Gail posted this in the comments over the weekend:
Ok, so after raising and finding homes for tons of kittens, I am looking for advice for the one I am adopting in 10 days. He is adorable, but very special.
–severe over bite
–malformed back legs
–14 oz at 9 weeks old
–2 of the four kittens had failure to thrive and passed in his litter. They were all bigger. His brother who is left is 39 ozs. And his brother was neutered yesterday and now having issues. No judging please, as these are not my rescues! There were 46 kittens and 25 momma cats in the rescue. All brown tabbies. So kittens may have been mixed up. However, he has been eating on his own for 4 weeks since rescuing. All are negative for leukemia and feline aids (all tested this week, mommas and kittens)
–Has been treated for parasites
–vet gave a clean bill of health
–sloppy eye being treated
he is just not growing 🙁 His foster mom is leaving town for work, so I am taking over her two kittens and have applied to keep him. His brother has already been adopted, just waiting until 12 weeks. I am just trying to get ideas to help him, as the vets are trying vitamins and have a wait and see attitude.
He is bright eyed and very snuggly. He likes to play with toys and his brother. He greets you at he door when you open it. He is 100% in the litter box and gets around ok on flat surfaces. He isn’t jumb or climb well. He has runny poops right now due second round of deworming.
If you guys have suggestions, no matter what they might be, please share!
Dropping Grumpy and the Floof off at Petsmart on Friday went just fine. I always hate doing it, but they were so unconcerned and laid-back about the whole thing that I didn’t feel too bad. Lisa reported Friday night that she’d stopped by to see them, and they were curled up together asleep. They purred like crazy when she held and petted them (which doesn’t surprise me at all ’cause they’re great big lovebugs), so that was good.
They weren’t adopted over the weekend, and unfortunately neither were any of the Noms. There was only one adoption over the weekend – a cute little black and white kitten named Nabisco – and that was the first one since Darwin was adopted on the 23rd.
I’m hoping adoptions will pick up soon!
Da Grumps.
Grumpy and da Floof.
Basket full o’ Grumps.
Sweet Cap’n Floof.
Over the weekend, after having to fight the little Taters off every time I opened the door to the guest bedroom, I finally gave up and left the door open. They now have the run of the house during the day, and go back into the guest bedroom at night. It’s working well so far – they spend most of their day either in the guest bedroom or in the front room, and they occasionally floof up at any big cats who walk by. They think the big cat tree in the front room is AWESOME, and even Stompers climbed up it and took a look around (pictures of them out in the house will be up in a few days!).
Kennebec’s trying to decide if he’s in the mood for a cardboard snack.
Agata enjoys a belly rub.
“Don’t stop ’til I tell you to, lady. You understand?”
“I can haz a snuggle?”
Fianna keeps an eye on the other kittens.
Stompers is in charge of supervising all play with the track ball.
Stompers investigates my shadow hand.
So, because of this…
And because Brandywine prefers NOT to take her snack on top of the dresser in the closet, which is the only place those little monsters can’t get to, she prefers instead to eat her snack while being harassed by her boys, who will crowd her away from the bowl and eat her entire snack, because of that we’ve gone back to moving her to Fred’s room during the day again. She’s still not sure what she thinks about that.
Yesterday, I put her in Fred’s room and shut the door, and then went back a while later to give her one of her many daily snacks, and when I opened the door, Newt came shooting out. Apparently he’d been in the room when I put her in there, and I didn’t see him. Neither of them seemed the worse for wear.
Fred thinks we could just let Brandywine have the run of the house – she’s pretty mild-mannered – but I’m not ready for that just yet.
Caspian, eye on the toy.
Dingwall Scotty is pretty sure that if he hangs out on the small cat tree, he can just jump on Brandywine’s back when she comes by. Hasn’t worked yet, but he’s not giving up!
“I KNOW, right?”
Who is a very very naughty girl? Who repeatedly climbed over the fence even when her collar was zapping her, and ran over to the next door neighbor’s yard and got under the shed? Who is it that needed a stronger collar, turned all the way up, and required us to turn the electric fence on high, just so she’d STAY in the yard? Who is that, do you think? Could it be Sheriff Mama, who used to be on the side of good, but has apparently gone over to the dark side? Could it? WAS it you, Kara?
“Wasn’t me.”
(It totally WAS. Bad Mama.)
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “Hey, guys! There are BIRDS out there!”
2008: Truly, he is SUCH a Momma’s boy.
2007: The worst part of the whole experience was finally getting hold of Tommy and starting to climb down the fence, and Tommy losing his mind, clawing at me, getting free, and leaping onto the ground from about ten feet up.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.