The kitten is 23 days old today. his name is champ. I got him when he was one day old, after having bween dropped in the driveway of a friend's home. She brought him into the Northern Lights cafe to try to get some condensed milk into him.
I said i would help and went to my vet in North Dakota to get a nurser kit and kitten formula.
then took him home into a crate with a heating pad, towels and a fleece jacket to warm his little body, which was already chilled.
I've never had children. I've never tried to save a kitten. This was an amazing experience. Dr. Dunn the vet gave him 50/50 chance of surviving when i was there nearly every day with another crisis. so far so good.
I didn't give him a name until he was 15 days old and looked like the worst had passed. In the last 48 hours, his teeth are long enough to give me a good bite on the chin and his little claws and like needles. He also is now awake when i come to the crate to feed him, and his eyes focus. He also has some attitude problems surfacing ..... this is the thanks I get for 3 straight days and nights of feeding him every 3 hours. And now every 4 hours through the day. He has a mighty purr and a funny little squeal. He's beige ..... champagne beige ..... and he's going to make it i tink.
We go this noon to visit the Senior Citizens at lunch. They have made him their mascot after daily status reports from me for the last 3 weeks.
I am happy.
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