The next morning I took him in to my vet, no appointment or phone call, I just showed up! My vet understood, he agreed the kitten needed to be seen and get on some meds right away. I took Chestnut to work with me for 3 days. I took litter and a pie pan to put that in, his carrier with him and a blanket and toy, and dishes for food and water. Also took the food, figured I could get the water there. AND a bag with all his meds, pills and ointments and what all. No one complained as they slowly found out I had an animal in the office! It was as if they understood the little one needed care.

Here he is on day 4, the meds have helped him SO much, just look at those clear eyes!


Since I already had 3 adult cats - Mr. Amber Cat, Sparkle and Vita - I fed him on the counter top for a while. (The benefit of living the bachelorette life! )




He grew quickly and loved to play with tails - anybody's tail! He was the only cat Amber ever took to. When I brought home Sparkle, and a year later Vita, each time it seemed as though Amber was ready to pack his bags and leave!



That box in the background stayed in my living room for 6 months. Baby Chestnut would dash down the hallway (off to the left rear) and jump onto that box and slide down it! It was a good thing Amber liked the baby, because Chestnut just loved his big brother, Amber. He did everything Amber did - good and bad - and went everywhere Amber went. Sometimes it was pretty clear that Amber was tired of him! Other times, he really took to the little guy.



Chestnut is on the left, Amber is on the right:



one more set coming!