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June 6th 2006
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I was working at a local emergency hospital in California as a receptionist. One night a good Samaritan came by with a box of feral kittens she found on her driveway. Looking into the box I saw a litter of three day old kittens. Two orange males and a grey tabby female. Instantly I knew it was fate. My other two boys (Orange tabbies) had been part of the same litter (2 male ojs and a female grey tab). I took them into the back and into an incubator to warm up.
Unfortunately, just as with my two cats at home, the future of these kittens didn't look bright. While they weren't sick, they were definately cold an hungry. One of the orange tabbies was larger than the other two and had a little mohawk. The female grey was a little smaller than him but looked healthy. The second orange tabby has a bit of dried umbilical wrapped around his leg a little too tight, so I removed it. He was very quiet and small and just weak looking. The runt. The future looked even bleaker to him.
The doctor on duty looked at them. While they were healthy, they were just too young. The local humane society wouldn't take them because of their age and the pound would automatically put them to sleep. Unless one of the staff members volunteered, they would die that night. Unfortunately, everyone there had been through the rigors of raising kittens so young and did not want to go through it again. Except for me. I had never done anything like it. I expressed interest and people were trying to talk me out of it. It was too much work, too tiring, they were probably all going to die anyway. But...I couldn't say no now. Because I knew the moment I said no, I was effectively signing them off to their death. I was going to at least give them a chance.
So I took them on. I got a crash course in feeding kittens. They were so little and so underweight (the biggest one was 3 ounces, the runt, barely 2), I was told to tube feed them. Basically to slide a small tube down their throats and give them formula directly into their stomachs. Every 2 hours. Even through the night. So I got home, got them settled into a box with a heating pad by my bed and set the alarm to go off in 2 hours.
They cried a lot that night. Looking back, I now know that meant they were either cold or hungry. But I got up every 2 hours on the dot and warmed the formula, fed them and stimulated them to urinate and defecate.
The first night was rough but I made it through. The next night I was feeding the biggest kitten when I noticed he was very lethargic and not as alert as before. I also noticed he had blood in his urine. I raced him down to my work, crying because I remembered everyone telling me I would probably lose them all before the week was over. The vet examined him and told me he wasn't sure what was wrong and I tearfully decided to put him to sleep since he was barely moving at this point and he was too small for any sort of treatments to be done. In tears, I headed out to the car. The vet came running out after me, telling me that the kitten still had a suckling reflex and there was still hope. So I relented and brought him back home with me, having a small bit of hope......by the next feeding he was dead. I was heart broken.
Down to two kittens, I gave them even more of my time and effort. A day passed...then two. Suddenly...one night when I went to feed them, I found the little female limp, blood coming from her mouth. She was still breathing...I rushed her to my work and just asked to have her put down. I couldn't stand waking up to find her dead. At that age....there really is nothing that can be done...
So I was left with a single kitten...the runt who had had the cord wrapped around his leg. From that point forward, I was so paranoid about that little guy. Every time I went to get him for feedings, I was scared to death I'd find him dead. But I doted on him with everything I had. It was the worst time of my life, the constant worrying, the stressing but it was also the best. Slowly he started growing....moving onto a real bottle. I got to watch his little body develop, his eyes opening (a bit early thanks to a raging infection in one), his ears opening, his first akward steps. On warm nights I'd let him sleep on my chest instead of in the box where he often grew lonely. I'd hold him on his back when he was crying and nuzzle his stomach with my face....he'd always stop crying.
Still...the one thing I refused to do was name him. Because naming him would acknowledge his existence even more. It would make him solid in my heart and make it that much harder when I lost him. And I was certain I would lose him. Somehow, I'd lose him, it was just a matter of time.
But days grew into weeks, weeks into months. And he was still with me by the time he was due for his shots. He was now a strong, healthy young kitten, full of love and fun. I knew I had to name him so I finally did. Keeping with the theme of Japanese names for my other two cats, I tried to find something that related his demonic past (born on 6/6/06) but everything seemed much too....mean...for someone as cute as him. So I settled on the word for orphan, Koji and it stuck.
Koji got outside one night and never came back :( I looked all over for him but nowhere to be found. I miss you booboos...I hope that you just found a new family.
I'm too cute NOT to sit on your chest.
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I'm finally free of that nasty collar! Mom took me into the doctor for something or other. She said something about nooter? And a herneea? I dunno, all I do know is when I woke up I felt like something was missing...but man did I feel GOOD! All sorts of pretty colors and stuff dancing around! But then mom put on this HORRID collar around my neck! I looked like a clown! It kept getting in my way and made it impossible to clean myself! Rabi and Kyo made fun of me too. Meanies....I made sure to take Kyo's favorite sleeping spot as much as I could.
But after what seemed like forever I finally got it off! I can clean my belly again! I don't know what I did to deserve such a punishment but I'll be on my best behavior from now on! I haven't stopped cuddling and loving mom since! Gotta make sure to stay on her good side!
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