It Ain't Summer 'Til There's Kittens to Foster

My aunt lives out in the country on a farm. As such there are feral cats. Because there are feral cats there are kittens, some who lose their mothers, others who get abandoned. And when that happens, it's time to break out the bottles and formula.

But at least this time it's only two kittens a couple of weeks old rather than brand-spanking-new, and fairly close to making the transition to dry food. But one of them was born with a deformity - both its legs are folded inward (if anyone knows Lil' Bub from Youtube, it's like with her legs). So of course that one we may keep, and of course I'm going to worry endlessly about him/her (can't quite tell, yet, which it is) since he/she's acting rather lethargic (but that could be because getting around tires him/her out faster). The other kitten is your typical few-weeks-old kitten all roly-poly and thinking he/she's tougher than he/she is and looking at you with those big eyes in that little face. It's so brain-exploding adorable I can hardly stand it.

Gah! Why is life destined to make me such a cat lady! *sobs!*