Just got cats again in July after not having any for a couple years. We intended one but you know how it goes. We got Misaki from a litter of ferals. Then, it was a particularly bad kitten season here with shelters and rescues having to turn away everything and never enough fosters. Someone said they had a 3 week old being bottle fed they couldn't keep. I figured a 3 week old already drinking from the bottle and it might start solid food in the next week so we can get our 8-12week old a friend. The person pulls out the most fragile looking thing I have seen besides rabbit kits and I knew if I left she wouldn't survive. Tiny, starving, severely constipated, bloated kitten that just screams and screams in discomfort. I don't know how many times I was convinced this set back would be the one to kill her but none of it did. Finally there was just a day that she seemed like a regular kitten and I realized she would make it. She's still quite small but otherwise healthy. When she started walking pretty well I made variations on mewing noises to get her to walk toward me and one she responded to. Putting an interesting spelling on it we now have Miyu (me-you). She is the sweetest little cat and will fall back to the floor before accidentally putting claws in skin if a jump goes wrong. Misaki is the opposite and softpaws are in her future.
My violent, fuzzy mouser
Cat who stares at mice going across the floor and then demands I give her raw meat instead of cat food.
My violent, fuzzy mouser
Cat who stares at mice going across the floor and then demands I give her raw meat instead of cat food.
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