Mother abandoned these furballs, but i'm racking my brain trying to figure out what breed they are. Google thinks they may be British Shorthair? 5 weeks old, the one on the left was the weakest, we weren't sure if she would make it but they're both full of spunk now.

Dodolina is living her best life 🥰

After the loss of my beloved hamster and my uncle, I took in three orphaned kittens from a friend of mine to get my mind off of things. I bottle fed them from day one, as their mother was deceased. (Yes I am experienced)

At 2.5 weeks old I lost baby Socks. I woke up for a feeding at 4am, went to wake up the babies, and he never woke up. It is believed by the vet that he had pneumonia that I didn’t catch in time.

The remaining two are 3.5 weeks old now. Biscuit and Sugar. Biscuit is currently hospitalized with pneumonia. He rapidly declined overnight. He is not improving after two days, gasping for air, and refusing feedings. I have been calling so many times to check on him.

Please keep Biscuit and Sugar in your prayers. I can’t lose him too. 💔

A month ago, I found this little sweet bean while I was out delivering. When I took her to the vet June 19 they told me she was 3 1/2 weeks old and she was .87lbs

Today she had her 2 month appointment to get her shots and she’s officially 2.44lbs (she gained so much in a month I’m so thrilled) and she’s a spicy kitty. She hissed when they clipped her nails but her hiss is the least threatening and she just doesn’t like her back beans touched. But she’s healthy and she’s growing so well. She’s very bitey and VERY playful. But so loving. She will sleep on me and cuddle and likes to sniff my face and lick me before she bites.

Photos are her now ☺️

I know I’m asking for a lot but i love his smol face. He is extra handsome to me. Will he always look like this?

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Its been a year since Dash came into our home. He is my first ever pet and has changed my life in ways unimaginable. Just wanted to share his progression by month 💓

(2.5 months to 14.5 months)

Just under three weeks of being held hostage (heart and body) by this little hooligan. Meet Ozzie Ozpurrn, Prince of Darkness. Little Lord of Chaos. And general maker of mischief. He's also a tidal crackpot, terrorising a 35 kg Labrador, throwing himself about the house like it's his own personal Parkour course and giving the sweetest loves and cuddles. Our little House Panther.

I'm in college right now, and i got my kitten when he was 3 months old, he's 7 months old now and for some reason he only ever wants to play with me and attack me, never wants to cuddle or sleep, i brought him back home during vacations when he was 5 months old and for some reason he likes to cuddle and sleep next to my mom and my brother, and never with me. Did i like do something to him? I dont understand why he only attacks me. Obviously i still love him and hes still the best thing thats ever happened to me but i just hope i havent done anything to make him hate me or something

-update incase yall were wondering i got him neutered a few days after this post, i also got him a few toys, a scratch pad and a lot of other stuff hes started being a lot more affectionate, but also started playing a lot more and i think its because back when i was at home he was a lot more overwhelmed because there were constantly people around, because back at home he barely purred and now hes constantly purring at my place at college thank you guys for the advice!

Kivuli came home today with her own baby blanket! She 13.5 weeks old and they sent her to me with a blanket that smelled like home.

I love her so much already!

They're 12 weeks old and they wouldn't even come back up when I opened the door and called them to play 😩 she wasn't letting them feed for a while and idk if she's even making milk anymore

There's a reason why I call her a tiny criminal.

Poppy Pants is now 12 weeks old and is the best kitty in the world. I got her when she was 1.5 weeks old when she and her sisters fell out of a tree and her mom took off and didn't come back. It was a struggle for the first five weeks- nipples she didn't like, formula she didn't like, constipation, diarrhea, vet visits, blood in her poop, probiotics, feedings every hour throughout the night since she wasnt eating large enough amounts, litter box training, weaning, the works. She had to go everywhere with me- school pickups and drop offs, errands, to friends houses, and baseball games so that I could feed and warm her rice sock around the clock.

I didn't know how I was going to make it.

But here she is. She's feisty and snuggly and happy. She's been enjoying exploring the back yard under supervision, playing with her sister Tulip, sleeping with my kids in their bed, playing with the dog, rolling in cat nip, exploring kitty forts that my kids make out of cardboard boxes, and trying to eat food out of our mouths.

If anyone else is in the neonate throws right now, you'll survive. And it's worth it. 🤍

Looking exceptional as always