I Am Going to Find a Home for Him!

Written by Hillary O. (orignally published here)

That is what I said 2 years ago when I started fostering a 3 week old kitten that someone had brought into the clinic. He had been found in the woods with no sign of a mother nearby a good samaritan picked him up and brought him in.
He was skinny and a little dehydrated with a sore on his forehead. We rehydrated him and started him on Kitten formula. His sore turned out to be a warble (fly larvae that burrows under the skin). Once removed the sore healed quickly.
Since he was to young to eat on his own I bottle fed him and took him home so he could get 1:00am feeding. I wouldn't name him since he was going to go to another home, but he went home with me every night. He was a feisty kitten. When ever I fed him he would just fight with the bottle. I had to trim his nails so he wouldn't completely shred my hands. It was really kind of sad he would just get so frustrated. After bottle feeding him for a couple of weeks I tried to get him to drink out of a dish or eat a little canned kitten food. He refused both. I think I bottle fed him till he was about 8 weeks old.
After I had him for 3-4 weeks I did name him "Sirus" . I still said that I was going to find a home for him, and to prove it I put up a poster and put his picture on an adoption website. I didn't have any inquiries about him. I don't know why. But I do know that I was getting more and More attatched.
I eventually started leaving him at home once I didn't have to bottle feed him during the day, but I still said I would bring him in for people to see if somebody was interested. Still no inquiries.
Needless to say Sirus still lives with me, and has found his forever home. He is my shoulder cat and will leap up on them any chance he get.