Age: 6 Years Sex: Male Weight: 1 lbs.
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August 12th 2010
July 28th 2010
Drinking milk, or sucking on my fingers.
Dogs who are always in his way.
Gus. Only because they play some what nice.
Favorite Nap Spot:
On my bed.
He only meows when hes hungry or wants some play time.
My dad, sister and I were loading up straw from this one farm, as I was moving the straw, I seen something move. At frist I thought Bud was a rat, since there were mice all over. Why not a rat? I was screaming, telling someone to get me something to poke Bud with. Thinking it was a rat, and me not wanting to be bitten.
My sister came by me, and was like omg its a baby kitten. At that moment I picked Bud up, and held him. I had to put him down until we were done loading up straw.
I went to the house, and asked the owners where they wanted the kitten, since there wasn't any straw left for him. The teenager, was like, we got kittens? How many? I said only this one, I think he could tell that I wanted him, so he said I could keep the kitten.
I wouldn't of kepted Bud, if he wasn't sick. I know young kittens needs there mothers, but Bud was really sick, and having him here for five days, hes doing amazing. He's eating, moving, purring, and everything like a normal kitten.
Bud is one of the best things in my life right now. Everything happens for a reason, and I know he was there for a reason. I only wish his Mom was taking care of him.
Bud is all black with dark blue eyes. And the littest ears you have ever seen.
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September 18th 2010 5:13 pm
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Hello. My name is Bud. Not buddy only Bud. Why? Only because Mom kept calling me Bud, so thats my name now. :)
I was found on 9-13-10. Mom was moving some straw bales from one farm to my new house. At first Mom thought I was a rat! Can you beleive that? Haha.
Mom took me to the owners house, and asked them that Mom should do with me. They didn't even know I lived, or was even there for that matter of fact. CRAZYY!!
They said Mom could take me, and she did. Mom is VERY protective and caring for animals, and she wouldn't do anything that would make me sicker. I was sick, and ill, and probably would of died within a day if she didn't take me.
The first night, I didn't want to drink any milk from the bottle. It wasn't the same that I was used to. The next day I was starving and drank. Now I'm a expert on it. I drink a whole bottle easily.
I'm now able to crawl, and chase the dogs. Not well but I get them sooner or later.
I'm always with Momma. I hate it when she leaves me. I cry until she comes back or someone else picks me up.
I love my new life. There was more, but the main thing is, Mom took me home because she knew I was dying, and now I'm doing great. Wanna know more about my story? Just send me a paw mail, and I'll respond ASAP.
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