Quick note to Shane (the human) Last year you wanted me to name a kitten after you, and that kitten was black and had a twin, then the twin I was going to name Shane was ran over. Now I have a set of black twins, so I immediately thought you would want one named after you. So, There you go.
I had a litter of kittens, April 16th, 2009.
4 beautiful healthy kittens. For 10 days I fell in love with them, then it happened.
I was playing around and sprayed the mother cat with water. It wasn't intentional, but it was right beside the kitten.
I didn't really think anything of it. I left and walked to my aunt's house. When I came back, I discovered the dog. Sitting over a body, gnawing on it. I screamed and kicked the dog away. I picked up the dead kitten, and started crying. I thought it was Shane at first, but it was to big, Shane was really small, So then Jessie, Jessie was really large though.. Then I noticed the mark on its face, a flame above the eye. Rockstar had taken the beating, the rest where gone safely. I made a promise, that I would protect them. For days I searched for them. I finally found them, resting under a large freezer. They had now opened their eyes and could crawl. The next day a flood came through, and I woke up in the middle of it. I ran in the kitchen and told mom I was going to get my kittens because the mom probably abandoned them in the water. I run outside, it was pouring cold rain. I get to the freezer, and all I can hear are screaming. I search around for them, but can't find them. I fall to my knees in the water, and start digging under the freezer. I find 2 screaming kittens, trapped in a hole full of water. They could have easily drown. I could not find the third, Jessie, but I had no time. I ran inside and covered the freezing, wet, little kittens in blankets. After a while I set them outside, in the middle of two blankets, so they could be warm and dry. I ran out to find the last kitten, and I found him inside the shed, soaked in water, but alive. I once more grabbed him and brought him in. After it stopped flooding, the mother cat found the kittens, and brought them away. Terrified that I would discover them dead (by drowning) I found her, and her litter, safe inside a shed. I set my worries aside and let them stay, and promised I would take care of them. Yesterday I brought them out of their nest for the first time since their eyes opened, I showed them grass, rock, and clover. Russel thought rocks where edible. It was silly. I've got pictures of them when they where 2 days old, 16 days old, and 27 days old. So lets see the babies!
Spoiler for 2 days old:
Spoiler for 27 days old:
I don't hit her hard! And I feed them more than once a day, shes got plenty of food! I have problems with kittens dying because theres a kitten eating dog in my front yard, and 2 vehicles. I also have a leukemia outbreak down the road at my aunts house. All of her cats will be dead within 5 years probably. But it hasn't spread here I don't think. And about that "when they're young they need nutrients..." Blah blah, shes not a puppy, shes a freaking 3+ year old dog. >_<