#petfostering

So some of you may know I am fostering cats. I have baby Dre and his momma, Nikki. I love them both to death and Nikki is now my cat and Dre is my mom’s (when I go out to Iowa for college). 

BUT, poor Nikki doesn’t seem to like her name at all! I want her to have a name she loves...

Any suggestions? 

so y’all already be knowin that I am now fostering 3 kittens, let me introduce them to you now!

So the momma is Nicki. She is the smallest full-grown cat I have ever seen. She is a brown tabby with white little socks on her feeties that are all different lengths. I am almost certain that she is just a really nice feral cat, because my findings are as follows:

the foster coordinator found Nicki in the garden section of a Wal-Mart. The employees had been feeding her, and noticed she was pregnant!! <3

she is very nice and friendly. She will let just about anyone hold her babies. When you hold her, she tries to get away but literally never uses her claws to do so. What a sweetheart!!! 

she was in labor for three days (the longest the foster coordinator has ever seen). One of her babies was born on the 19th and the other on the 21st

she has no clue how to play with toys or anything. You roll a ball at her and she’s like “??? what is this? what do you expect me to do with it???” I had to show her how to use the little scratching post/board thingy I got for her by miming cat scratching on it until she figured it out (and now it is her favorite thing, aside from the little crinkly poof balls I got her, which she has carefully relocated to her bed with her and the kittens). She has mild interest in the feather toy, but only after I removed the bell

she is scared of bells and other loud noises

she is nervous about people walking over her or even around her. She will entirely move herself to a corner or her bed if you attempt to do so. (I always feel so bad for making her uncomfortable TTATT)

she loves belly rubs

her back paws are ticklish

she has had an infected cut on her side since before I got her. The foster coordinator says she doesn’t need a vet, just some of the antibiotics they gave me with my care package, so I started her on that today and she was peeved at me about it, but I gave her lots of treats afterwards

she was extremely well-behaved yesterday when I cleaned out her cut and put bacitracin on it!! <3

Then we have the babies, Eminem and Dre!!! (we don’t know as much about them yet, they’re still so young!)

They are almost exactly 3 weeks old now!! 

Eminem is a girl, and she’s more outgoing than her brother. She’s black-and-white spotted.

Dre is the quiet type. He is a brown tabby like his momma.

Dre was severely underweight when he was born, but has since caught up and even surpassed his sister! What a good babie!!

Eminem opened her eyes first-- a prodigy <3

Both of them get a lot of eye boogers right now, and they hate it when I clean their little faces and give them medicine >~<

Dre is alright as long as he feels securely held, but Eminem will cry unless you hold her right to your chest with both hands. She’s a little bit of a princess uwu

aight, so if yall didn’t know, I have 4 dogs.

We got Bailee (5, english bulldog, f), first. My mom wanted a purebred bulldog (not my choice, don’t yell at me about it), the breeder seemed like a nice guy, everything fell into place. He gave us a discount if we let him use her to have 2 litters of puppies, and we would keep half of those profits. If you did not know, these dogs sell for $2,000 if they are super cheap (Bailee was, and even cheaper with the discount, we still love her). We were like “?? aight den?? sounds lucrative??” So we had Bailee, had a total of four litters of puppies with her (we kept one of the babies, but the neighbors left out poison and she died of acute liver failure about nine months ago, RIP Ripley Q~Q), she is now fixed. She is pure of heart, dumb of ass.

Then the breeder (who we still thought was great), coerced my mom (a softie for bulldogs, if you hadn’t guessed) into buying Maze (short for Mazikeen), a purebred French bulldog, under the same stipulations as the first contract. Maze’s puppies were more popular, and sold for more money, until her last litter, which we could not sell at all because the breeder turned tail and ran after a messy divorce with his wife which left us... very confused and very peeved because we had 4 french bulldog puppies and nowhere to put them. We managed to sell two of them, and then we kept Buddy, and my brother (who was living in Santa Cruz for college) kept Lucy (short for Lucifer).

Then Quarantine happened, schools shut down, my brother moved back home with Lucy, and now we have 4 dogs... plus, we had my cat, Sam (short for Sammersamsamsammersam).

Sam was a peculiar cat-- he showed genuine, human empathy on several occasions, he would pee on my bed if I didn’t let him outside in the mornings to go potty out there, and he loved dogs and babies of literally any species. We called him “Uncle Sam” because when the momma dogs got tired of watching their babies, either in the little nursery boxes we set up or playing outside when they were older, Sam would sit nearby and babysit the puppies, who of course loved him to death. They would crawl on him, play with him, bite his ears and tail, and he just never minded. He was the same way with human toddlers: they could just pick him up however, pull on his tail, do that harsh toddler-”pet” motion, and he just purred and nuzzled and cuddled.

But you really couldn’t keep Sam inside. Like, at all. And he was a huge (I mean, large, like the size of your average 2yo in length) and smart and tough, so he was fine for three years. And then he just didn’t come home one day. I think one of the neighbors stole him (yeah, some of our neighbors are assholes. you should hear some of the responses I got when I was putting out lost flyers). I last saw Sam on Valentine’s Day of this year.

But I love cats, and genuinely am not the biggest fan of dogs (I don’t hate them, I just prefer cats), so no matter how much I miss Sam, he ain’t coming back, and I kind of need a cat in my life.

So I decided to foster! (and that was a whole mess, if you want that story I will tell it)