Here is a pic of the 4-week-old kitten that I am fostering for the Animal Rescue League until he is old enough for adoption (8 weeks). I picked him up the week before Thanksgiving when he was just barely 3 weeks old and had to start off bottle-feeding him, but he is thankfully eating on his own now. Thanksgiving morning we woke up to him limp and passed out in his litter box - after 36 hours at the emergency vet, he came home recovered from a little bout of hypothermia. Now he's relegated to a kennel that only has room for his little litter box and a heating pad, so he's desperately excited for attention and affection when he's out. So much so that he won't sit still. After an hour or so, this is how he fell asleep, jammed between our legs while we were watching football.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Meet Carrot, the kitten
Clearly, if I don't make any promises, it means I'll be better about posting.
Here is a pic of the 4-week-old kitten that I am fostering for the Animal Rescue League until he is old enough for adoption (8 weeks). I picked him up the week before Thanksgiving when he was just barely 3 weeks old and had to start off bottle-feeding him, but he is thankfully eating on his own now. Thanksgiving morning we woke up to him limp and passed out in his litter box - after 36 hours at the emergency vet, he came home recovered from a little bout of hypothermia. Now he's relegated to a kennel that only has room for his little litter box and a heating pad, so he's desperately excited for attention and affection when he's out. So much so that he won't sit still. After an hour or so, this is how he fell asleep, jammed between our legs while we were watching football.
Here is a pic of the 4-week-old kitten that I am fostering for the Animal Rescue League until he is old enough for adoption (8 weeks). I picked him up the week before Thanksgiving when he was just barely 3 weeks old and had to start off bottle-feeding him, but he is thankfully eating on his own now. Thanksgiving morning we woke up to him limp and passed out in his litter box - after 36 hours at the emergency vet, he came home recovered from a little bout of hypothermia. Now he's relegated to a kennel that only has room for his little litter box and a heating pad, so he's desperately excited for attention and affection when he's out. So much so that he won't sit still. After an hour or so, this is how he fell asleep, jammed between our legs while we were watching football.
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