One bitty has gone.....

We let them have one last romp together then put Trouble, the black and
white bitty into the carrier.

His brother, Chaos is looking a little confused. I've always wondered
how kitten cope with being raised together with their brothers and
sisters and then being separated. It seems a little sad but at the
same time, that is the way life goes.

I just watched my roomie leave with the carrier, and my heart is a
little sad, but I knew that one was going to be defintiely leaving when
they came up on wednesday.

Chaos is right now on his back having a snooze, with his little bitty
bellow open to be tickled.

Kristi

polonca12000...

Lots of hugs and purrs,
Polonca and Soncek

ps, see i TOLD you that i wasn't keeping them, well, ONE at least.
We're going to be finding a home for Chaos, but in the mean time i
don't mind taking care of a bitty

Cheryl...

They will be fine. While the best scenario is to stay together,
not many are that lucky and they grow up into healthy, happy
kitties. Scarlett and Rhett were two of four littermates, and they
got to stay together, but I use to wonder if they missed the other
two, or if the other two missed them. They are extremely close.
Rhett will go to Scarlett and lay his head down in front of her for
a face cleaning. She does so every time. They have their play
fight sessions, and sometimes one will squeal, and run off, but
they still curl up together for naps. I'm glad they have each
other, even though Shamrock and Bonnie adore both of them.

jmcquown...

I have no idea how many sisfurs and brofurs Persia had, but when she came to
me she was perfectly willing (and in fact, demanded) a human who would take
care of her. She was probably 2 years old at the time.

Cheryl...

Marley (RB) was like that. Marley's life was pre-internet for me.
I have learned so much since finding these groups, and if I'd found
them before he was sick, he might be alive now. He got megacolon
and I didn't get him to a vet in time, didn't know he was in
trouble, and didn't know how to pill a cat. He was probably only 13
years old when he was put to sleep in 2001.

[history of Marley]
He hated all other cats. My sister went to get Marley from a
dumpster when our mom told us a co-worker of hers saw him there. My
sis had several other cats, and one had kittens and Marley beat up
on them. He held one kitten down by its ears and my sis decided
Marley couldn't stay and was going to send him to the "pound". I
didn't know anything about shelters and euthanization back then,
but I couldn't see "sending him to the pound". That was in like
1992. My landlady let me take him in even though the lease said "no
pets". I got Shadow because a neighbor put him out (1995/1996 or
so) and wouldn't let him back in because he was flea-ridden. Hell,
they let a visitor bring their dog in their apt and Shadow jumped
from the balcony to get away from the dog. Before Shadow, I took
in a kitten and Marley was so rough with the kitten that I let the
person who adopted 2 of the other littermates take that kitten
(Tiki) from me because I just couldn't keep him with Marley. I
didn't know how to integrate them back then. Heck, I didn't know
how to integrate Shadow with Marley either. They hated each other
the entire time they were together. When Marley died, I think
Shadow was finally happy being an "only" but I had to ruin it by
fostering a bunch of cats. He got sick soon after I took in
fosters.

Just tonight she got into a hissy fit with the arched back and the huge
puffed up tail because some cat (looked like a young one) decided to
challenge her territory and peek in the window!

Some cats like the companionship of other cats. Persia, clearly, does not.
She probably doesn't remember her littermates except in an annoying way. So
don't worry too much. The sweet little black & white bitty will be fine and
so will the tumbling orange one. Just keep him busy with plenty of toys and
attention until he is rehomed :)

Adrian A...

Monique Y. Mudama...

Err ... take another glance at that sentence, Fil.

Monique Y. Mudama...

Oops, nevermind, I've now read the rest of the thread.

You had me worried for a moment when I read the header, I thought one had
died. Purrs for the bitty to have a long and happy life in his new home.

Monique Y. Mudama...

Me too. Does the new owner have instructions about taking him to the
vet to address the diarrhea?