Its been 50 hours since Grandpa Mike said "just you wait and see what we have for you!" Your dad and I went to your grandparent's place for the weekend and were so excited to see the baby ducks, chicks, seven newborn puppies and not one but TWO litters of kittens!
What nobody expected was for you to be one of the two kittens still alive from your very young mom's first litter, and that, at four weeks old, she would decide to focus on, well, not you. That's where Grandpa Mike stepped in, saw me, and realized he could throw me into your arms, see if you'd last the weekend.
Wiley Mew, like I said, its been 50 hours, and you're still here, munchkin! We called you "Mew Mew" on Friday night because that's allll you did. After some quick googling, I realized you weren't getting as much milk as possible out of your bottle, so I cut another slit in the nipple for you and gradually, the "Mew! Mew!" turned into just purring.
There's lots of stories I'll keep telling you about your first few hours, days, and weeks with us, but I just want you to know that right now, I'm claiming today as my first Mother's Day, at least pet-wise. In 50 hours you've turned from a helpless ball of mewing fur to a slightly-less-helpless fluffball that eats and drinks lots of food and milk, tries to run, gives up and just claws at and bites everything in sight, drinks more milk and finally snuggles up any good place you can find.
Love,
Mom
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