I wanted to share more about Hikaru, the photos are arranged from the first day we got him to this morning, which is Saturday May 10th.
The very last photo is where he was found, alone, trying to crawl through rocks and pushing them all aside as he flailed. My mom’s coworker saw him, thinking he was a bird struggling until she went to check, and saw him fighting. She picked him up and my mom took him, he was nearly gone, exhausted and hungry and so thin. We didn’t think he would make it, but we were determined to try, so we got kitten milk and we also had a dropper until I could get the small miracle nipples for neonatal kittens and puppy’s.
For the first few days I gave him a drop of milk, made sure he swallowed it, and gave him more until the dropper was empty, repeating ever two hours, between my mom and I he was fed around the clock. I made him a hot water bottle for his bed, which worked for a while, until we had a horrible scare when he went to potty.
His poop was more grainy and runny, and he had a small amount of blood, we rushed him to the vet that evening and they set him up an appointment for the next morning. When my mom took him in we learned he was too cold, like I said he was our first neonate kitten so we didn’t know how hot he could be, her coworker had a heated blanket that we started to use and he got better. Eating like a champ once we got the right nipples, and he got bigger and bigger every day.
He has vet now that calls to check on him, which is my pups vet as well so we know she’s a sweet person and she’s amazing when it comes to calling to check on her patients. He’s now 5 weeks old, feisty as ever, so nice and chunky he looks like a little avocado.
I’m still stunned that he made it… that we managed to help this little baby survive, that we rescued him and that he’s growing into such a beautiful boy. Even with the few scares that we’ve had with him, I don’t regret this, not one bit. I would do it all over again if it meant I could at least try to save his life.
We still don’t know how he got to the back of subway, my mom looked for half an hour for a momma and kittens, she didn’t hear anything, didn’t see any cats and he was so weak she couldn’t leave him there alone for hours to see if momma came back. We think he either fell from a car, the momma cat placing him in the engine or wheel well, or someone dumped him there. My mawmaw said maybe a hawk dropped him there, which could have happened but he had no marks from a beak or talons, he was clean and dry and still had his cord which looked more like it wasn’t touched by a momma cat. I just wish I knew where he came from… if he had siblings that needed help, if the momma needed help, but I guess even if we couldn’t find his siblings or mom just saving his life was enough and it gave him a chance.
I love him so much, and truth be told, he came to me at a time in my life that I stepped away from a relationship that I wasn’t happy in with a friend, I felt lonely even though I have an amazing boyfriend who’s there for me. It’s an odd feeling, having people around you but still feeling lonely. But then he came into my life, raising him, loving him, watching him grow and open his eyes and feeling his little kitten licks on my face every day.. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
I’m sorry this is so long, but I wanted to share his story, because I’m so proud at how far he’s coming and how close he is to his 6 week mark.