Harper was not quite a year old and Sniper was just 18 months old and I had a full time job plus a teenage boy. I wasn't sure if I was able to take care of such a young kitten, but I went over to their house to see "her". We were convinced that Georgie was a girl at the time and her name was to be Claire.
|This is the day I brought Georgie home|
I brought him home in the baby kitten carrier talking to him the whole time. He didn't seem too impressed with my words or with my singing abilities. He got bored and went to sleep. After I got home, Sniper and Harper both knew something was up and there was some sort of creature in the carrier. Harper stuck her little black nose in the air and went straight to my room and curled up on the bed. Sniper was interested, but he just meowed and wrapped himself around my legs so I would fill up his food dish.
|holding the bottle and winking|
As soon as I got home, the kitten started squealing again to be fed. I warmed up a bottle and got him out of the carrier. Harper hissed and ran. Sniper ignored both of us. As I fed the kitten, his little ears wiggled back and forth after he finally figured out that the bottle was a good thing and not something to be fought or attacked.
I quickly figured out that the kitten did NOT like laying on his tummy to take a bottle. He preferred to be held with his back against my chest so he could hold (or attack, depending on your point of view) the bottle. After he ate and burped stinky kitten milk burps and peed and pooped, he wouldn't settle down unless I wrapped him up like a kitten burrito. I could then gently (!) sway him back and forth and he would go to sleep for 2-4 hours. This went on for 7.5 LONG weeks until he was weaned at 9 weeks old.
|he really loved his burrito|
I had never known a kitten that loved being swaddled almost like a human baby. My own human baby hated it!! This little guy went everywhere except work with me. He had to be fed every 3 hours with a longer stretch of 6 hours at night. He didn't know how to walk so watching him learn to walk was hysterical. The first time he ran, he actually ran backwards. Harper was terrified of him until he was about 12 weeks old. Sniper still isn't quite sure that he likes him, but I think he's accepted that he isn't going anywhere.
I took him to the vet 4 days after I brought him home. The vet assured me that the kitten I thought was a little girl was actually a very healthy, 9 ounce little boy kitten. His name was changed from Claire (and other names that I thought of but didn't stick) to Georgie. He is a total rascal and as my sister says, "Jeez, your cat is BAD!" He got put in time out more than H did.
|Georgie, age 2|