I'm scared now (Update)
Today, I discovered that my cat's baby kittens have finally opened their eyes when one poked its head out of the hidey hole my cat's had them in since she gave birth. But, I have not seen my cat since this afternoon. Yeah, it's only been a couple hours, and she's wandered off before, but I don't like the idea of her wandering far mpw.
You may remember how, a little over a year ago, my other female cat had died shortly after giving birth and I had to become the dad for the kittens. It was a very stressful time, caring for those kittens, it's extremely difficult. Feeding them and helping them pee and poo several times a day, even very late at night, between midnight and 6:00 AM. And then three died of illness, making me go through depression. Though it is rewarding to get to see the kitten that did pull through. He lives with my aunt and has gotten all big and so playful.
I am now waiting some hours. If my cat is not back by midnight, I will find myself forced to go to Wal-Mart to buy the baby bottle and the very expensive kitten formula. That's gonna piss off my mother, but I don't care if she gets pissed off. If something bad has happened to their mom, I am not letting these kittens starve to death.
Unfortunately, it's almost 11:00 PM and she's still not back. I must leave soon and just pray that Wal-Mart has the mother's milk formula, baby bottle, and the first aid gauze I need to help stimulate then into peeing and pooping. If so, I do hope my cat returns eventually, maybe she wandered too far and is just not back yet. If not, then I need to become kitten dad again. Not something I look forward to, but I cannot let those kittens die of starvation or cold.
ETA- Still no sign of my cat anywhere. I was also unable to find the baby bottle and mother's milk formula anywhere, Wal-Mart is carrying them no longer. The employee who helped me check felt bad about not having the product and wished he could have helped me. My only option right now is to get up as early as possible to stock up for my bar and go to the pet store and veterinarian (who closes at noon), they always do have what I need right now. The kittens are warm in their hidey hole, but their occasional loud mewls of hunger feel like I'm getting punched in the chest, hard. It just hurts me a lot to be unable to help them for the moment.
Though my mother and I are currently not speaking to each other. As I expected, she does not like the situation one bit, but our exchange right after I got back from Wal-Mart just crossed the line:
Mom- "You're acting so crazy about those cats that it's just ridiculous. I know you feel bad, but some situations can be solved and some can't, so you have to deal with it."
Me- "Really now? Well, see, this situation does have a possible solution, and that's me. And if you don't like it, then don't help me, I'll deal with this situation and try to solve it my own damn self!"
That's how it went, just louder. I know Mom hates cats, and I know she hates me spending so much money on the mother's milk formula. But for her to even hint at me just letting these kittens starve to death is just about the lowest I've ever seen my mother go on anything. I'm pissed at heer, don't wanna talk to her or even see her. I will bust my ass to try to help these kittens survive, and I do not give a shit what my mother says or even thinks about it.
You may remember how, a little over a year ago, my other female cat had died shortly after giving birth and I had to become the dad for the kittens. It was a very stressful time, caring for those kittens, it's extremely difficult. Feeding them and helping them pee and poo several times a day, even very late at night, between midnight and 6:00 AM. And then three died of illness, making me go through depression. Though it is rewarding to get to see the kitten that did pull through. He lives with my aunt and has gotten all big and so playful.
I am now waiting some hours. If my cat is not back by midnight, I will find myself forced to go to Wal-Mart to buy the baby bottle and the very expensive kitten formula. That's gonna piss off my mother, but I don't care if she gets pissed off. If something bad has happened to their mom, I am not letting these kittens starve to death.
Unfortunately, it's almost 11:00 PM and she's still not back. I must leave soon and just pray that Wal-Mart has the mother's milk formula, baby bottle, and the first aid gauze I need to help stimulate then into peeing and pooping. If so, I do hope my cat returns eventually, maybe she wandered too far and is just not back yet. If not, then I need to become kitten dad again. Not something I look forward to, but I cannot let those kittens die of starvation or cold.
ETA- Still no sign of my cat anywhere. I was also unable to find the baby bottle and mother's milk formula anywhere, Wal-Mart is carrying them no longer. The employee who helped me check felt bad about not having the product and wished he could have helped me. My only option right now is to get up as early as possible to stock up for my bar and go to the pet store and veterinarian (who closes at noon), they always do have what I need right now. The kittens are warm in their hidey hole, but their occasional loud mewls of hunger feel like I'm getting punched in the chest, hard. It just hurts me a lot to be unable to help them for the moment.
Though my mother and I are currently not speaking to each other. As I expected, she does not like the situation one bit, but our exchange right after I got back from Wal-Mart just crossed the line:
Mom- "You're acting so crazy about those cats that it's just ridiculous. I know you feel bad, but some situations can be solved and some can't, so you have to deal with it."
Me- "Really now? Well, see, this situation does have a possible solution, and that's me. And if you don't like it, then don't help me, I'll deal with this situation and try to solve it my own damn self!"
That's how it went, just louder. I know Mom hates cats, and I know she hates me spending so much money on the mother's milk formula. But for her to even hint at me just letting these kittens starve to death is just about the lowest I've ever seen my mother go on anything. I'm pissed at heer, don't wanna talk to her or even see her. I will bust my ass to try to help these kittens survive, and I do not give a shit what my mother says or even thinks about it.