aww! It's amazing how these dirty little fluff balls can steal your heartwell it was a few years ago their where 10 kittens and they where in bad shape to begin with (1 died the day after they got to us) they where a pure breed something because the lady that dumped them on me helped run our local kitten mill (until i yelled at her mom one to many times and they moved). They lived until they where about 4 weeks old but then they started dropping dead one after another 9 kittens in total died in one week to a rare heart valve disorder we lost 3 in one hour on the same day needless to say i had a crash course in feline CPR that day. I would have put them down if they had told me the reason why they wanted to get rid of them is because two cull cats both with the same heart problems got into each other pens and had two litters of kittens. If i ever have to watch the life leave a bunch of baby's in my arms ever again i have to say i will be seriously thinking about suicide. Anyway a week or so after they left my dogs sounded the alarm and i ran out back to check on them to find they had cornered what i thought at first was a log. Until it started mewing i moved the log and a dirty rat i thought at the time came running up my leg from their old backyard. It turns out it was a 3 week old pure breed long haired solid white kitten (my mom swears he is a main coon but idk) i had just finished doing necropsy's (since i couldn't find a vet to do them) and digging graves so i was going to take it straight to a shelter but i had to go to work so i took it inside and put it in a carrier. When i got home my mom had washed him (to which he grew to the size of a softball of fuzzy cuteness) she put a cute collar on him and given him the name Mr. Poof 6 years later he is known as my "little man" he loves sunbathing is crazy about cheese and hates dirty litter boxes.
he is going to be 7 in October
our boy Monro, my husband found him in the middle of a busy road while he was at work test driving someone's car. He thought that he was a little bag Laying on the road until he got close. He straddled him at the last minute then went back for him. He was the size of my Palm, flea infested and terrified, hissing at everything. He was so small, he couldn't even eat solid food yet! We had baby formula still from our daughter so I ended up soaking cat food (from our other cat) in it and feeding him that way. I bathed him up, cleaned him up really nice and got rid of all the fleas. We named him Monro, after the garage my husband was working at lol. He's almost 7 years old now and grew to be a big strong, 17 lb (all muscle, no fat) boy with tons of personality, who loves to play with the dogs (thinks he's one of them) and is always pouncing and attacking anything that can resemble a toy lol. I think he came from feral cats.
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. Until it started mewing i moved the log and a dirty rat i thought at the time came running up my leg from their old backyard. It turns out it was a 3 week old pure breed long haired solid white kitten (my mom swears he is a main coon but idk) i had just finished doing necropsy's (since i couldn't find a vet to do them) and digging graves so i was going to take it straight to a shelter but i had to go to work so i took it inside and put it in a carrier. When i got home my mom had washed him (to which he grew to the size of a softball of fuzzy cuteness) she put a cute collar on him and given him the name Mr. Poof 6 years later he is known as my "little man" he loves sunbathing is crazy about cheese and hates dirty litter boxes. 