BUBBA'S PAGE
Bubba and Cissy were the only two of five kittens surviving when their mother died.  Each was barely the size of a hamster at two weeks.  We had already rescued many kittens last summer only to have them die, my mantra became "If I could just save one..."

I read everything I could and got everything I would need to raise these tiny little beings that would purr so sweetly whenever I held them.  I made an incubator for them with a heating pad and a clear plastic storage box and fed them 6 to 8 times a day round the clock. I gave Cissy extra feedings as she didn't seem to be growing at all.  But Cissy died about a week after her mother.
Bubba was so tiny he could only drink about half a tablespoon of formula at a time.  He was doing well for awhile, and I took him everywhere I went so I could feed him often.  Yet one morning I woke to find him lying on his side unconscious.  I knew he would die if I didn't do something, so I rushed him to the Perry Veterinary Clinic.  They tube fed him and warmed him and instructed me to wean him from formula to soft cat food made into gruel.  He would take it in the bottle but didn't know how to lick it until I put it into his mouth on a plastic spoon.After doing that a few times, he learned to eat from a bowl and drink water as well.  After that he began to grow.
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