as did Squinty and Turkey a little bit). Turkey was so bloated once he couldn't crawl anymore. Runt has a misformed pallate and can't eat from a syringe without milk bubbling out his nose.
Yes, there has been a lot of worry, and a lot of grief. But in that, I have found a lot of love for my little kittens.
Here is what they looked like, less than a week old, when I found them:
Biggs:
Turkey:
Squinty:
Falcor:
Cute right? Well, they have grown to be large. The humane society begged me to bring them in. They said they would die without their mom, and they wanted to euthenize them. I told them I would put money down they would at least stand a chance with me. Well, three weeks later, and the little guys look like this:
Biggs (Weight: .5 lbs):
Turkey (Weight: .8 lbs):
Runt (Weight: .4 lbs):
Squinty (Weight: 1.0 lbs):
Thanks for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope to get to know more people in my position. Maybe even someday they can find a good home with someone like you?

I have affectionately named my kittens:
Turkey (Eats like a Turkey, once escaped from his box and hid in my workout glove...took twenty minutes and a heart attack to find him...most affectionate little bugger.)
Squinty (Loves his brothers and sister, will eat from a dish and litter box potties like a boss...did I mention he likes to pounce on his siblings and bother them?)
Biggs (The quiest, well manored one...you wouldn't know he was there if he didn't stare up at you waiting for you to love him.)
Falcor (aka. Runt...noisy and obnoxious, and sounds like a falcon when she meows. The only female, and a little ball of energy.)
These little devils have taught me a lot since I got them. Like how to turn goats milk, eggs, and mayo into cat formula. And how to save dying cats with pediolyte and kaopectate.
Biggs once had fading cat syndrome, but one day snapped back to health miraculously. Runt had explosive diarrhea for two weeks (as did Squinty and Turkey a little bit). Turkey was so bloated once he couldn't crawl anymore. Runt has a misformed pallate and can't eat from a syringe without milk bubbling out his nose.
Yes, there has been a lot of worry, and a lot of grief. But in that, I have found a lot of love for my little kittens.
Here is what they looked like, less than a week old, when I found them:
Biggs:

Turkey:

Squinty:

Falcor:

Cute right? Well, they have grown to be large. The humane society begged me to bring them in. They said they would die without their mom, and they wanted to euthenize them. I told them I would put money down they would at least stand a chance with me. Well, three weeks later, and the little guys look like this:
Biggs (Weight: .5 lbs):

Turkey (Weight: .8 lbs):

Runt (Weight: .4 lbs):

Squinty (Weight: 1.0 lbs):

Thanks for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope to get to know more people in my position. Maybe even someday they can find a good home with someone like you?