RIP Fuzzy Pumpkin
My cat Mona (which is my my profle pic right now) had a kitten in May. She was fuzzy and orange, so everyone called her Fuzzy Pumpkin, (Tom called her Claudia).
Fuzzy Pumpkin was cute and looked like Dirt
but so much fuzzier. She was doing so well at first, and Mona was an awesome mother.
Then my brother friend found two more kittens Bugs and Little Bit and Mona took care of them too. However one of those kittens died: bugs. On the same day I found two more kittens, Mona wshed and took care of both at first. . . we named them peaches (my brother, Tom and I call Miko), and Precious my grandma called the other one. However Precious stopped eatting and also died, but I knew from the moment I had touched her that she wasn't feeling right. (I will never abandon a kitten or puppy sick or not.) She died as well.
I wrote about this one event: http://rebekah1213.livejournal.com/50562.html
However Mona's kitten Fuzzy Pumpkin was very lively and energic through the whole time with the kittens.
Then one day last week my grandma had cereal and had left the bowl with milk in it on the table. Mona had taken the milk and then got sick. The milk wasn't rotten or anything asit was only left on the table for a few minutes. I think Mona and her kitten Fuzzy were both allgeric to the milk. Mona got sick and the Fuzzy was nursing on Mona and after that moment Fuzzy's appetiate decreased, she stopped be lively and playful, and all she did was sleep. In fact she lost probably 30% of her body weight. The problem was I wasn't over my grandma's house until the day before she died. My mom had told me several times that she wasn't eating real food, but the thing was she still nursing with Mona. I didn't think it was that bad until I got there. I got Fuzzy to eat more from Mona and a little sour cream, but I may have hindered the problem instead of helped. I just couldn't afford a vet for the kitten, but I also couldn't just sit around and do nothing.
My poor cat Mona is really upset, because on Thursday morning Fuzzy Pumpkin had died and Mona would only cuddle with me as I know she was sad. (Yes, cats can feel and they do know what we are saying.)
I tried to everything I could, but the precious kittens are now in a better place playing with balls of cat-nip scented yarn and eatting all of the tuna, pounce treats, and milk they desire in kitty heaven.
I am going back over on Monday to comfort Mona.