It's about to get sentimental in here.
So I was looking at Alana today (Mischa and eKat’s sister) and just talking to her. Or at her however you see it. And I was like “you’re so grown up… Stop growing up on me haha”. But then I had a moment because there was a time when it didn’t look like she would get a chance to grow up.
The kittens were very sick when we first got them. eKat had 3 surgeries before she was 3 months old (she had a life threatening condition- all fixed now) and Mischa and Alana had this eye thing that made them all weepy and Mischa couldn’t open her eye for a few days. All fixed with antibiotics though.
But Alana. Alana stopped eating. And for any cat/kitten owner that’s one of the biggest red flags that something is wrong. I brought these babies to the vet every other day. I’m not even kidding. Alana would have to get fluids, they would check up on eKat, and Mischa was fine, she just went along for the ride. (I vlogged diligently. Check out VlogMyLife around September on WeShouldntSing if you’re interested)
But at home we would have to hand feed Alana. We would take wet kitten food, put it on a tongue depressor, and spoon it into her mouth. She was very adamant about spitting it out, so it was very important to make sure she chewed and swallowed.
We hand fed her for over a week. 3 times a day. We never gave up hope that she would get better, but it was still scary. She was tiny enough that we could hold her in one hand.
So I look at her, now 10 months later, healthy, grown up, and it realize I do want her grown up. Because for so long I was afraid she would never get the chance.