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The operation begins with gearing up. A thick towel. Gloves normally reserved for the quasi-Olympic sport of Extreme Snowball Fighting. The syringe….

….and the cat milk.

Number Nine (yeah, he doesn’t have a name yet) is too little. I said he was too little! But it was too late, they’d already taken him away from his feral mother for a day by the time I got to him. She might have rejected him by then and I couldn’t say no to the begging faces. But–he’s too little!
Feeding him is an ordeal that takes at least two people. He wants to nurse, but there is no mama to nurse him, only a syringe. And his tiny paws have sharp claws.

He’s too little. Nobody ever listens to me.

Did I not tell Kennedy to stay away from the grassy knoll?

Okay, I wasn’t even born then, but I would have told him that.
Number Nine looks like he’d like a grassy knoll right about now.

Get ‘er down.

Number Nine agrees it was an ordeal.

We all deserve a little Judge Judy down time now.

Yeah, I know, she is scary, isn’t she, Number Nine?

But we love her, just like we love you!

Even if you are too little………… And the Children Who Wanted Him keep going to school and leaving me alone with him and I have to feed him all by myself without all the hazardous materials gear they wear when they pair up to do it. HELP.
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Mark says his name should be “Lucky.” I vote for “Stubborn” or maybe “Plucky.” Or, hou about a good old Appalachian word, “Gunption.”
This cat will probably be one of the best csts you’ve ever had. (I will even go half on the spaying/neuturing – since the cat came from my place.)
Keep up the good work!
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Annabelle is getting so big……I’m sure she just wants her Giant Puppy Protector back……….
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Sending good thoughts that your furry friend will do well.
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I think is obvious that you are going to have to just call this one Nine. Thats just to awesome not to happen.
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Good luck!
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I have been thinking of the little guy as “Niners” since your first pictures of him. He sure sounds determined to survive, I only hope you do too!
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He sure is CUTE!
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Kitty bottle will help immensely and don’t forget to rub the butt with tissue or cottonballs for pee and poop or he’ll implode.
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at the construction site where my ex-husband was working. My son begged to bring one home, and Morty has been with us 8 yrs. now.
He is the most loveable, smart and handsome cat ever! He gets along with every other animal he’s met. The only thing is he lacks in “cat” ways. Since he grew up with the dogs and had no cat to teach him, he pretty much acts like a dog or human! You are going to have alot of fun with Number Nine!He is SO adorable!
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I better not show my daughter your post (or the kitty). She has 2 cats now and tells me she is the 30 yr. old single cat lady that people talk about. ha She would want him immediately!
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Kitten milk-WalMart.
If there isn’t kitten milk, dilute regular milk with water. Gives them the Run-Run-Rudolphs if you don’t. Another week, maybe sooner depending on how cooperative he is, try Iams kitten food in the purple can.
He’ll be fine. It’s not easy, but it’s possible. Keep us updated. He’s a cutie pie!
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You are doing such a great thing to be helping this kitten. I had a feral kitten who took forever to trust me. I don’t think she really ever did but there was love. Her name was Lilly Ann. Putting that name in the ‘hat’ for number 9 … if she is a he, than Riley would be a good orange boy name.
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I know it’s a pain now, but the rewards are huge!
Have fun, good luck.
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But he definitely found the right family to adopt!
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And, I too think he should forever more be called Number 9. I love that name. Please keep us posted on the feeding saga. What a sweet story!
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Annabelle, poor Annabelle – can’t you just put some small trees and bushes on one end of your porch, put down a layer of dirt and plant some grass, so she can have her own “pasture” right there?!!
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Are you using a kitten replacer? the Vets office should sell it along with the kitten bottle.
For several weeks I carried a small kitten to the office with me and back, feeding hijm every couple of hours, until he was weaned.
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It’s really annoying to feed them every few hours, but you will have a special close bond with this little guy.
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Good luck! Love your blog!
Terrye
http://aunt-ters.blogspot.com/
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Unfortunately one of his brothers wasn’t so lucky. He showed up later and was my 7th feral kitten that year and so I named him Lucky Seven and at only 7 months he was hit by a car coming for breakfast (sob). So now I don’t care for the name Lucky but I think Niners is a wonderful name.
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When he gets a little bigger, mix some baby cereal in with the kitten milk. It will fill him up, and he won’t need to eat as often.
Good luck! He’s adorable!
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