I had to find "babysitters" for my kitten. She would get dropped off and picked up like a normal baby. The goat was easy enough that my fiance' would give him his bottles during the day when he came home for lunch and what not. Sam is a spoiled lil brat though thats for sure. She doesn't think she is a cat. And there is not many things I can do alone anymore. The list of things I can is really really short. I can no longer take a bath or shower on my own. She needs to accompany me to the restroom also. She has to be there when I cook...clean....sleep and am on the computer. But it was really fun raising her. I'd do it again in a heart beat. It was nerve wracking and scary in the beginning. When the first 3 kittens died I was so worried about her. They went to quick and for no apparent reason. I was very picky about everything with her. My parents laughed when I dropped her off with her "diaper bag" and the list of do's and don'ts for watching her. lol