They were roughly 4 weeks old, barely able to walk steadily on their shaky little legs. She works at a vet clinic so she took them to work the next day and had them checked out and even though they were a tad underweight and dehydrated, they were in perfect shape. She took them home and began bottle feeding them. She texted me and told me to put the word out about anyone wanting free kittens and I posted their pics on Facebook (my girlfriend doesn't have FB) and in less than 24 hours I had homes for both of them! I had to wait another week and a half until they were weaned off the bottle and eating on their own until I could pick them up and deliver them to their new homes. She named them Adam and Eve.
Last Sunday my friend and her hubs were gone for the day but they left their house open so that I could come get the kittens whenever I wanted. So I went there with Rosie's kennel and gathered both kittens and their stuff and left. They're just kittens, it's easy enough, right? I don't need her there to tell me how to take care of them, they are just like dogs, right? Feed them, water them, play with them, clean up after them, done. I delivered Eve to her new home in Lake City and Adam was to go to my cousin but she ended up getting off work late that day and couldn't get him. I offered to keep him until he following weekend when it would be easier for her to come get him, plus he is a sweetheart and I secretly wanted to keep him really bad.
SO here we are. Sunday night was a breeze: he ate, we played and Rosie was obsessed with him, he went to sleep in Rosie's kennel.
Monday mornings when I leave Pepin at 5am I usually have Rose in her kennel because of her severe riding-in-cars-anxiety problem but since kitty was in there, Rosa had to ride up front with me. Which meant she was standing on the center console staring at me for the entire 1.5 hour ride and breathing her nasty hot dog breath all over me. We got home, I fed the kitty, put him back in his home, slapped a diaper on Rose and locked her in the closet (it's a giant walk-in closet, no worries) and went to work. I came home and fed the kitty and discovered that Rosie's love for kitty turned into pure jealousy and rage and she even started nipping at kitty. Not acceptable. So she's been pouting ever since. We only have 3 more days of this, she'll get over it.
Kitty and I had a weird bonding moment; we were sitting on the couch and he had been biting and attacking my face for three hours straight and all of the sudden he got really calm and just sat in the crook of my arm for a few minutes. Then all of the sudden he jumped up and put his front paws on my face and stared at me. Like, into my eyes. Creepy. He found the mole on my chin and started trying to nurse from it. WEIRD! I pulled him away and he latched onto my bottom lip and did the same thing. All of the sudden I started bawling and babbling about how this poor baby doesn't have a mommy and just wants love and comfort and thinks that I'm his mommy...O my GAWD what is wrong with me. I decided that I want to keep him. I called Joe and told him that I'm keeping the cat and he said, HELL NO. I'M NOT A CAT PERSON. I'm not either, I'm just deathly allergic to them. So what, I want this one. No, no, NO, the boyfriend said. Well, kitty is supposed to eat 3 times per day. I don't have time for that. So to compensate I feed him a big meal in the AM and a big meal in the PM and hope that it all evens out. Get real, I'm not into middle of the night feedings, not until I have a human baby to be responsible for.
So now it's Tuesday night and both critters got a bath tonight and I am upstairs in the kitchen typing this and they are both in the basement. Alone, together, in the basement. Rose started barking twice, I yelled at her, she stopped. I went down there once to make sure there wasn't kitty parts all over the basement but I know better; Rose wouldn't hurt a fly. I found Rose standing on my bed staring at the floor where the kitty was all the way inside my Croc with his butt sticking out. She has a love-hate relationship with Boo Boo Kitty Face and I'm just trying not to fall TOO much in love with the little shit before I have to give him to his forever home on Friday.
THIS is the only time the little a-hole sits still...and he's STILL blurry:
To give you an idea of how tiny little boy is...the measuring cup he's eating from is 1/2 cup. What a peanut!
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