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Please bear with me, this post will be kind of long. I just want to give as much information as possible:
Going on 5 days ago, I came across 4 kittens hiding under my front porch. I coaxed them out with some wet cat food, but one (Castiel) became brave and as soon he got his belly full, he came right to me and let me pick him up. The first thing I noticed was his EXTREMELY thin frame. I could feel every bone in his body. I can't say much about the others as they ran back into hiding after eating. I should add that my grandmother who lives with me had told me quite some time ago that she had seen a pregnant female, more than likely his mama, and recently told me that she hasn't seen her for a while. I'm assuming that she has either abandoned them or died. It's nearing the colder months, and it has been raining here quite a lot, so my "human" maternal instinct was to bring the one in my arms inside and get him warm. He was very friendly for a stray, purring and rubbing against my legs, wanting me to pick him up, licking and kneading me.
My initial plan of action was to take him to the Humane Society, which I did, but my heart ached for this poor little baby. I knew that he was malnourished, you can tell just by looking at him. The people there estimated that he was around 4 weeks old. I left him there, but I tossed and turned all night thinking about him. Not to mention how apathetic they seemed towards his condition there at the shelter, I couldn't stop wondering whether he would be given the neccesary attention. The next morning I went back and got him, paid the adoption fee and everything. I just wanted to make sure that he has his best chance at life. (Also, just to throw this out there, they tried to give me the wrong kitten at first, and got irritated when I pointed it out, which made me even happier to take him back home.)
Now is probably a good time to say that I am not a cat person by nature. I had one cat as a young child, but he was older. He wasn't exactly my best friend. That being said, I know very little about caring for cats, much less young, orphaned kittens. However, through research and many trips to the pet store for advice, I feel like I may have my ducks in some kind of a row. I feel like I just need some advice from someone with experience.
Here is my current situation with Castiel:
-He is pretty lethargic. He sleeps most of the day and all through the night. He cries for me when he is awake, though. He mostly just wants to sit in my lap, or anywhere on me for that matter, where he usually falls back to sleep. I just let him sleep.
-Obviously, malnourishment. I went to the pet store and was told that giving him KMR would be the best way to help him gain weight and regain strength. I can't get him to drink it out of a dish, so then I was advised to syringe feed him. I started by giving him a teaspoon every few hours, but he threw up, so now I feed him about 1/2 teaspoon every few hours, and I leave dry kitten food in his kennel with his water so he can eat if he gets hungry. However, he doesn't eat it.
-Dehydration. I syringe fed him 1/2 teaspoon of water soon after he threw up. I'm just really concerned about him becoming dehydrated from not eating or drinking, and then throwing up.
-Warmth. With him being so skinny, I try to keep him as warm as possible. When he isn't in my lap, sharing my body heat, he is in his kennel, which has a heating pad underneath half of it, so he can be warm or move if he gets hot.
I'm calling the vet tomorrow to hopefully get him an appointment soon. In the mean time, am I doing all I can for the little guy?
Here are some pictures of him:
Going on 5 days ago, I came across 4 kittens hiding under my front porch. I coaxed them out with some wet cat food, but one (Castiel) became brave and as soon he got his belly full, he came right to me and let me pick him up. The first thing I noticed was his EXTREMELY thin frame. I could feel every bone in his body. I can't say much about the others as they ran back into hiding after eating. I should add that my grandmother who lives with me had told me quite some time ago that she had seen a pregnant female, more than likely his mama, and recently told me that she hasn't seen her for a while. I'm assuming that she has either abandoned them or died. It's nearing the colder months, and it has been raining here quite a lot, so my "human" maternal instinct was to bring the one in my arms inside and get him warm. He was very friendly for a stray, purring and rubbing against my legs, wanting me to pick him up, licking and kneading me.
My initial plan of action was to take him to the Humane Society, which I did, but my heart ached for this poor little baby. I knew that he was malnourished, you can tell just by looking at him. The people there estimated that he was around 4 weeks old. I left him there, but I tossed and turned all night thinking about him. Not to mention how apathetic they seemed towards his condition there at the shelter, I couldn't stop wondering whether he would be given the neccesary attention. The next morning I went back and got him, paid the adoption fee and everything. I just wanted to make sure that he has his best chance at life. (Also, just to throw this out there, they tried to give me the wrong kitten at first, and got irritated when I pointed it out, which made me even happier to take him back home.)
Now is probably a good time to say that I am not a cat person by nature. I had one cat as a young child, but he was older. He wasn't exactly my best friend. That being said, I know very little about caring for cats, much less young, orphaned kittens. However, through research and many trips to the pet store for advice, I feel like I may have my ducks in some kind of a row. I feel like I just need some advice from someone with experience.
Here is my current situation with Castiel:
-He is pretty lethargic. He sleeps most of the day and all through the night. He cries for me when he is awake, though. He mostly just wants to sit in my lap, or anywhere on me for that matter, where he usually falls back to sleep. I just let him sleep.
-Obviously, malnourishment. I went to the pet store and was told that giving him KMR would be the best way to help him gain weight and regain strength. I can't get him to drink it out of a dish, so then I was advised to syringe feed him. I started by giving him a teaspoon every few hours, but he threw up, so now I feed him about 1/2 teaspoon every few hours, and I leave dry kitten food in his kennel with his water so he can eat if he gets hungry. However, he doesn't eat it.
-Dehydration. I syringe fed him 1/2 teaspoon of water soon after he threw up. I'm just really concerned about him becoming dehydrated from not eating or drinking, and then throwing up.
-Warmth. With him being so skinny, I try to keep him as warm as possible. When he isn't in my lap, sharing my body heat, he is in his kennel, which has a heating pad underneath half of it, so he can be warm or move if he gets hot.
I'm calling the vet tomorrow to hopefully get him an appointment soon. In the mean time, am I doing all I can for the little guy?
Here are some pictures of him:
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