Kater
12-09-2004, 02:32 AM
Wow, I’m behind! I have yet to post about my most recent foster who is no longer all that recent. :o
My mother and I fostered a single bottle baby this summer before and during my internship. He was found at a skate park by my friend’s younger brother. I doubt he was truly abandoned but it is probably better that he grew up with people and can be a tame housecat instead of a feral. After I got the phone call, we drove to pick him up. They had been giving him cow’s milk and so he was a bit sickie. :( We immediately started him on formula and he started firming up. ;)
My mother and I hadn’t fostered bottle babies for years so I PMed Aly with all my questions. THANKS ALY! :D Poor thing endured numerous baths with lemon Dawn to rid him of his fleas.
We called him Burrito George. Burrito because we always wrapped him in a little towel to feed him since he would knead us with sharp little kitten nails and George just because it’s a cute name. :p
It was really hard to leave him when I went to the Big Island for my internship. I only know the handsome grown up George from pictures and my Mom only took TWO! *cries* But everything worked out so well because my Mom had a constant companion during recovery from knee surgery. She really enjoyed George and helped him grow into a most handsome little man.
When he was finally two pounds we took him to our local humane society where he was quickly adopted. After all, who could resist his darling FACE!
On the first day after the car ride home…
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/kmillen/Burrito%20George/george2.bmp
Exploring the bathroom…
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/kmillen/Burrito%20George/george3edit.jpg
Size comparison…
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/kmillen/Burrito%20George/george1.bmp
More in next post...
My mother and I fostered a single bottle baby this summer before and during my internship. He was found at a skate park by my friend’s younger brother. I doubt he was truly abandoned but it is probably better that he grew up with people and can be a tame housecat instead of a feral. After I got the phone call, we drove to pick him up. They had been giving him cow’s milk and so he was a bit sickie. :( We immediately started him on formula and he started firming up. ;)
My mother and I hadn’t fostered bottle babies for years so I PMed Aly with all my questions. THANKS ALY! :D Poor thing endured numerous baths with lemon Dawn to rid him of his fleas.
We called him Burrito George. Burrito because we always wrapped him in a little towel to feed him since he would knead us with sharp little kitten nails and George just because it’s a cute name. :p
It was really hard to leave him when I went to the Big Island for my internship. I only know the handsome grown up George from pictures and my Mom only took TWO! *cries* But everything worked out so well because my Mom had a constant companion during recovery from knee surgery. She really enjoyed George and helped him grow into a most handsome little man.
When he was finally two pounds we took him to our local humane society where he was quickly adopted. After all, who could resist his darling FACE!
On the first day after the car ride home…
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/kmillen/Burrito%20George/george2.bmp
Exploring the bathroom…
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/kmillen/Burrito%20George/george3edit.jpg
Size comparison…
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/kmillen/Burrito%20George/george1.bmp
More in next post...