It has been one year since the love of my life entered my life. I knew that my friend found a litter of kittens near her house & had been watching after them. It wasn't until it stormed really bad that I started to really worry about their well-being. I swear ever since I was really young, I’ve been the crazy animal lover who picks up strays. I decided that it was my responsibility to take the kittens from her and nurse them back to health. When I got to them, I realized just how tiny they were. Two little kittens. One small little girl with black fur, & the other little boy with goldish orange fur. Straight away I took them to PetSmart to buy bottles and milk formula to feed them. I actually had to sneak into my house because I was afraid my mom wouldn’t let me keep them. Of course they blew my cover. With their tiny little squeals my mom knew instantly where I had been. Nevertheless, she helped me feed them, and make them a little bed in a plastic box. I practically had taken on two newborn human babies lol. I had no idea how much it took to raise kittens who weren't even a week old yet. Every 2 hours, I had to bottle feed them. The milk couldn't be too hot, but warm like their mothers would be. Sometimes they would down the bottle, & other times they would reject it. This is what scared me. I didn't know why Lexi (the little girl) wasn't drinking milk anymore. I had to take both of them to the vet who then told me that she was probably the rut and without the mother, she just was too weak to survive. I cried like crazy and he told me that Owen (the little boy) would probably not make it either. I had to put Lexi to sleep and just like that Owen had lost his sister. I took on the pain that he didn't feel. My mom told me to put all my energy and time into Owen and raise him the best I can and that’s what I did.
Besides the feeding every 2 hours, I had to stimulate his area with a warm towel to make him use the restroom. Apparently the mother does that for them so that became my job. I had to make sure he never got too cold so one day I slept on the couch so that I could turn on the ceiling fan there instead of making him cold in my room. Sometimes Owen would drink too fast and then choke. His eyes would go glossy and he didn't know what to do. Lord knows I had no idea what to do. I would call the vet crying asking for help but then I would just put him on my shoulder and pat his tee tiny little body with my finger to make him spit out the milk. I had milk stains all over me and a lot of the time I would have his throw up on me too. (Doesn’t this sound like a real baby?)
He would constantly follow me from room to room and cry when I left him. We both became very attached to each other, & I assure you that, that bond cannot ever be broken. I do realize that they say cats don’t care much for their humans, but it shows when Owen is surrounded by a lot of people. He’ll come running to me and jump in my lap. When I got Eva, he didn't speak to me for a week and I cried. If we made eye contact, he'd hiss at me! But he soon forgave me and he loves his sister now.
He’s just so precious and relies heavily on me to be the protector from all harm. He witnessed my prom and graduation. He moved in with me at my very first apartment & it was just me and him. He has been there through my 18th year (Which has been the craziest year yet). He is just along for the ride, no complaints.
One year later, he is less playful and a little more independent, but sometimes he has his moments where he’ll sleep on my chest for hours. Those are the moments that I live for. I know that people think I’m crazy & I totally am, but when I get paid I always try to spoil my little babies first before anything. Giving Owen a warm home, good food, & a lot of love just makes me so happy. He’s grown into such a big, bashful, beautiful boy, but he will always be my “Baby O”.
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Until Forever :)
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