Hi. I'm new here. I have 4 cats at my house and two at my parents house. 4 of them are related to each other. They all came from the same mother. They're all known as "the tabbies" or "the grey's." I have lots of pictures so as soon as I figure out how to post pictures I'll formally introduce you all to my cats!! Hope came first. She was a stray we found in an open field. She was just a little kitten that got dumped. She's about 6 or 7 now. Timmy came next. Got him from a friend. All black male cat with a crooked tail. He was the only one in his bunch with a tail at all!! He's probably about 6 also. Then came Jaws. The first of the tabbies. He's 3. Then we got Minijaws and Taz. They are full brother and sister and at least half to Jaws.
Not sure who daddy is. Then came Malaki. He is also related to the tabbies Jaws, MJ, and Taz. He was out of the 3rd litter that we took kittens from. He actually came by surprise though. He was a runt out of a litter of 7. One died right away and Malaki was on his way there too. The other kittens wouldn't let him in to eat and his mother neglected him and kept taking him away from the rest of the litter. I think she knew that he wasn't going to make it with her and the other 5 kittens. We found him laying away from the rest of the kittens very cold and weak. My husband picked him up and put him in his coat on his chest for almost 2 hours before he started acting alive. After he put him in his coat we went to my mom's house and sat in the house until those two hours were up. Then we got him some warm milk(it was 10pm and nowhere was open to get KMR) We knew that it's not a real good thing to give to a kitten but we didn't really have anything else at the time and it seemed to help out. At least until the next morning. We actually took him to my parents house so my sister could have him. She said she would adopt him and take care of him every minute of the day until he was healthy enough to. We took him to the vet the next day and got some KMR and had him weighed. He only weighed 6 ounces at 2 weeks old. He was TINY compared to his brothers and sisters. So for the next two months.... every two to four hours my sister fed him with an eye dropper and then a syringe when he was big enough. She had to wipe him like his mother would do licking him to help him go to the bathroom. He slept on a blanket with a heating pad underneath it and two little stuffed animals. That was at night, during the day my sister had him all the time. She took care of him just like a baby. She wouldn't even leave him for like a month. We had to cut off a side to a box of crackers to use as a litter pan because they didn't make a litter box small enough for him to get over the sides. He took to litter training right away and we never had a problem with that. To make a long story not quite as long... he's a healthy awnry 9 pound cat who's 2. Anway, I'll try to post some pictures of all of them.
