Monday, June 7, 2010
rock me..snuggle me....put me in my box with a warm blanket.....up again trying to figure it all out.
Went to the vet today...baby doesn't want the bottle..been using a dropper......my eyeballs are ready to fall out
and I can hardly stay awake
He the vet says to use a syringe and give him baby kitty food every 4 hours....
fine...but now he screams when he's hungry...and wants to crawl up my neck and start sucking on it...
I rock, I caress...I cup his little head in my hands and talk to him...oh yeah, the vet thinks its a boy
but not right now....he's more like bad kitty
But I wouldn't have it any other way
after all he's the one without a mom and has to put up with a dunderhead
shoving food in his mouth......
Good grief makes me shutter to remember how stupid I was when I brought
my first baby home...I knew nothing about babies
trial and error
nothing new under the sun.........
But I take hope in the fact that all my kids turned out wonderful
I think Mr. Darcy will too.