We got our last 2 kitties in April 2012. Marvin’s sister will be featured next week. The previous week we had adopted a 2-3 year old dog who had been abandoned by her previous owners. We thought 3 animals were sufficient.
We had just come back from a trip out of town, where my husband proposed to me. My best friend lives really close to us. She had gotten involved with a rescue, the same one we adopted our dog from. She had a box of kittens. She asked if I could help her foster 2 of them as she had 4 and felt overwhelmed. I said sure, then I asked my husband and he reluctantly agreed.
I took the tiny black one, and the tiniest gray kitty who looked like the runt. They were about 3 days old and didn’t even have their eyes open. My husband, best friend and I all learned how to bottle feed fresh kittens together. We also had to poop and pee the kittens. Apparently, the mothers of kittens and puppies do this for their babies until they learn to use the bathroom on their own. You have to stimulate their parts after they eat. It is pretty gross.
We had to get up every 2 to 2 1/2 hours to feed and poop the kitties. They were in a box in our closet with a snuggle blanket and heating pad to keep them warm. The feedings and poopings were regular through the night for about 8 weeks. This prepared me for motherhood. I’m very serious about that, getting up in the middle of the night to feed and poop and clean them made it somewhat easier for me to get on a schedule with my own little love.
Once the kittens were old enough to be adopted I thought it would be hard, but doable to adopt them out. Adopting more than 1 out isn’t as easy as you might think. People would only want one of the babies. I was adamant that they went together. I also was extremely attached and felt motherly towards the twins. Finally, there was someone who wanted to adopt both of them. I started crying hysterically and called my husband to let him know someone wanted to adopt them. He knew how upset I was and said we could keep them. I happily hung up the phone.
Long story short, we have 5 animals. The condition is that I can’t foster or adopt any more pets. I agree that I make a terrible foster parent. If I did, I would be a hoarder which isn’t good for my family or the animals. It is so hard for me to give them up, especially after I get attached. Foster parents of animals and/or children really should get medals, it is not easy work. I do know now that our 5 animals are happy, healthy and well cared for.
Marvin: aka Marv, Starvin Marvin and Little Black Bear
Sometimes Marvin and Maddie are hard to tell apart. Maddie had a little white strip on the front of her chest. Marvin has a very curly tail. Sometimes we get them mixed up, more frequently than I feel is appropriate.
Born: April 2012
Adopted: April 2012 (bottle fed since 3 days old)
Color: Sleek black with a curly q tail
Education: dropped out of college after a dramatic breakup
Profession if a Human: might be on welfare to get government benefits due to my laziness. I am working towards my CNA certification and then plan on attending nursing school. I would like to be educated in skills that will help me be better prepared to take care of my sister Spooky. I enjoy being a caregiver.
Psychiatric Disorders Insomnia, Personality Disorder NOS
*Make out session with my twin sister Spooky
* Snuggling with people when they are asleep and putting my paws on either side of their faces
* Yelling throughout the house
* Exploring the basement
* Exploring the deck (sometimes the yard, if it’s that kind of day)
* Snacks, any and all snacks
* Eating off humans plates (especially if they are still eating off it)
* Watching people shower
* Upside down adventure time
* Little black bear song and dance, I am a CAT not a BEAR got it?
* Food dishes that are less than 3/4 full
* Being held on my back like a baby
BIO: I was rescued when I was 3 days old. I had to be bottle fed and pooped. Literally, mom cats usually do this. My parents had to wipe me after I was fed until I completed my business. My human mother and father did this for me and I screamed and screamed every time. I was only 3 ounces when they got me and my eyes weren’t even open. My mom and dad were such excellent parents that I now thrive and get to roam around with my sister and our friends. I am curious about the world. I love snuggling and invading personal space. One time I invaded my dad’s personal space when he was using the restroom. Long story short, I jumped into the toilet and got peed on. My dad was not pleased.