Likes: The baba. Being the terror of the house. Cuddling.
Favorite Toy: Anything that moves; Kitty toys, TP rolls, fingers. Wrestling kitty rice pillow.
Favorite Nap Spot: In between my mother's boobs haha.
Favorite Food: KMR fomula.
Arrival Story: Number Six came to me through his mother. One day I opened my apartment door to a loud meow and a scared little grey kitty sitting on the steps. She wouldn't go away for three days so it was obvious she wasn't one of the complex's ferals. I won over her trust fairly quickly but it took her a while to really trust me. I discovered she was pregnant and far along. I couldn't find a home for her before she went into labor and gave birth to two kittens outside my door near the ledge of a drop from the second story. I had made her a box but she didn't use it, obviously, which we were afraid of. We birthed the kittens and I helped her along, breaking most of the sacs from their faces since she wasn't really doing that. We thought she was done and moved her inside for the night and then little number six came along around 3:30 am. He got his name instantly because it's a song from one of my favorite bands [alice nine.]. Things were great until the next morning when we discovered fleas and had to move them back outside. About 36-40 hours after birth, I noticed he wasn't nursing, was hardly squirming, and cold. We rushed to get milk replacement and by the time we got back he was to weak to lift his head and could barely make any sort of meow. We fed him, warmed him, and stimulated him and by the end of the night he was doing better. He then became my full time job and a hole in our pocket. I've never raised a kitten though I've hand-raised baby birds. Within a couple of days, he was less dehydrated, strong, flea-free, and doing better but the milk replacement didn't go well with him. It did nothing. I made a Pediolyte substitute and he was no longer dehydrated and started to actually nurse. He didn't grow a fraction of an ounce until I found a recipe for newborn kitten 'glop' and fed him that. Finally at 5 days old, he gained 1/4 ounce and started to grow and gained a tummy. He's doing great now and we're hoping for the best!
So when I was 16 days old, my mommy found out I had a cleft palate. She said it all made sense with all the problems I had with nursing and she was silly for not noticing sooner. I don't think she's silly even if I did have pretty much all the symptoms for it. I made loud noises when I sniffed for my bottle called snuffling. I had milk coming out of my nose that my mommy thought was because she was feeding me too fast. I sneezed, but I don't really cough much. I didn't grow very well, I didn't grow at all until I was two weeks old and I was born just barely 2 ounces to begin with! When I was back with my cat mommy, I couldn't nurse on her belly and that was why my mommy had to save my life and take me in to hand-raise me in the first place.
My mommy took me to the vet right away and I didn't like it very much especially since I still couldn't see! The vet told mommy that she was doing everything just right, to keep doing it, and he had no other suggestions. He said I was perfectly healthy otherwise except for possible worms which he wouldn't treat until later and constipation. He also said I was born immature. My mommy felt better and we went back home.
So I have a cleft palate but that doesn't change anything for me. Mommy's still feeding me with the nipple and syringe. She still loves me, of course, and everyone's been saying that they're definitely going to keep me for the rest of my life. Secretly, I think it's just because they've spent so much time and money on me that they think adopting me out would be stupid, especially since they all love me so much.
Mommy thinks it's funny because she was trying really hard to not get attached to one of us from my litter. She didn't even ask to keep me, Grandma decided I was staying!
They don't know what they're going to do about my cleft palate though. They don't know if they want to get the surgery to fix it or not and they can't find a really good vet to talk to about it. I guess I'm rare, I just think I'm normal.