#I have two bottle baby foster kittens

[irisbleufic]

YOUR 3 CATS ARE SO CUTE OMG! How old are they/what are their stories?

Like many young-ish queer married couples, @one-eyed-bossman and I entered the fast track to pet parenthood in 2020. I was still recovering from extensive cancer treatment at the time, which is part of what makes our first kitty especially meaningful to me.

ZEL

Zel is my darling girl. She’s now 5 years old, and when we adopted her in June of 2020, she was already 1 year old. After being rescued on the streets at a few weeks old with her two personable siblings, she spent an entire year at this lady’s house with like 20 other cats at any given time. She was feral and unapproachable, but somehow I was able to get close enough to her at the rescue to pick her up and put her in the carrier. She nailed me with her claws in the process, but that’s the only time she’s ever hurt me or anyone else. The day after we got her home, I stuck my hand behind the bed in her safe room, and she set her little paw square in my palm and left it there for about a minute. I spent a couple of months crawling halfway under the bed to pet her while she was curled in her bed, and eventually I could get her to follow me around the house by asking, “Do you want to go for a walk?” She barely left my side after that. I spent a lot of 2020 sick in bed; she always curled up snugly between my ankles or my knees. She’s now the smartest cat I’ve ever met. Her language recognition shocks me even after 4 years of having her as a silly little shadow who likes to play fetch with her pink-eared mouse toy. She’s stuck to my side any time I’m on the sofa, and about a month ago she climbed fully in my lap for the first time. Her meow is barely a whisper when she does use it (only to talk to me and occasionally to the TV), but the trills, squeaks, and yowls she makes to talk to her toys are hilarious. She doesn’t even talk to her siblings like that. Unlike many white cats, she is not deaf.

NICKY

We got Nicky a year after we got Zel; he was about 8 weeks old when we brought him home in June of 2021. We met a kind lady who periodically bred her lovely Bengal queens, and Nicky was somehow a “non-show-quality” (?!!) discount kitten. He’s sweet, goofy, vocal, afraid of everything/everyone that’s outside the house, and occasionally very naughty. We hoped he would bring Zel the rest of the way out of her shell, and it worked. He just adored her from day one. She took a few months to warm up to him, but they bonded pretty fast. Now, at 3 years old, he’s a big boy—17 pounds. He likes to stand/sit on laps more than he likes to lie down in them, although he will lie down in mine a couple times a week. He brings me granola bars from the cupboard and loves trash more than he likes his toys:

EMBER

We hadn’t planned on a third cat, but the universe insisted. I mean that quite literally. On 31 July 2022, my mother died at my sister’s place a couple of states away. The morning she died, me and my four siblings took a walk around my sister’s neighborhood. We split up and went slightly different ways; my sister and her husband called me as I was getting back to the house to say that a tiny, tiny crying kitten had run out of the bushes toward them. My sister didn’t know what to do; one of my nieces is very allergic, and we were all burnt-out from dealing with Mom’s passing and the funeral home taking away her body. I told her to bring the kitten back to the house, because I was too grief-stricken to let another thing die that day. Out on the porch, I fed her milk from one of the droppers we were using to give my mom morphine, all the while making desperate phone calls to local rescues. After about 3 hours, a local vet with specialty in caring for bottle baby kittens came to pick her up. She told me that, because I didn’t live too far away in the grand scheme of things, she could foster the baby until she was old enough for me to arrange transport to my home state. There was no way I could walk away from that little baby, so I got regular photos, videos, and updates from her foster mom until I could arrange transport about 5 months later (she came home in December of 2022). She has grown up to be the feistiest tortie I’ve ever met. She has far longer hair than I ever could have guessed, and even now that she’s 1.5 years old, she has very short legs (longer end of munchkin, our vet says!) and an overall smaller stature than her siblings. She fucking adores Nicky, and he has never once played too rough for her given the size disparity. He lets her chase him, jump on him, bap him into play fights, etc. She will cry and cry at night if we don’t pick her up and carry her around before we close the bedroom doors (they get to sleep in the bedroom sometimes, but not always; Nicky likes to knock picture frames off the wall in there, and I’m not about exposing them to broken glass).

#nicky and zel #zel and nicky #ember #cats of tumblr #rescue cats

[metalheadmickey]

Ian and Mickey bring a stray cat home that ends up being pregnant and having kittens, as good as the cat is with the kittens (like all cats I’ve ever seen are good with their babies) this one has been a stray for a while and doesn’t have it in her to feed them round the clock so Ian and Mickey take the kitties to the vet, get them checked over and as they are told to do so, they do night feeds in their robes at all hours in the morning with tiny baby bottles, smiling down at the tiny precious things and glancing at each other peacefully from opposite ends of the sofa, “maybe having a baby with you won’t be so bad, Gallagher”

You've really thought about this! You took us on a journey here! Okay I'm gonna try to keep it somewhat brief, because this could seriously spiral if I let it.

It's three am, and they're already on their second middle of the night feeding with these guys, and honestly, it kind of sucks. They're tired. Mickey doesn't want Ian to keep this up for more than a night or two, so he's got all his fingers crossed that the vet's able to find a foster for them asap. In the meantime, they've got a pretty good system going here.

They've got four kittens to take care of, so they each take two. Their mom does what she can, but she's scrawny as hell, and they know now that she was malnourished from all that time trying to fend for herself. So when it became apparent that there's only so much she can do, Ian decided for both of them that they could pick up the slack. Mickey agreed begrudgingly, mostly for Ian's sake. So now they're feeding them with this formula stuff the vet sent them home with - along with some very detailed instructions - trying not to pass out on the couch with these wiggly little mewling lumps in their laps, tiny bottles held delicately.

Mickey's so tired. And usually that makes him extra cranky and a little mean. But sometimes it makes him soft. The softest. And sue him, the little guys are cute. So it's the middle of the night, and it kind of sucks, and he's exhausted, but also so soft.

Ian looks happy as can be, lounging back on the couch and holding the bottle like he's done this a thousand times before. Of course he'd be a natural at this. Mickey's doing alright, but it's like Ian didn't even need to try. It's yet another reminder that Ian is going to absolutely nail it when it's his own kid, Mickey knows. The thought makes something catch in Mickey's chest.

They're at a point now where it's like they're just waiting until the conditions are right. Living somewhere that has more space, getting their business on steady footing. It'll come together, but it's going to be a bit longer. But it'll happen. Mickey's pretty sure.

"Havin' fun over there?" he asks.

Ian smiles. "Yeah." He yawns. "Tired."

"Mm. Yeah." And then, "Weird to think about doing this again."

"Well, the vet said she'll probably have someone by tomorrow, she's calling that one lady..."

"No, I mean. You know, kids need to..." He trails off and shrugs a little.

"Oh." Ian's face softens. "That's sweet, Mick."

"What?"

"You, thinkin' about kids. I just like it. Like talking to you about it and like, knowing you want to." Because he didn't always want to.

Mickey smiles. "Well, I mean...it'll be good, right? Won't be that bad, doin' it with you."

Mickey huffs a laugh through his nose when Ian positively melts at that. He turns his attention down to the sleepy little lump attached to the bottle, the other one in his lap passed out and doing these painfully cute little kitten twitches in his sleep. It'll be different from this, obviously, he knows. Way more complicated, more loud, more exhausting, a hell of a lot more scary. But yeah, it'll be good.

#these two with cats and with babies....please i am not strong enough #thank you anon #asks #gallavich

[oediex]

Some screenshots from Kitten Lady's 2019 video titled "I Went KITTEN SHOPPING!" in which they discuss the Herb Garden kittens who had to be kept separate because they were sucking on each other. These kittens were without a mama cat for so long they tried to nurse on each other, by sucking each other's genitals (usually those of the male kittens). This is a behaviour that may stick even after they start being bottle-fed again. It is very dangerous both for the kitten sucking (because it will make the other kitten pee, and the sucking kitten will ingest urine); and for the kitten being sucked on, as it can lead to deformation of their genitals.

The solution to this behaviour is to keep the kittens separate when not supervised. They can have play time together with supervision after feedings, but need to be separated again once they go back to sleep.

The behaviour usually disappears once they're no longer bottle fed, though I've had couple of cases where it persisted after, when a kitten is looking for comfort (similarly to how kittens can continue to suckle their mama for comfort after they've been weaned off of her milk). As a foster parent, my only solution to persistent sucking is not to adopt that particular kitten out with her brothers.

I've had a couple of litters that engaged in sucking (once two litters of a similar age at the same time) and it can be very stressful. If you're dealing with this and you're struggling, make sure to reach out to your shelter for advice and additional material. I had a lot of trouble making sure all the kittens had a heat source (which they need in the first few weeks) and keep them from each other once they were older and needed more space (but were still bottle fed). Luckily these particular kittens stopped once bottle time was over and they were able to be together 24/7 again.

[ID: 6 screenshots with subtitles on from Kitten Lady's Youtube video "I went kitten shopping!".

In the first screenshot, three women, with Kitten Lady on the right, are talking to each other. In the next five screenshots, Kitten lady is holding a black baby kitten, while another person approaches with a cat carrier, opens it and Kitten Lady puts the black baby kitten inside.

The first screenshot has white overlay text that says: "The herb garden kittens were separated due to sucking (nursing on each other) which can be harmful for the babies."

The 2nd to 6th screenshot shows the following subtitles for the dialogue:

"How long have they been separated from each other?"

"V: We- They came into us nursing on each other, so they cam [sic] iiinn..."

"KL: So they don't know each other?"

"V: They… They know each other- They see each other because they get to be together while they're being monitored,"

"and then when they go back to bed, we separate them out."

/ID]

#kittens #foster kittens #kitten fostering #baby kittens #fostering saves lives #kitten lady #Hannah Shaw #image described

[aquariumgirls]

ok so i have an idea for a fic/series abt the turtles revealing themselves to the public and becoming new most beloved heroes n shit BUT. its also gonna be set in 2023 (current year) and so im getting some hesdcanons written down basically.

STARTING W BIG RAPHIE!

- raph is 20, has been on hrt for 5 years and works at a daycare in the hidden city ^_^ (donnie synthesized it bc they do that for leos hormones and their own as well)

- shes very shy going outside at first bc shes big (over 8ft tall!!) amd spiky but everyone sees her as the big softy she is immediately :] and well. if anyone says anything bad abt her theyll have to deal w her three menaces of little siblings

- she has a hello kitty tattoo on her forearm

- princess peach is her biggest style inspiration! she mends and hems her own clothes to fit around her shell and knits sweaters every winter and donates them to clothing drives

- cried at the amount of people who said "hi barbie!" to her both before and after seeing the barbie movie

- infiltrates leos twitter lives to pick him up by the scruff of his neck to make him go to bed and people go absolutely nutty abt it (basically: OMG SHES SCRUFFING HIM LIKE A KITTEN, LMAOO GET SCRUFFED IDIOT, LOVE HOW SHE TREATS HER SIBLINGS LIKE UNRULY CATS)

- diagnosed Big Dog Energy by twitter

- does makeup asmr lives on twitter and youtube bc people tell her that her voice is nice

- most active on her youtube channel which is mostly her annoying her little siblings (in her words: they've been annoying me for my whole life, time for payback)

- theres a meme of her standing in donnies doorway menacingly. she's holding a blanket. the caption was "im going to get burrito'd someone write my obituary"

- posts pictures of their siblings when they've been burrito'd. even april isn't safe

- one time april stole raphs phone and showed a photo of raph burrito'd instead

- pinned tweet is her crying over a nearly 7ft tall teddy bear plushie someone gave to her as a thanks for saving the world

- she has a custom build a bear

- fosters puppies and kittens frequently! has two foster fails. one is a greyhound named alice who she raised from a bottle baby, and another is a gigantic maine coon named ghost bc he's all white and blind. ghost wraps himself around her neck like a living fur scarf. the cat is absolutely massive btw stretched out heslike half her size

NEXT IS...NEON LEON

- leo is 19 and shooting up like a weed (7ft 2)

- frequently uses mikey and donnie as armrests to be annoying (donnie will bite him. leo is undeterred)

- has a sick ass bionic arm courtesy of donnie! always makes arm and a leg jokes w donnie bc theyre both menaces

- works at run of the mill :] may or may not have a crush on a certain bunny waiter...

- is actually very good at customer service

- is the second most active online, and the most open w his face and being seen in public! cried when a kid said that he was their hero and is haunted by the videos of it

- tried to steal a duck in broad daylight.

- dresses like a modern eboy sorry.

- has (almost) as many piercings as donnie! almost. doesn't have snakebites, but has a septum piercing, eyebrow piercing and hangs little earrings and general things from his mask tails!

- every time hes in the background of a video, he default dances. it doesn't matter where he is, whos recording, he *knows*. its become a meme

- casually refers to cj (who is 17, almost 18) as his son. refuses to elaborate

- can be found basking in central park when its sunny enough, usually alongside mikey

- loves to say "me n donnie are actually identical twins you just can't tell bc we're turtles"

- has a yt channel where he covers songs, usually glam rock

NEXT................DONATELLO W A BOOK IN THEIR HAND

- 19 like leo (04 babies RIIIIIIIISE)

- scarcely goes outside in the daytime but when they do they're usually in the most extra outfits they have. ("if i have to be forced into the sun, i may as well dazzle!)

- people kept asking them if they went to barbie or oppenheimer. they went to barbie, duh?

- has so. many. piercings. snakebites, septum, bridge, cheek piercings, eyebrow. half their face is metal

- unsuprisingly modern cybergoth.

- wardrobe is either black clothes or purple clothes.

- genius built is an actual fully fledged company now, and they are very proud! and also they make a lot of money. (they donate most of it to charity, because eat the rich)

- is the frequent victim of 0.5 pictures bc of their snoot

- has a joke asmr channel (plague doctor tells you that you're dying asmr, carpenter finds bees in your walls asmr, sickly victorian child begs you for money asmr)

- is Tall. they seem much taller bc theyre lanky as hell (6ft 7)

- frequently speaks at colleges, except when people hear that purple is speaking at their college they dont expect a Goth As Hell Turtle with a snoot to rival a borzoi. most people guess their aesthetic incorrectly and donnie thinks its hilarious

- there are compilations of them smiling/laughing over the internet. the most common one is them laughing so hard they can barely breathe after someone called leo "lame-o-nerdo"

- is most frequently spotted at the local target. they like trinkets

- one time a guy tried to flirt w them and they politely redirected him towards leo

- came out very nonchalantly on a live. donnie was texting someone in the bg of one of leos lives and the chat kept asking omg what r they smiling at!! and they looked up and said "my girlfriend duh" and when people started saying YOU LIKE GIRLS??? they started directly into the camera w a vaguely confused expression for 10 seconds straight before saying "of course i like girls??? im a lesbian??" and three echoing voices shouted "I THOUGHT YOU WERE AMERICAN"

- the clip went viral. obviously.

- theres a clip of donnie biting an entire watermelon and it exploding

- is actually very open to taking photos w people ^_^ loves it when kids come up to them and say they look cool/shiny. never fails to make them cry

LAST BUT DEFINITELY NOT LEAST.......MIKEYYYYY

- 18! though he doesn't really care bc its not like he can vote anyways

- puts graffiti up on the weirdest places

- accidentally mentioned knowing rupert swaggart on twitter. also accidentally revealed that his dad is lou jitsu which made splinter get a twitter

- has a tattoo sleeve in progress that works around his mystic scarring and also sketched out hamato clan tattoos for his entire family which they then all got

- suprisingly has less tattoos than leo. but unsuprisingly less than donnie, who went absolutely batshit.

- favorite tattoo is his tattoo of karai on his shoulder

- apprentice tattoo artist in the hidden city, also made his own hot sauce (and was the first turtle to go on hot ones. never broke a sweat ofc unlike raph who almost immediately started crying from the spice)

- was dared by leo to scream "IM MAKING FUCKINH MACKING CHEESE IN THE MICHEAL WAVE" from a rooftop. he did it, recorded it, and pinned it on twitter

- lethal puppy eyes can and will be used on anyone and everyone. its how he gets away w so much

- small still (5'11)

- sometimes shows up on leos song cover channel along w donnie

- posts recipes on twitter and instagram

- instagram is literally just pictures of food

- loves to go sunbathing and will sit in a quiet park for hours

- ate an entire orange, peel and all, in front of st least 12 children as a dare

- no piercings but has silly bandz hooked onto his mask

- visits local art colleges frequently

- showed up on donnies joke asmr channel (the video was my little brother reads an entire cookbook front to back while i lay dead on the floor. raphs cat decided to start kneading donnies shell halfway in and then promptly loafed on them for the rest of the video while mikey tried very hard not to laugh)

- met beyoncé. cried.

GROUP HCS.

- leo and donnie will take off their respective prosthetics as jokes often. leo will offer someone a hand and detach his arm. donnie has thrown their leg at people. more than once. theres compilations of it. theres an unexplained no context video on leos twitter of donnie in the living room, detaching their leg, opening a hidden compartment and then proceeding to shake out nearly a thousand fake plastic spiders along with a truly uncountable amount of batteries. the video ends with donnie snapping their head towards the camera and shouting "DON'T REVEAL MY SECRETS DIPSHIT" before lunging at leo

- theres multiple videos of the disaster twins being a disaster as raph slowly approaches from behind them, scruffs them like cats and then flings them over her shoulder like particularly unruly sacks of flour. theres also compilations of her holding her siblings under their arms like cats. donnie seems to be the most receptive to it, bc they could be angrily ranting snd then raph picks them up and they just. dangle. pupils dilated and content to be carried off.

- theres a video of raph gnawing on an impressively large tree branch in the woods, illumimated only by a phone flash. she looks almost guilty in it.

- mikey took a video of his three aquatic siblings in the rain and titled it "turtle zoomies"

the video shows raph contentedly soaking in the rain, tail swishing in a particularly deep puddle. leo and donnie are chasing each other at inhuman speeds while chirping. raph looks at the camera and smiles before donnie runs into her, to which she then decides it's time for cuddles. leo runs at the camera and the video ends.

- donnie showed up on leos song cover channel and covered both world is mine (obviously) but also to the hellfire by lorna shore, metal screams and all. people have begged them to make their own song cover channel but they just said "why make my own when i can just steal my brothers?"

- the turtles accidentally revealed having mafia ties ala big mama ("oh yeah we have a mom too! not by birth though. big mama!" "THE FUCKING LEADER OF THE SPIDER MAFIA??" "the WHAT.")

SORRY THIS IS REALKY LONG

#tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt hc #rottmnt hc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #long post #postings #raphael hamato #leonardo hamato #donatello hamato #michelangelo hamato #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey

[alollinglaughingcat]

i have so many kittens rn its silly so i made a gallery of some (some!) of my cats' ages XD

Frito is a bottlefed kitten I just picked up today, alongside their three siblings, Cheeto, Dorito, and Lay. They're 3 weeks old

Maya is a stray kitten my mom found outside three days ago, and she's a bit older than a month old, around 5-6 weeks old

Checkers is my long-term foster kitten, whom I've had since she was 2 months old, and she's now 8 months old about. I also fostered her sister, California, for a month. Checkers had a bad reaction to fluids (or the needle was contaminated) that caused her skin to split open, and she's got a few months left of healing to go!

Mac n Cheese is my wobbly syndrome cat, whom I've had since she was 6 weeks old and I swore was still under a year but she's actually a month over at 1 year, 1 month! :O time flies!!! my baby's so fat now!

Gizmo, not pictured, is another cat I have, who's about 2 years and a half now. Very smart and knows sit, high five, and spin! :) My mom also found him as a stray, same age as Maya, and he gave all my cats (and me) ringworm lmao

Princington and Battle Axel were two cats I also had who are now deceased and they were the same age, only about a week apart, and would both be 3 and a half years by now (Prince died at 1 year, Axel at ~2)

Tweetie aka Sweetie aka Angel is a cat I've had since childhood, so I can't remember her exact age. She was born on my grandma's farm, and we took her and Tommy aka Mustard (now deceased) when they were weaned off their mom, so about the 5-6 week mark

Sheldon is another cat I have, big fatto, and my mom fostered him since he was a bottle baby and kept him because he had anger issues and she feared no one would take him and he'd get euth'ed. He's about 9-11 years, I'm not sure of when he came into the picture even though I remember him as a kitten

Shadow is our old boy, somewhere in the 14-16 year old range. His ears are all fucked cause he got something like a hematoma in them and blood burst. He's a good boy but hell at the vet, so since the ears aren't lethal/painful, we didn't do much past give him meds for infection and clean his ears. He has a sister named Macaroni who is very chill and does not look as old as Shadow does lol

Also had a cat named Princess and another named Misty before them, but only faded memories :)

I had hamsters (Digger, Gumball) and guinea pigs (Marvin, Sweetflower) previously as well, had a rabbit (Cookie Dough aka NumNum) briefly, and currently have one some-months old hamster named Buster who loves biting people, and two gerbils, Gemini aged 1 year and Mama Virgo a few months older. Gemini had a sister named Libra that previously mentioned California ate. My mom also has ducks, chickens, and guineas

and not to mention our dogs! Shaggy is like a 4 months old sheep-a-doodle, then Adrian the mini pom is like 10 years old, Rocky the Shih Tzu is 12-14 years old, and Sonny the mutt is pushing 19 years old! We previously had a pom named Destiny who died at like 15 and PP aka Penelope the German Shephard mix who died young at 10 years old because of arthritis/other conditions

its going to be so strange going from so many animals to 2-3 cats, 3 critters when i move for college lol

#random #cats #kittens #kitties #foster kittens #wobbly cat syndrome #old cats #cat ages

[ellecdc]

hello mother i have come to tell you about my cats

i have 5 cats ,,, i have a momma cat, who’s 3 years old, i have two of her older babies who are both 9 months old, and two kittens who are 3 months old

and recently, one of the kittens developed a strange obsession with fighting with people’s feet ,,, he’s also a very curious litol kitten who is also really talkative like one of the 9 month old cat ,,, like they got all the meows from their siblings because two of the cats are really really quiet it’s like an achievement for me to hear a peep from them in like three days 😔

~ 😸

Omgggg! I love all of them!

Go ahead and skip if y’all don’t want to hear about cats/fostering 😅

I was just chatting with my mum last week when I was back home that I miss having kittens around 😭 not the bottle babies (that was cute but exhausting and fucking messy) but fostering the kittens was so fun 🥹

Although, I had one foster who sounds a lot like the one of yours that goes after feet! He came to the shelter with his sister and they both had really bad flea induced anemia and the sister didn’t make it 😞 so he grew up as a singleton (what we called kittens who grow up alone). In my experience at the SPCA, kittens that didn’t grow up with mamas or siblings to tell them to fuck off when they got annoying are CRAZY (not to mention he was a tuxedo cat 🫣). But I digress

He ended up being so ridiculous I actually couldn’t work in my office anymore (where we set up the fosters) and I did all my school work downstairs because I’d go in to grab something and I’d come out with bloody ankles!!!

This was him (I had named him Lakely)

The last pic was me getting payback for all his nonsense on our last night together lol

#ask elle #elle’s 😸

[headlamprey]

Saw a post saying baby animals besides humans barely make any noise but as someone who has fostered over a thousand bottle baby kittens and some puppies. I have a million videos of two day old kittens absolutely SCREAMING for food

[lifewithchronicpain]

Ugh, kitten season is slowly starting but I might not be able to foster until April. We have a planned NH trip this Monday. I'm looking forward to it, I need to get away for a couple of days.

However I didn't realize the baby sitting I agreed to meant I'm going back to NH in the middle of the month for my mom and sister to go to a concert of a local band they like for mom's birthday.

Then, April 8th is the eclipse. My sister lives so painfullly close to path of totality, that it would be easy to spend the night there and just drive for under an hour to get to totality. I've suggested we find a park the kids can play in and we can kinda picnic for lunch since the eclipse will hit our area in the 2pm hour. Even if it's a cloudy day, totality is still something to be experienced.

With so many trips to NH, it's hard to commit to a foster when I average usually two weeks with them. There's kind of an opening from mid March to April 8th as long as a get a kitten soon enough.

But I guess I just have to tell myself, after the eclipse there's no reason to go anywhere, I won't make any plans. I want a solid month dedicated to fostering at least.

I'm also looking forward to my first bottle babies. It didn't work out last fall for me to get any, but I'm determined to have that experience this season.

[etraytin]

New Fosters!

We're back from our spring break beach trip (yay!) and wouldn't you know, it's time to dive headfirst into kitten season here in Appalachia! I have three new babies I just picked up today. They're about a week old, eyes still closed, and like all bottle babies their age, they've got a sad little story. Apparently one of ENKA's regular foster folks was at a local shelter to pick up a pregnant cat when a woman walked in with a box of screaming newborn kittens. She told them her neighbors had moved away and left their outdoor cat behind, and she'd tried to bring the cat indoors, then realized it was pregnant. The cat gave birth, then a day or two later had begun acting weird and eventually died at the vet's office, leaving behind five orphans. She couldn't take care of them and wanted to surrender them. The shelter told her they couldn't do anything for her except euthanize the kittens, but the foster asked her to wait and contacted ENKA's foster coordinator, who told her to bring them in. Situations like this are sort of our bread and butter, taking on kittens that shelters have no room or skills or resources for.

So now I have babies! Two of the kittens are with another foster because five bottle babies is A Lot, and I have the remaining three. There's a dilute tortie girl named Jocelyn, a gray girl with a white muzzle named Moira, and a gray boy with a white chin named Roland. (Their litter is the Schitt's Creek litter, so now I'm going to have to watch the show to understand what I'm calling them.

They're about seven days old now, which is still very little, but we're fortunate that they got five critical days with their mother so they got colostrum and learned how to suckle. Roland is a deeply inefficent nurser who mostly just wants to hold the bottle in his mouth and purr, but they are all eating well at two hour intervals.

Callisto, who is now four months old, is extremely miffed about this revolting new development. She is not allowed in the kitten room because they are under quarantine for two weeks, but she can hear their hangry cries when I am handling them and will stand outside the door and yell along. I have to keep a toy right outside the door to keep her from running inside the moment I open it, and as soon as I wash my hands it is Hold Your REAL Baby Time. Or it is "I am mad at you and I'm going to my sulking spot" time.

They've got another week or so of hyper-frequent feedings, then at two weeks we go to three hours in the daytime and 3.5 at night. I can't wait to see what they look like as they grow and become more cat-shaped, I think they're going to be real cuties!

#foster kittens #baby animals #bottle babies #schitt's creek litter #callisto

[sundownsquad]

Alright, so no primordial pouch (a shame) but it does make me wonder a bunch of things about baby-baby ottas. How small are they when they're first born? Do they come out and immediately know how to stand, like a horse? Or do they have a small, helpless stage as newborns where their eyes and ears are closed? Do they have to learn to walk and play and groom themselves? Do they go through a chubby, round "bumper car" stage?

Curse you for making me think about your boys becoming otta foster parents and bottle feeding gangly, scrungly little wee baby ottas.

@gaeasun @gokyacetakal Answering everyone's asks here since they're all Otta related! <3 So here's answers to all the questions!

How small are they as newborns?: Take a peek at the Growth Chart on the Ottabura fact sheets and that will give you a good visual on their size. But newborns would be around 8–10 inches at the shoulder if they could stand.

Can they stand immediately?: No, it takes a couple of days before they start getting on their feet. But once they're up they build strength quickly.

Are their eyes and ears closed?: Nope, they can hear and open their eyes right after birth. However, they sleep a ton for those first couple of days so it could give the appearance that they can't.

Do they go through a chubby, round, "bumper car" stage?: A little bit, yes. That first week they still have lots of baby fat so they're very round and are teetering around quite a bit as they figure out their legs. Their tails are too long to stick straight up like a kitten's would, but the baby ottas would run into their siblings enough to qualify as bumper cars I think. Lol

Bottle feeding: Knox bought the ottas when they were two weeks old, so they were already old enough to be eating solid food. So the squad didn't bottle feed them (though that would have been very endearing, I agree), but they were definitely down there mashing up rehydrated veggies and spuds and throwing it together with some fish to create the baby food that they all dubbed "otta soup".

Primordial pouch: The hilarious thing about primordial pouches is they aren't actually a pouch. The term refers to the loose bit of skin/fat cats have that runs between their lower abdomen and back legs. The pouch marsupials (kangaroos, wombats, etc.) have is called a marsupium and is quite different. So the term primordial pouch I think refers to it being a pouch for fat storage. Still a very confusing term, though. Lol As for ottas, they actually don't collect things like ferrets or otters might. They are a migratory, pack-based species, so they don't hang out in the same area for long in the wild. Sundown's ottas have their little collection of toys and things since they live in the same place full-time, but otherwise they don't hoard or stash things away.

How furry/fluffy are the ottas? Ottas are covered head-to-toe in short, dense fur. It looks identical to a river otter's fur. When dry, the fur lays flat and is very soft to the touch. When wet, the fur tends to gather in little narrow bunches until it dries out. One unique thing about their fur, though, is the oil in their coats that makes them waterproof (and blasterproof) binds very tightly to the hair, so they don't feel oily at all when you touch them. Instead, it just feels like they're using some incredible product/conditioner on their coats because of how smooth and shiny it is. Lol

#Thanks for all the questions everyone! <3 #Sundown Asks #Ottaburas

[direwolfrules]

I know I'm rather late on this but in my defense, I got distracted for five minutes and five minutes turned into two weeks.

tagged by @zelzahdarkcloak

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes. The first part of my first name comes from a maternal great-uncle who just a few years later tried to get my great-grandma to disown my grandma's entire branch of the family, so we just pretend that I'm named after a cousin with a similar name instead. The second part of my first name comes from my paternal great-grandma.

You see, legend has it that my paternal grandfather dramatically sighed until my mom, who keep in mind just pushed out a baby who decided breathing was for losers for a solid minute, asks him "what's wrong dad?"

My grandfather responds with "Ya know, no one ever named after my mother."

"What was her name, dad?"

"Anousha."

Anyway, that's why my first name ends in "anne".

My middle name was my paternal grandma's nickname.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Three days ago. Cut my heel on a loose nail sticking out from the stairs.

3. Do you have kids?

Does my cat count?

4. Do you use sarcasm?

It's my first language.

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their clothing. Spent so long getting made fun of for my clothing choices I think I'm hyper-aware of other people's.

6. What is your eye color?

Blue. Like a dark, kinda greyish in certain lighting blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I actually cannot watch scary movies. I am prone to nightmares. So happy endings by default I guess. (I do genuinely prefer happy endings though).

8. Any special talent?

Does being annoying count? No? Then I guess being good at bottle-feeding kittens.

9. Where were you born?

NYC, born and raised.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, watching TV, attempting to write fanfiction but getting stuck on the whole "writing out more than a basic outline" thing, playing videogames, and TNR.

11. Any pets?

Three cats and a dog. And currently I have four foster kittens running around.

12. What sports do you / have you played?

I played soccer for a few years as a kid. Until I literally got run over by several other children and the coach tried to tell me to "walk it off". I couldn't breathe, Jefferey.

13. How tall are you?

5'4"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Loved the sciences in elementary to high school. Right now in college, I'd have to say Archeology.

15. Dream job?

I want to be an archeologist. Not sure what kind yet, though if I can manage I'd like to one day be in a position to consult for the Antiquities Trafficking Unit.

[frostbittenbucky]

My inaccurate fanon story of how Bruce “baby fever” Wayne got all his kids

Bruce fosters Dick

Bruce: “what am I feeling”

Dick: *exists*

Bruce: *heart swells* “I’m a father now. Alfred, order me some cargo shorts and a riding lawn mower”

Dick leaves

Bruce: *immediate empty nest syndrome*

Bruce sees Jason

Bruce: “baby?????”

Jason: *shrugs*

Jason dies

Bruce: *is destroyed, vows to never love again*

Tim: “please?”

Bruce: *heart swelling* “no”

Tim: :(

Bruce: …

Tim: 🥺

Bruce: “baby!!”

Tim quits

Stephanie becomes Robin

Bruce: “baby?”

Stephanie: “no”

Stephanie gets fired

Tim: :)

Bruce: “baby ?”

Tim: “yes?”

Bruce: “BABY!!”

Jason returns

Bruce: “baby?!”

Jason cocks gun

Bruce:….

Jason tried to kill Tim

Bruce: “… baby?”

Jason calms the fuck down

Bruce: !!!

Damian arrives

Bruce: ?

Damian: *is small*

Bruce: …baby?”

Damian: *violence*

Bruce: *sheds tear* “baby!”

Damian: *VIOLENCE*

Bruce: *whispers* “babyyyy”

Cass arrives

Bruce: “you’re my child now”

Cass: “I’m baby?”

Bruce: “baby!!!!!”

Duke befriends Damian and meets Bruce

Duke: :(

Bruce: “… baby?”

Duke: :(((

Bruce: *gentle*“baby!”

#batfam #batdad #Bruce Wayne #dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim drake #Tim Wayne #Damian Wayne #cassandra cain #duke Thomas #incorrect batfam #my post #I have two bottle baby foster kittens #I have baby/kitten fever rn

[tendercoretroglodyke]

feeling kinda

#i may just be panicking bc this is happening really fast and im tired rn so it all seems like so much responsibility #and like ive only ever had senior cats never a kitten much less TWO kittens!! #and yeah I'll have my roommate to help but she's gonna be out of the house a lot of the time and she doesnt have cat experience! #what if we fuck it up 😭😭😭 #i dont even know how old they are!!! what their needs are!! #i told them we cant bottle feed and they need to be litter-trained so like #hopefully they respect our wishes?? #rrrgh #you know how they say with babies no one feels prepared and you gotta learn on the job?? #hopefully itll be like that... #if anyone has experience with kittens and/or fostering i would appreciate words of encouragement or advice 😣

[muite]

Chifuyu is a complete idiot

» fluff + song inspo: I love this song so much I wrote this in 15 minutes ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა also please look at this I'm simping so hard (0.8k)

In heaven, that's how you felt right now

"it's so sweet of you to take me on a date like this Fuyu"

"I know right? I thought I'd be super romantic to ride a bike with you" he laughed "I mean we always ride my bike but like a bicycle you know"

"I understood the first time, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"I'm sorry!"

you laughed pressing your back to his looking at the scenery

you and hina were just exiting school when he and takemichi appeared, they both left together leaving you and chifuyu to go back home together

though he had other plans in mind, asking you if you wanted to go on a "unexpected but super exciting and romantic" date with him

hence why he was riding a bike with you on the back of it, you didn't question why you were riding to a river and just focused on the pretty sunset that was making you feel this moment impossibly romantic

"we're finally here!"

"eh?" finally snapping out of your haze you looked around the place "but we're under the bridge Fuyu..?"

"yeah come look at this!"

walking up to him you noticed him taking out a little box and a bottle of water out of his backpack while crouching down at a little box

"hello babies! did you miss me?"

five little kittens started meowing as Chifuyu poured them what you now recognized as kitten food from the little box and some water

"ne Fuyu"

"yeah?"

"... is this our 'unexpected but super exciting and romantic' date?"

he answered your question with a bright smile and a exciting "yeah!"

you wanted to punch him

"I'm going home"

"wait wait!" running up to you he hugged your arms to stop you from leaving "I actually wanted to ask you something... for a long time, I just wanted to be brave enough for this moment.."

feeling your heart racing you looked into his eyes, thinking he was just about to prank you but surprised to see him dead serious

is he... ¿¡is he finally asking me to be his girlfriend!?

you always looked at the relationship Hina and Takemichi had with longing eyes, wanting to have a relationship as cute as them would be anyones dream

sadly you were stuck with a complete idiot who just liked to mess around

you knew Chifuyu was a good boy and of course you knew he liked you back and that was exactly why it was so frustrating that he never asked to be something more than whatever the two of you are

you could easily ask him, but seeing him not making any move made you feel uneasy too, so you foolishly continued this child's play with the excuse of let the time do its work

and finally the day has come, Chifuyu was finally ready to ask you to be his girlfriend and you were more than ready to say yes

"wh-what is it that you want to ask me?"

please kamisama, let this idiot ask me out!

seeing him take a deep breath made your cheeks heat up in flames

I'm gonna pass out!

"I know you have a big house and that your parents are super cool so can you please foster the kittens while I find their forever home?"

time stopped just like your heart did, the heat leaving your cheeks and with your eyes leaving their lovesick sparkle you murmured

"I'm definitely going home"

"please y/n! you know I live in a small apartment! please please please do it for meeee"

looking into his puppy eyes and noticing how close he was to your face made you blush sadly you couldn't help but give in to him

It's a total pity I'm in love with this idiot!

"fine but you have to provide them their food, I'm not paying for anything"

"you're truly the best!" Chifuyu exclaimed hugging you

He continued jumping around with you, but your brain was too fried to think about anything other than the heat his body irradiated and just as you started to wrap your arms around him he put distance between you and him

"you have nothing to worry about ok? just make sure they're five when you wake up and that they're still five when you go to sleep"

the sparkle in his eyes made you feel all warm inside, yeah, he didn't ask you to be his girlfriend but you sure did make him feel happy and that was more than enough for your little hopeless heart to stop aching

still feeling ridiculous you laughed and smiled at him

"yeah yeah whatever you say, bring the box over, I can carry it on my lap while you take me home"

"got it!"

and just as you turned around Chifuyu spun you to face him once again and with bright innocent eyes said

"oh yeah I almost forgot, do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers chifuyu #matsuno chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x y/n #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu fluff #chifuyu x you #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokyorev x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader fluff #chifuyu x reader fluff

[cuttoothed]

A little fic for @jonsimsandcats and also inspired by some adorable art on discord! Featuring notes on kitten rearing, and of course some Jmart because it’s me.

Jon works at the Institute here, but a non-spooky version of it!

*

Martin is doing a final check on the fish tanks when he hears the bell above the front door jingle. He sighs; he knew he should have locked up first. Just his luck.

“This is your fault,” he tells the angelfish balefully. They don’t seem contrite, too busy nosing in the fine gravel for any food they’ve missed. Martin walks out to the front of the shop, preparing his best customer service smile to tell whoever’s come in at—he glances at his watch—three minutes past eight that they’re closed, and no, they can’t just wander around for a few minutes to look at the animals. Honestly, some people seem to think there’s no difference between a pet shop and an art gallery.

There’s a man standing at the front counter, looking around anxiously, a bundled up jumper clutched against his chest.

“Sorry, we’re—” Martin begins, and that’s as far as he gets before the man unleashes a frantic tirade.

“Please!” the man says, “I need your help, I-I’m not sure they’re breathing and they were out there for hours on their own, I know you’re not supposed to move them in case their mother comes back but I couldn’t just—just leave knowing they were still there, and all the vet offices nearby are closed, this was the only place I could think of!”

The man is wild eyed, almost panicked, and Martin lifts both hands in an appeasing gesture.

“Woah,” he says, “Uh, maybe start from the beginning again? Slowly?”

“Right, ah, sorry. Sorry. I spotted them this morning, under a bush just outside my work.” The man sets the bundle of jumper down on the counter, and unfolds it to reveal two tiny scraps of fur: one gray, one black. Kittens, Martin realizes, so small they can only be a week or so old; certainly not old enough to be without their mother.

“I left them alone, because I’ve heard that the mother usually comes back after a little while. A-and I meant to go and check on them again during the day, make sure.” The man sounds anguished now, his face miserable. “But I—I got caught up in work, forgot about it. It was only when I was leaving that I remembered. And they were still there, on their own. Barely moving. Please—is there anything we can do?”

Martin looks down at the tiny creatures in their nest of wool; he can just about see the shallow in-out of their breathing. All day outside alone, at their age, the odds aren’t great. But he’s met enough kittens to know that they’re shockingly resilient little sods, and he’s never given up on a so-called hopeless case before. He’s not about to start now.

“You did the right thing moving them,” he assures the man, moving to flip the sign on the door to CLOSED. “We need to get them warmed up and get some food into them. Body heat is the best thing for them right now—can you start warming them with your hands?”

“Oh—ah, yes,” says the man, turning to his bundle of jumper with a worried frown. Martin leaves him there while he rushes around the shop, grabbing kitten milk replacer and nursing bottles, and then into the back to heat two mugs of water in the microwave while he makes up the bottles. He pops them into the mugs to warm, and brings the whole lot out to the front. The man now has a kitten in each hand, and is holding them pressed carefully to his chest for additional warmth; his expression is still worried, but also desperately tender, and Martin feels a pang of something behind his ribs at the sight.

“One of them is moving,” the man says eagerly as Martin sets the bottles down. Martin can see the gray kitten wriggling weakly in the man’s grip, responding to the heat. Its sibling is still motionless, and Martin’s heart sinks a little.

“That’s great,” he says. “Hold onto her for another minute, and let me see if I can get her sister moving too.”

He holds out a hand, and the man almost reluctantly passes him the black kitten. Martin doesn’t try to notice that the man has lovely hands, with long, slim fingers, narrow wrist jutting out of his shirt sleeve, but, well, he notices a bit. He turns his attention to the kitten; he can’t make out the motion of its breathing anymore. He takes it in both hands and starts to massage it gently. It lies limp in his palms, head lolling, and Martin starts to feel despair crawling cold up his spine.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “You can do it.” The man is watching him anxiously, the gray kitten cradled against his chest, and Martin knows he can’t give up. He keeps rubbing the kitten’s small body, trying to will warmth and life back into the tiny, fragile form. At last, after what seems like an eternity, the kitten squirms in his hands and a faint, plaintive mew escapes it. An answering mew comes from the gray kitten, and Martin laughs, relief washing over him.

“Right, let’s see if we can get them to eat.”

After checking that they’re not too chilled to feed, Martin tests each of the kittens with a drop of formula on their tongue; thankfully they both seem able to swallow without difficulty. He shows the man how to feed the gray kitten, holding its body in a neutral position with the bottle tilted for a gentle flow. It doesn’t take long for the kittens to figure out the process, and Martin can feel the tug on the bottle as his kitten begins to suckle.

“Oh,” he hears softly from beside him, and turns to see the man gazing in delight at the gray kitten, whose tiny, unfurled ears are twitching as it sucks.

“She’s doing great,” Martin comments. “Good job.” The man gives him a tentative, pleased smile, and Martin still isn’t trying to notice but it’s a very nice smile. “I’m Martin, by the way.”

“Jonathan Sims—Jon,” says the man, and then gives a small, tense laugh. “God, I haven’t even apologized for storming in here while you were clearly trying to close up for the night.”

“That’s all right, I didn’t have any exciting plans tonight anyway. I’d much rather be spending time with these little beauties.”

Jon smiles again, more sure this time, and all right, maybe Martin deliberately notices the dimple in his right cheek. Just a bit.

Once the kittens are fed, Martin shows Jon how to stimulate them; both of them only pee a little—poor things are dehydrated—but it’s a good sign. They clean them up and tuck them back into the nest of Jon’s jumper, where they curl up into a small puddle of black and gray. Jon gives a sigh that’s somewhere between relieved and exhausted.

“Thank you,” he says. “I, ah, I think I forgot to say that as well. You know a lot about this.”

“I volunteer at a shelter, there are a lot of kittens. If you like, I can take them for tonight and bring them in tomorrow?”

“Ah,” says Jon. “Do you think that’s—I mean...I-I’m not sure I’d feel right, handing them off to someone else. Not that I think you’re not capable!” he rushes to add, and Martin finds himself smiling.

“No, I get it. You found them, you want to take care of them. I’ll warn you, though, it’s a big commitment. For the first couple of weeks you have to feed them every two hours, even during the night, and then it’s every three or four hours until they start weaning. It’s like having a newborn baby.”

“I don’t get much sleep generally,” says Jon. “At least this way I’ll have something to do while I’m up all night. And my work is—well, I’ll explain the situation.”

He looks set on it, brow furrowed with determination. Martin considers arguing more: that a shelter will be better equipped to care for the kittens, that there’s no guarantee they’ll survive in any case, that Jon doesn’t know what he’s signing up for. But the shelters are always crowded, and kittens this young have simple needs, and really, a dedicated foster parent—armed with the right knowledge—is probably the best thing for them.

“Right,” he says, “Let’s make sure these two are well wrapped up before you take them home.”

He scrounges a cardboard box from the back and they settle the kittens into it, still wrapped in Jon’s jumper along with a soft fleece blanket printed with cartoon fish. Martin gathers a couple of cartons of liquid formula and extra bottles to get them started, and shows Jon how to pierce the nipple so the flow isn’t too strong.

“It should be warmed to body temperature,” he explains, “But not directly in the microwave—put the bottles in heated water, like I did earlier. Do you have a hot water bottle?”

“Yes, I do,” says Jon, frowning intently as he listens. Martin nods.

“It’s better than a heating pad at this age, they’re less likely to get overheated. Don’t make it too hot—body temperature, again—and wrap it in a blanket so they’re not touching it directly.”

“Got it,” says Jon firmly, and Martin believes him. He bags up the formula and bottles and an extra pet blanket, and presses them into the hands of a startled Jon; the till is shut off for the night, but Martin can explain and pay for the items tomorrow.

“What’s your phone number?” he asks, and Jon looks even more startled.

“S-sorry?”

“Or your email. I’m going to send you some links—videos, a couple of good blogs that should be helpful.”

“Oh, ah, right. Of course.” Jon recites his number and Martin saves it under “Jon (Kittens).” He peeks into the box one last time before Jon scoops it up, and sees the kittens snuggled in the folds of the jumper, paws waving in little kitten dreams.

“Thank you again, Martin,” says Jon. “I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you tonight.” His tone is shy but genuine, and it sends warmth through Martin’s chest and up into his cheeks.

“Any time,” Martin says. “And feel free to text me if you need anything—if you have a question or...anything. Or call me if you like.” He’s aware he’s rambling a bit, but it’s not every day an attractive man says that he doesn’t know what he would have done without you, so he can hardly be blamed.

“I will,” says Jon solemnly.

*

He doesn’t text Martin any questions that night, but when Martin sends him the links to a youtube channel and three blog posts on kitten care, he replies:

Thank you :)

Martin spends most of the rest of the night wondering what that smiley face means.

*

He doesn’t necessarily expect to see Jon again, and certainly doesn’t expect to see him the very next day. But just before one o’clock in the afternoon the bell above the door jingles and there’s Jon, looking tired and more than a bit sheepish.

“I got all the way into work this morning before I realized I’d never paid for any of the things you gave me,” he says, reaching for his wallet.

“Those were gifts,” Martin tells him firmly. “Sort of a “welcome to foster parenthood” care basket?”

“No, I couldn’t let you—” Jon starts to protest, but Martin shakes his head emphatically.

“It’s no big deal, honestly. I get an employee discount anyway.”

“I...well, then I suppose I need to thank you yet again,” says Jon.

“It’s becoming a bit of a habit,” Martin jokes, grinning, and Jon smiles in return. He hesitates a moment before continuing:

“Maybe I could buy you lunch instead, then? To pay you back.”

“There’s no need, honestly,” says Martin, even as his brain berates him: What are you doing, idiot, he’s asking you to have lunch with him? Say yes!

“Please, I’d like to,” Jon says, and then gives a thoughtful frown. “Only if you want to, of course, don’t feel obligated—”

“I’m on lunch in five minutes,” Martin blurts out before he can overthink it.

“Great!” says Jon, sounding pleased. “If you have time, we could go by my office as well and visit the kittens. I just fed them before I came to see you.”

Before I came to see you, not before I came to pay you back, and Martin feels that warmth crawling up towards his cheeks again. Even if Jon’s intentions are purely friendly rather than...anything else, well, Martin could always use more friends.

“How were they last night?” he asks, and the smile that spreads across Jon’s face this time is pure delight.

“Oh I barely got an hour’s sleep,” he says, waving a hand. “And today they’re sitting under my desk reminding me every couple of hours that they need attention and that they are far more important than whatever I’m working on. They’re perfect.”

“Sounds like cat parenthood suits you,” Martin teases gently, and Jon laughs.

“I think it rather does.”

*

Lunch is...nice, and only slightly awkward in the “getting to know a new person” sort of way. Jon is serious, but also funny in an understated, acerbic way, and there’s a gentleness to him that wouldn’t be immediately apparent, if Martin hadn’t seen him cradling two tiny, fragile lives to his chest last night. He’s the kind of person Martin would like to know better, he thinks.

Afterwards they go to Jon’s workplace, which is extremely academic with a brass nameplate by the door and everything, and down to the basement office where Jon works; Martin doesn’t really know what archiving entails, but it looks like mostly a bloody great pile of paperwork. Jon’s two colleagues give Martin friendly and extremely curious glances as they pass; Jon pointedly ignores them in favor of directing Martin to his desk and the cardboard box sitting beneath it.

When Martin glances inside, the two kittens are curled up in the folds of the fish-print blanket, lying against the shape of what he assumes is the hot water bottle. Their bellies already look rounder than they were last night, thanks to regular feeding, and their limbs twitch as they sleep.

“I’ll take them to the vet for a check up after work,” Jon murmurs quietly, gazing down at them with a soft expression. Martin recognizes that look of adoration, and he knows this pair won’t be going to a shelter or anywhere else; they’ve found their home with Jon.

“They’re lucky you found them,” he says, and Jon smiles self-consciously.

“I think I’m the one who was lucky,” he says.

They spend a bit more time with the kittens, and then Martin realizes that it’s about time he got back to work if he doesn’t want to get in trouble. He excuses himself, waving goodbye to Jon’s still curious colleagues, and Jon walks him out to the grand front entrance of the building.

“Thanks again for lunch,” he says. “And—you have my number, right? The offer is open, if you need anything, just text me.”

“I will,” says Jon. “And, ah, let me know if you’d like to come and see the kittens again. Any day. Well, most days,” he corrects himself. “We could, ah, maybe have lunch again?”

“That sounds...really nice,” says Martin. Jon smiles, pleased, and Martin isn’t trying to notice the faint flush that spreads across his face, but it’s very cute anyway.

*

As he walks back to work, Martin’s phone vibrates with a text. It’s a picture of the kittens, curled up on top of each other, with the message:

Come back and see us soon!

Martin grins; the kittens, he thinks, weren’t the only ones lucky to be found last night.

#the magnus archives #jonsimsandcats2021 #my fic #jonmartin

[lifewithchronicpain]

This is going to be quite a week. Because of my tramadol disaster I can only take half my normal dose in a day. :/ But at least I won't go though withdrawal.

Even if like I called my clinic and told them they fucked up the pill count, with all the red tape around opioids, I doubt they'd fill another prescription before this one runs out, andi think it's better to wait. It would be a headache and a half to attempt to fix it, so better to just take what I have and make it to the 21st when my pain doctor is back from vacation.

On the hand I start training for foster kittens tonight! I got fast tracked to acceptance because I want to take in bottle babies. I have to do two virtual training sessions, the first is tonight. C:

Also knowing I'm going to have a foster soon is lifting my spirits so much, and so preparing for fostering is a good distraction from the pain pill issue.