Such a little boy!

So taking care of a handicap kitten wasn't as hard as I originally thought it would be. (Or as hard as the vet made it sound like it was going to be). It's gotten gradually easier through the weeks. At first I had to change his bedding everyday and feed him by hand and make sure his cut was clean (a more difficult task than it sounds I assure you). At night I kept him in his cage for his own safety and until I adjusted to having a "baby" in my room. About a week later I trusted the kitten enough to leave his kennel open and my closet door closed, I also started to litter train him since his cut was finally dry and looking better. 

As if over night, his cut closed up and he was walking around more and more. Once I was sure he was okay with it, I was able to keep my closet door open so that he had free roam of my entire room. And now he sleeps with me and cuddles and is such a cutie. I can feel comfortable leaving my bedroom door open when I'm around and know he won't die falling down the stairs. Although my mom has said that he needs to stay upstairs and Sasha (the dumb ass dog) needs to stay downstairs and leave the baby kitty alone. 

That's been the adventure of my latest furry family member. It's like having a baby to take care of. I have to feed him, clean him, and carry him everywhere he can't walk. Sheesh. At least it's gotten easier over time. I just wish he didn't have to be alone. I took him outside so he could see his family but, of coarse I knew already, they were gone. All the outside cats have been gone for a while now, even Alaina. He was just crying for them, and I called for them. And I carried him through the barn so he could see they weren't in there either. He walked around a bit but mostly wanted to be carried. Ever since he hasn't fought to get outside, in fact, he doesn't sit in the windows like normal cats like to do either. He knows he has me though. And I won't go anywhere. It might get difficult, but it's nothing. I like to think (and hate to at the same time) that if I had taken care of Smokie back in the day she would've been around just like the little boy now is. This is like a second chance for me. I was too young to save Smokie, but I wasn't going to lose another kitten to a dumb dog again. Every time he cuddles with me or follows me or just watches me, I like to think it's Smokie.
And this time, I saved her.