Guess what I found last night?
A kitten. A tiny little black kitten who’s eyes aren’t open yet.
I was outside last night around 5pm smoking a cigarette and I heard this tiny little kittie mew.
I looked around and didn’t see a kitten and thought nothing more about it. [Our apartment complex is overrun with feral cats]
Well, right before we went to bed last night, I was back out on our porch and heard the kitten again.
The thing was obviously in big time distress so I set out looking for him.
I found him…and now I can’t get rid of him.
Have you ever tried to get someone to take a kitten that has to be bottle fed?
Yeah, good luck.
Luckily, I had an ounce of expressed breastmilk and a medicine syringe and I managed to get a bit of milk into him. [I also managed to drown him a couple of times]
Once the milk was gone, I was at a loss as to what I was going to feed him. The thought of pumping for the kitten just wasn’t very feasible.
It was at that point that I remembered the sample of baby formula that I received in the mail yesterday. Talk about a coincendence, huh?
Anyway, we went to Petsmart this morning to try and get one of the rescue organizations to take him, but all I could get was “we can help you when he’s eight weeks”. His eyes are still very much closed, so I have quite a while.
We picked up a can of kitten formula and an actual bottle and for the time being, I’m bottle feeding…a kitten…every two hours.
Keep your fingers crossed that between feeding my ten months old, taking care of the dogs and cat and catching a little bit of sleep here and there that I remain somewhat sane.
I have a feeling that this is going to be a wild ride.