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| Hello Everyone. When I was a feral kitten it was cold and damp. My Mom worried about me because my brofurs would not let me eat and then I stopped moving. She carried me to the porch of the lady who fed us and she called Dad. She knew him from work. She said she thought I was dead but Dad said to bring me right over. He put me inside his shirt and sent his sisfur out to get a heating pad. You know what, when I warmed up I started moving and he fed me formula he made up. I was looking a bit rough and still hungry but he said I had to eat slowly. At 4 weeks I had a lot to learn. I am still a bit feral but... |
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| I am really thankful for a warm lap to nap on. |
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