1st blog of Mustache's kitten

Hi,

My name is Teresa and this blog is dedicated to the memory of my mom.

On June 24, Mustache (a black and white male cat with white on his paws, upper lip, belly, and tip of his tail) was sitting next to a newborn kitten just watching it. It felt like he was looking for a home for his kitten. What a good daddy!! The newborn was crying, so full of compassion my housemate picked it up and called me over to see it. I washed him/her and found that there was blood on him/her and there was a piece of the umbilical cord still attached and fleas were everywhere. It's eyes were closed, it's ears were bent, it's tiny paws were perfectly formed with tiny claws, it's tiny mouth was pink and toothless. It was beautiful. It was also precious to see Mustache outside peering in as if he was an anxious father, hoping that everything was alright with his kitten.

My housemate went to the store and got KMR (Kitten milk replacement). Then came back and made a bottle. Feeding it right from the beginning has been an adventure. The kitten moves its tiny paws everywhere, it wiggles around in my hand, and does circles. We soon figured out that we had to hold its tiny head and poke its mouth a couple of times before it realized that we were going to feed it. The best website that I found on the subject of kittens was: "Caring For Newborn Kittens: Day One to Four Weeks Old."

On June 25th, the kitten's ears have straightened and it got its first car ride, since we took it to The Cat Protection Society to ask about raising the kitten, while Mustache sat outside watching us. One lady was very helpful and said that kittens have to be burped after each feeding along with their stuff has to be wiped gently since that can't go to the bathrooms for themselves until they're about 2 or 3 weeks old. She also said that the kitten has to be kept warm and has to be fed every 2 or 3 hours and a syringe is the easiest way to feed a newborn (the small bottle was just not working very well and this made perfect sense; the kitten was very happy with this new change since it got milk easier). Well as soon as the kitten got home, I showed the kitten to Mustache to show him that the kitten was fine, and then I fed the kitten and gave it another bath. I put the little kitten in the sink and run lukewarm water to wash it again, hoping to get the rest of the fleas off of it, and another two fleas were gone. Mustache just hang out outside.

On June 26th, when I picked up the kitten, I noticed that it didn't have its umbilical cord attached anymore, it had fallen off and just this black piece that was once attached lay close to it. The kitten had grown a little and now wanted more KMR. I went outside since I decided to go work out the gym and there was Mustache. I told Mustache that the kitten was fine and his white mustache seemed to curl up into a smile.

On June 27th, it's been a week since father's day, but Mustache's devotion astounds me. He appears every day to get news of his kitten. If all fathers were like Mustache, the world would be a different place.

Mustache's love for his kitten makes me wish that everyone would have that kind of unconditional love. Have a sunny Sunday! :0)