Please take the time to read this description before posting your comments. This sweet little kitten is Miracle. He has to be supplemented with a syringe because his mom doesn't have quite enough milk. Miracle can be quite the wiggle worm and I was holding him in a way to keep him safe. I didn't want him to fall. His mom Fawna is sitting right beside me on the floor watching what I am doing. She will snuggle and clean him after he has his ate. Zoe is the kitty who comes to check out is going on. She is his gramma and is quite protective of him.
Miracle is doing well. He has since been in many of my other videos.
I Love My Little Kitty......
I love my little kitty, he makes my house a home.
He always is my best friend, I never feel alone.
He makes me smile, he makes me laugh,
He fills my heart with love ...
Did some breeder breed him, or did he fall down from above?
I've never been a breeder, seen life through their eyes,
I hold my little kitty and just sit and criticize.
I've never known their anguish, I've never felt their pain,
The caring of their charges, through snow or wind and rain.
I've never sat the whole night through, waiting for babies to be born,
The stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn.
I've never felt the heartache, of a little life in my hands,
This darling little baby, who weighs but 60 grams.
Should you do that instead of this ....or this instead of that,
Alone you fight, and hope one day, he'll grow to be a cat,
and bring joy to another being, and make a house a home,
You know it's all just up to you, you'll fight this fight alone.
Formula, bottles, heating pads, you've got to get this right,
Two hourly feeds for this tiny guy, throughout the day and night.
In your heart you know, you're almost sure to lose the fight,
to save this little baby, but God willing ... you just MIGHT.
Day one he's in there fighting, you say a silent prayer,
Day two & three, he's doing well, with lots of love and care.
Day four & five ... he's still alive, your hopes soar to the
heavens,
Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands day seven.
You take this little angel, and bury him alone,
With aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan,
You ask yourself "Why do this? ... why suffer all this pain?"
But see the joy your kittens bring... it really self explains.
So, when you think of breeders and label them with "greed",
Think about what they endure to fill another's need.
When you buy a kitten and with your precious dollars part,
You only pay with money ... we pay with our heart.
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@ShallAdoreCats, with so many, thoughtless, idiotic comments being posted save a few sane, rational few, I would disable the comments option!..If that baby was being squeezed or hurt in ANY way, He would NOT be eating, he would be crying in discomfort..Babies that size are squirmy wigglers, with little flailing arms/ paws, which can scratch at their own little faces and eyes, he is not being squeezed or choked, but is being fed..anyone one who has fostered or bred knows what i mean..
TheMingtoy64 3 weeks ago 64
@TheMingtoy64 Thank you for the wise suggestion. Comments will be on approval only.
ShallAdoreCats 3 weeks ago 25