Dear 1 week old, blind, deaf, helpless kitten,
I find it hard to believe that you magically showed up in someone's backyard, as you seem incapable of supporting your own weight. But fine, we'll accept the impossible. We need to get a few things straight.
Yes, I am a sucker for a homeless, motherless kitten. Yes, I will bottle feed you and stimulate you to use the bathroom. BUT... and this is a BIG but...I will not pick you up every time you cry for attention. You have a perfectly nice warm box, complete with towels and a heating pad all your own. There is no reason for you to cry between feedings. Sure, I understand that you have no warm momma cat to curl up against and no littermate siblings with which to sleep...but that DOESN'T mean that you can be in my lap all the time, no matter how much you nurse on my palm and curl your warm little paws against my hand. And further, there will be no-----....
Oh fine. I give up. You can sleep in my lap.
Signed,
Dr-I-guess-I'm-unleashing-another-bottlefed-monster-on-the-world-but-really-I'm-not-since-I'll-wind-up-keeping-you-undoubtedly.
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hehe I see you are as good at Fostering as I am.. Good luck with your new kitty..
I think you're feeling better. ;-)
They don't all grow up to be monsters. Ours is quite sweet, if annoying in her own special way. (I want to be under the covers, no, outside on your stomach, no, playing with your pajamas with my tickly, tickly nose)
It's the 100% naturally raised ex-feral who yowls for his meals at 6 am and swats at the dog.
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