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Foster Kittens: The Wildflower Posse

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The Air Crew had just flown out of BeeBee’s House and they were supposed to be the last fosters for us as we had long-planned and unalterable out-of-town business to attend to. Emergencies are just that, though. We were getting ready to close down the kitten rooms when a call came in about a litter of nine found abandoned in a field. Now, nine is a very large litter (the average litter is 3-5 depending on a lot of things, though up to 10 is possible), so it was thought that someone likely dumped two litters of newborns at the same time. (THERE IS A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL FOR THOSE WHO DUMP BABY ANIMALS TO DIE! There are options! People like me will care for them!)
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Four of the kittens had already died of exposure, but five were still alive. I rushed to the shelter to at least weigh and assess them, and found they were complete newborns — eyes still closed, umbilical cords still attached, still covered in effluvium. Clearly whomever had collected and dumped them (because their mom would NEVER have them out in the open like that, exposed and cold in a field) did so just after they were born. Plans or no plans, we had to take them as long as we were able. I packed them up and brought them home. Another foster who takes care of neonates was out of town but due to return before my own planned leave, so we did what we’re here to do and cared for them for the ten days we had left before we had to go.

We named them after wildflowers since they were found in a field; three girls, two boys – Rowan, Fern, Petal, Nettle, and Bramble.

Everyone did well for the first three days. I went in to give them their usual evening feeding and found little Petal burning up with fever. We did what we could, but she passed away at 2AM of Fading Kitten Syndrome — a fast and highly lethal set of conditions that are unpreventable, unpredictable, and very hard to beat. It comes on suddenly without warning and is heartbreaking to help a kitten fight through. We did our very best (even the vet comforted me the following morning, assuring me I did everything possible) but lost her. She was the first kitten I’d ever lost to FKS. We were devastated.

Despite our loss, there were others depending on us to care for them, and they continued to eat well and grow. They began to open their eyes right on time.

Baby Rowan with both eyes open!

As they grew, the time to send them off to another foster home to finish growing up drew near, and we tried desperately to alter plans so that we could continue to care for them. Things didn’t work out that way, so we passed them over to another wonderful foster who takes in bottle-babies. They were only two weeks old and would need a bottle for another three at least. I wrote the new foster a letter detailing their personalities, likes, and dislikes, and sent them on their way with their favorite blankie, some KMR kitten formula, and other supplies.

We missed them terribly and thought of them often, and kept an eye on the shelter when they were due to return for adoption. They knew I was waiting to give them hugs before they went to their forever homes, and I got a call when they were brought in. They were so big and grew up so beautifully!

Special thanks to Patsy who fostered them during our absence! You did wonderfully, and we can’t thank you enough!

All were adopted very soon after being returned to the shelter. We were barely home 24 hours from our planned absence with another three days left on the “out of town” roster when another emergency call came in….

Foster Kittens: The Air Crew

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While the Gemstone Gang was finishing out their growing in the Big Kids Room, we got a call about a couple of kittens who needed some extra care. BeeBee’s House specializes in special needs kittens, and the Isolation Room was open, so we took in a couple of 5-6 week old boys who were having some gastrointestinal problems. They had a sister as well who was staying at the vet’s office, in much worse condition than they were. (Sadly, she passed away before she could foster here at BeeBee’s House.)

Wilbur and Orville may have been born in the same area, but it’s doubtful they were true siblings. Brothers from another mother, perhaps, but there was nothing remotely similar about them. Wilbur was big and fluffy while Orville was scrawny and tabby. (And oh, so sassy! I loved that little guy!)

They stayed with us for about three weeks, with multiple rounds of medications and trips to the vet and fecal flotation tests. Just as they’d improve, they’d get hit with another bout of diarrhea. On and on this went. Still, it didn’t get their spirits (or their appetites!) down. They kept steadily improving and gaining weight despite the parasite trying to make them miserable.

Soon they were rid of their infection and ready for adoption! They went in for tests at the veterinary hospital and were immediately adopted. And none too soon, either, because just as they left BeeBee’s House, another call came in….

Foster Kittens: The Gemstone Gang

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Just as the Broadway Boys were getting ready to be adopted, BeeBee’s House got a call about a special circumstance. Normally we take in kittens who are orphans or abandoned, but the shelter was over capacity with rescues. A cat had been brought in the previous night and ended up giving birth right there in her crate in the medical bay of the shelter. There was no room at the inn, so to speak, and the floor of the medical bay in a converted dog crate was no place for a new mom to raise her kittens.

As the Broadway Boys were in the Big Kids Room and the Isolation Room (my master bath) was currently unoccupied, I agreed to take Mama Cat and her five kittens until they were weaned and ready for adoption.

Mama and her newborns

Closeup of newborns

She was the BEST mom! She was wary and upset at first, and only allowed me (not Mr. James) to feed her and change the litter box, and let me inspect and weigh her kittens. There were three boys and two girls. After a night of safety and comfort, Mama Cat allowed Mr. James to visit and give her food. (I think she was upset because men captured her and put her in a cage and moved her all around and she’d had enough of males for a bit. Sometimes a girl just needs some girl time, you know?)

Everyone was clean and looked healthy. We took a trip to the vet to make sure the lump in Mama Cat’s belly wasn’t another kitten (stress like she was under being captured can bring on a condition called “delayed labor;” we wanted to make sure she was through giving birth). It turned out to be normal digestive things (food and poop!) and all was well. The kittens were good weights (except one on the smallish side, but otherwise fine) and Mama was okay. We returned to BeeBee’s House to settle in.

And settle in she did! She was a fantastic mom and a wonderful cat. We named her “Bijou,” (French for “jewel”) and her kittens were named after gemstones. The boys were a brown tick tabby (just like his mom, only more black on top) and two identical black twin boys (even their weights were within a gram of each other!). The girls were a light brown mackerel tabby and a poached egg tabby (the smallest).

So we had Mama Bijou, Mica, Jet, Flint, Amber, and Beryl.

Mama Bijou, (L-R) Beryl, Amber, Mica, Jet, Flint

Normally kittens stay in the Isolation Room until they learn to use a litter box more-or-less reliably; around 4 weeks. Then they go into the Big Kids Room for another 4-5 weeks until they’re old enough/weigh enough to be adopted out. With this lot, it was a little different. Since they had their mom, we didn’t have to bottle feed them or stimulate them to go to the bathroom. Bijou handled all that. All we had to do was keep her fed, clean her room and litter box, and love on her and her kittens. (She got all the love and attention and treats a cat could want!) Five kittens is a large litter, plus Mom, so they quickly outgrew the master bath.

Even though it was more than a week early, something had to be done. The Broadway Boys had been adopted out and the Big Kids Room was clean, so we set up a playpen in there and put down a barrier over the carpet to protect against any messes that kittens learning to use the litter box tend to make. We taped up a cardboard threshold that Mama could step over but little kittens couldn’t (in theory), so she could get some adult lounging time on the windowsill while they played in their playpen.

That lasted all of ten seconds. Kittens figured out how to get over that threshold within hours to follow Mom around, so we gave up and just let them have the run of the room. Carpets clean, so whatever. Mom had other places she could get away from them when she wanted adult time. So no more playpen. Just playing.

They loved this. They grew up fast. Mama weaned them at around five weeks (right on schedule) and they began eating food out of her bowl, just like Mom!

Some were not as enthusiastic about weaning as others.

But they soon got the hang of it.

Still, sometimes they’d go back to the familiar, for comfort’s sake (and because Amber was a Princess and had to be top of the pile every time!).

L-R: Jet, Amber, Flint, Beryl. Mica was off toddling.

Soon after weaning, Mama Bijou went to the shelter to be adopted while the kittens stayed with us to finish growing and socializing.

Mama Bijou was soon snapped up (because she was such an awesome cat) and taken to her forever home while the Gemstones continued to grow and learn. Everyone made weight on time (they should be 2 lbs at 8 weeks old or so) except little Beryl. She was always small for her age, and I made sure she always got a full meal despite her brothers and sister always trying to push her away from the breast. She wasn’t ready to be adopted with the others, and needed a few more weeks with us before that could happen.

Now, I’m going to make a confession here. Mr. James and I took one look at little poached egg tabby Beryl and knew she was ours from minute one. We tried to convince ourselves otherwise, but as the weeks went on, it was beyond clear that she belonged in our home as a permanent resident. We tried our best to resist, but some things are just meant to be, and we never stood a chance. I put in an application for her before they were even ready for adoption. I mean…come on….

So Beryl became a permanent addition to the James Household. It was just a given from minute one that this was her house and she wasn’t going anywhere.

As for the others, well…they were snapped up too. Jet and Flint were adopted together, as were Mica and Amber. Everyone now has a forever home, including their mom. Grow big and stay happy, little Gemstones! We love you!

L-R: Beryl, Mica, Jet, Amber, Flint

Foster Kittens: The Broadway Boys

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Meet Alex (as in “-ander Hamilton”) and Sweet Baby James!

Found abandoned in some blackberry brambles, Alex and his tiny brother Sweet Baby James were the youngest kittens to be fostered so far at BeeBee’s House. Barely three weeks old, they were still nursing, so it was bottle-feeding every three hours (around the clock, mind you! Kittens need feeding during the night as well!) for them in the beginning.

You can see this feat of accomplishment here. Alex did not fool around at mealtimes.

As they got older, the time between feedings increased, and semi-normal sleeping schedules resumed. Bottles became less and less frequent and weaning ensued. These kittens did not take kindly to the slurry idea (mixing wet kitten food with formula) and went straight for the unadulterated can I’d left out by my leg when preparing their slurry bottle. Alex was the first to investigate and adore this yummy thing, and James thought it was a great idea, too. So we skipped the slurry stage and went straight to wet food in a dish, supplemented by bottles. This worked out well, and soon they didn’t even ask for (*cough*demandloudly*cough*) their “baba.” I still made one every time I came in with their food (they had a bowl always available, but I came in at scheduled times to make sure it was refilled with fresh canned food) for three days straight, and once three days had passed without them wanting a bottle, I stopped making them altogether.

They didn’t miss their bottle at all. Wet food was a hit. They’ve been on solids for about three weeks now, and about a week ago I introduced them to kitten kibble. Most people feed dry food to their cats, and it’s standard fare at the shelter they are adopted out of, so I wanted them to get used to the idea of kibble before they’re up for adoption.

Alex loves his wet food, but dry food is his idea of wonderful. He adores his kibble, and prefers it to the can.

James is the opposite, and loves his wet food. He will eat dry, but it’s not as nice as the can. As soon as he hears that can pop open he comes running.

At first, James had some issues going to the bathroom, and we had him looked over at the vet. It turns out both James and Alex are of Manx descent, and while Alex is just fine with his stumpy tail, James had a slight touch of the congenital issues that can occur with Manx kittens. James is a Rumpy Manx, with absolutely no tail whatsoever. He was given a prognosis of “guarded” when he was three weeks old. Only time would tell if his spinal issues would improve with growth, or worsen.

Guess what?

James is a happy, healthy, nine week old kitten, ready for his forever home along with brother Alex.

Sweet Baby James takes a nap. It’s a hard life, being a kitten!

He can run, jump, and climb with the best of them. His legs are a little bowed and his bottom a little rounder than usual, but that doesn’t stop him from doing everything his brother does, including using the litter box just fine, thank you very much!

Sweet Baby James is a better climber than his brother Alex.

Alex likes red. It’s his favorite color.

Two new graduates of BeeBee’s House Kitten Rescue! Congratulations, Alex and Sweet Baby James!

Foster Kittens: Critter Litter 3

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Meet Caleb and Jester!

Found abandoned and starving in a parking lot, Caleb and Jester were only about three weeks old, but already weaned, as they’d had no mother and were doing their best eating whatever they could scrounge up on the streets. We tried (very unsuccessfully and over vehement objection from the kittens) to get them back on the bottle for the badly needed nutrition, but they would have none of it. They went straight onto wet food, which they appreciated immensely.

They arrived on April 11, 2018, were on solids two days later, and growing like weeds two days after that.

Caleb’s hungry days left their mark, and he was very food aggressive and fearful of the dark. (Not to worry – BeeBee’s House always provides a night light for their fosters!) His early trauma was a long time in fading, but he learned nice manners and that food was always available, and he would never again go hungry.

Caleb

Baby Jester (as she came to be known, even when she was no longer an infant) soon forgot her days alone on the street and began putting on weight and cuddling as much as she could. She loved attention and toys, and always investigated anything new before her more timid (and bigger!) brother.

Baby Jester

They stayed with BeeBee’s House until the middle of May, when they were both old enough and big enough to be adopted. Baby Jester learned to tell her bigger brother where to stow his nonsense, and Caleb learned to be nicer to his tiny sister. They went to a wonderful home in Portland, Oregon, with a fantastic woman and her family. Caleb and Jester were wonderful to foster, and we are so proud of the cats they’ve grown into.

Foster Kittens: The Jungle Book Boys

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Hello, all!

We’re still sorting out the aesthetics of the site, but we’re pretty much up and running now. We’ve got our social networks in place, and even an Amazon Wishlist for things we can always use and a few things we’d love to have!

Kitten season is upon us and BeeBee’s House has their first litter of the spring!

Meet Baloo (solid grey) and Louie (striped tabby). They are about 4.5 weeks old and love to sleep!

Video of them not sleeping over at YouTube.