So to finish about Boxer and his mom and uncles. "Boxer" was born in this box. It's a box I gave them in the beginning of the winter to huddle together in. Now that spring is almost here, his mommy gave birth to him in here. You can see he was just born. I think I heard and found him maybe hours after his mom gave birth. The blood looked fresh and there was some fresh blood on the path. So I was excited but worried about her being so young (10-11 months old herself and small for her age) and that she only had one kitten so it might be more demanding.
After hours of searching for her and the baby one night after a heavy rain and noticing she had moved him from the box my husband and I found him in a dirty hole under the building. She must have stuck him there. She kept checking on him, but it didn't look safe and he wasn't moving or making too much noise. After a call to the vet and much deliberation over what would be best for us all (little mommy, baby and us) our vet said his chances are very good if bottle fed and so we decided to take him in. He is bottle fed baby number 2! (Homer was number 1).
I gave "little mommy" extra tuna for the next week and she didn't seem stressed or even to notice that anything was different in the following days. She might not have understood where the little guy had come from in the first place!
Cute when sleeping!
Learning to walk!
Napping on a mouse I crocheted.
The rest of the family checking him out.
Well... as of today we went back to the vet (4 weeks) and had Boxer's claws cut (I can't do it alone and Jay is in Chile on business) and they informed me that "Boxer" might be a girl!
So Boxer would be "April" since we picked her up on April 1, 2013.
But also, I was out to feed his family, I mean her family last night when I heard some cat screaming and climbed over a fence (at 24 weeks pregnant no less) to get to where I heard it and I called to the cats. Then I saw his I mean "her" mommy, small and white and sweet, jump out of a bush with a gray, tabby Tom right on her heels.
Luckily they went in different directions but I haven't seen "Little Mommy" since and I am worried that she might stay away out of fear or be hurt.
I hope I see her in the morning!