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13 years ago
When life gives you lemons...
So life's been... weird lately.
I've been working with one of my friends to get my comic site up and running again, I got a big commission from a local band, I've been doing more watercolor/physical art, it's been all good for the most part, and then life decided to drop 4 little, cute surprises in my lap.
Ulfstan found four feral kittens outside his place of work and called me about it, knowing I'd want to do something about it. I several hours watching them to see if the mama cat would come back and she never showed. By the time we were getting ready to leave it had started storming, so I took them home. They're named... odd names, but the names relate to their personalities/mews-
Bubs, Little Sister, Barn Door, and Richard.
Bubs was a name I used for all of them when they were being rambunctious (Like "Where do you think you're going, bubs?") but it seemed to fit him the most, as he was the most rowdy and energetic of the bunch. He'd wander off on his own, unflinching and brave, even when he was face with my friends full grown dog. He's my brave baby.
Little sister is named that because of her mew and her... attitude, I suppose. She has the highest pitched mew and does it in a way you'd expect a serious younger sibling to speak. She has these droopy, sad little eyes, but I knew she was happier than she seemed. She also took to being held the quickest, actually falling asleep in my hand at one point after a feeding. She's my gentle baby.
Barn Door has a scratchy meow that reminds me of an un-oiled door hinge, hence the name (Ulfstan actually named him). He was about as explorative as his brother, but would always end up cuddling/climbing all over/being climbed on by/with Little Sister. He was also an odd eater, tilting his head to the side to suckle the syringe full of formula and getting it all over his face. He got the most face cleanings, and although he sometimes acted like he hated it, I think he secretly liked it, as he'd mellow out after a while and nod off as a cleaned him. He's my mix of badass and soft baby.
And then Richard. Richard was the smallest of the bunch, easily fitting into my palm. He would explore just like his brothers and sisters, unaware of ledges that I would inevitably have to catch him falling off of (just like his brothers and unlike his sister), and was the most unique in his fur pattern. The other kittens were a mix of white and tabby spots. Richard, on the other hand, was pure dark grey/brown and white. Sure, the other kittens had some dark grey/brown on them, but Richard didn't have a spot of tabby on him. He was a sweet boy. My sweet boy.
It turns out they all had Upper Respiratory Infections and one of the babies, Richard, didn't make it. He's currently at rest in my backyard with a little marker and a ring of stones around him. Burying him was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. I love you, little baby. <3
The other three spent another day with me, being fed, kept warm, played with until it was time to go to the shelter. I would have kept them myself but they hadn't been inoculated yet and I didn't want to risk my two older cats catching anything, plus, I'm not experienced in taking care of two week old kittens. Giving them into more experienced hands was so hard, but I kissed them, held them, told them that momma loved them, and put them in the shelter's care.
They're currently in foster care, are all on antibiotics for the URI's they have, and are being taken care of, but I've had a hard time suddenly going from cat mommy to not having this kittens around me 24/7. They've been my world and now suddenly they're gone. It hasn't been easy getting myself to start working on art again, getting stuff done, etc, because I've been worried about them so much.
But now I'm back. These kittens have done worlds of good for me and I'm so happy I got to spend even a short amount of time with them. They've inspired me to work harder, commit myself, and, when I have the space, become a foster for kittens just like them. Anyone who has them in their life is lucky.
Anyway, that's where I'm at now. I'm slowly getting back into the groove of working on my art and with the inspiration these kittens have given me, hopefully I'll be able to really get stuff done. *knock on wood*
I love you, babies. Richard, Barn Door, Little Sister, Bubs. Momma loves you. Thank you for being in my life. <3
I've been working with one of my friends to get my comic site up and running again, I got a big commission from a local band, I've been doing more watercolor/physical art, it's been all good for the most part, and then life decided to drop 4 little, cute surprises in my lap.
Ulfstan found four feral kittens outside his place of work and called me about it, knowing I'd want to do something about it. I several hours watching them to see if the mama cat would come back and she never showed. By the time we were getting ready to leave it had started storming, so I took them home. They're named... odd names, but the names relate to their personalities/mews-
Bubs, Little Sister, Barn Door, and Richard.
Bubs was a name I used for all of them when they were being rambunctious (Like "Where do you think you're going, bubs?") but it seemed to fit him the most, as he was the most rowdy and energetic of the bunch. He'd wander off on his own, unflinching and brave, even when he was face with my friends full grown dog. He's my brave baby.
Little sister is named that because of her mew and her... attitude, I suppose. She has the highest pitched mew and does it in a way you'd expect a serious younger sibling to speak. She has these droopy, sad little eyes, but I knew she was happier than she seemed. She also took to being held the quickest, actually falling asleep in my hand at one point after a feeding. She's my gentle baby.
Barn Door has a scratchy meow that reminds me of an un-oiled door hinge, hence the name (Ulfstan actually named him). He was about as explorative as his brother, but would always end up cuddling/climbing all over/being climbed on by/with Little Sister. He was also an odd eater, tilting his head to the side to suckle the syringe full of formula and getting it all over his face. He got the most face cleanings, and although he sometimes acted like he hated it, I think he secretly liked it, as he'd mellow out after a while and nod off as a cleaned him. He's my mix of badass and soft baby.
And then Richard. Richard was the smallest of the bunch, easily fitting into my palm. He would explore just like his brothers and sisters, unaware of ledges that I would inevitably have to catch him falling off of (just like his brothers and unlike his sister), and was the most unique in his fur pattern. The other kittens were a mix of white and tabby spots. Richard, on the other hand, was pure dark grey/brown and white. Sure, the other kittens had some dark grey/brown on them, but Richard didn't have a spot of tabby on him. He was a sweet boy. My sweet boy.
It turns out they all had Upper Respiratory Infections and one of the babies, Richard, didn't make it. He's currently at rest in my backyard with a little marker and a ring of stones around him. Burying him was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. I love you, little baby. <3
The other three spent another day with me, being fed, kept warm, played with until it was time to go to the shelter. I would have kept them myself but they hadn't been inoculated yet and I didn't want to risk my two older cats catching anything, plus, I'm not experienced in taking care of two week old kittens. Giving them into more experienced hands was so hard, but I kissed them, held them, told them that momma loved them, and put them in the shelter's care.
They're currently in foster care, are all on antibiotics for the URI's they have, and are being taken care of, but I've had a hard time suddenly going from cat mommy to not having this kittens around me 24/7. They've been my world and now suddenly they're gone. It hasn't been easy getting myself to start working on art again, getting stuff done, etc, because I've been worried about them so much.
But now I'm back. These kittens have done worlds of good for me and I'm so happy I got to spend even a short amount of time with them. They've inspired me to work harder, commit myself, and, when I have the space, become a foster for kittens just like them. Anyone who has them in their life is lucky.
Anyway, that's where I'm at now. I'm slowly getting back into the groove of working on my art and with the inspiration these kittens have given me, hopefully I'll be able to really get stuff done. *knock on wood*
I love you, babies. Richard, Barn Door, Little Sister, Bubs. Momma loves you. Thank you for being in my life. <3
The joy a baby animal can bring into your life is just astounding. I haven't smiled so much since I've had my puppy, Puddin, and lil' Vincent here playing with him in the living room just makes me laugh and actually keeps me away from the computer for hours. I'm more active again with them in my life, and just overall more happy.
I know how hard it is to see someone you love die, even if you only could love them for a short while. I'm sure you made Richard happy for the short amount of time he was with you, and I'm glad they made you happy, as well.
Also, love the name Puddin. Best name.
Thank you for your kind words. Richard was a sweet little boy, I can only hope I did the best for him in his short time. It's nice to know someone believes that I did that, even if that person's not myself. <3