This is Butterscotch and her newborn kittens. We got a call yesterday for emergency feline fostering. If they couldn’t find fosters, this lovely baby and her kittens, plus others, would be euthanized. We agreed to take Butterscotch (my name for her) and the babies, figuring Momma Cat would do all the work. No bottle feeding every three hours, just feed Momma and make sure things are kept clean and neat. No bottle feeding means less chance of the uber bonding that always happens when I feed the babies every few hours and they look at me as their mom. Butterscotch, on the other hand, is about as sweet and loving as a rescue cat could be. We have them in a warm, cozy cage in the garage (the warmest room in our house). It’s kept shut so Butterscotch won’t up and move the kittens to some nook or cranny where we can’t get to them. But I’ve already let her out to roam a few times (supervised) and it’s so cute to watch – she’ll come out and let me pet her, then go back into the kittens. Then back out again for pets and a little exploration…then back in. She went to the far end of the garage for a bit; I called to her and she came trotting back, tail and ears perked up, straight to me.
We have them until the kittens are old enough to adopt (two months). Then they go up for adoption via the cat rescue organization involved. They are supposed to pay for all vet bills in the interim. My only caveat is if the cats are supposed to go into a shelter environment during the adoption procedure. I can’t stand the thought of giving them love and a comfy place and a place to play (we’ll be moving them when the kittens are old enough to start playing and need more room) only to back into steel cages full time. So we’ll see.
But in the meantime, all of the fun of watching kittens and none of the work of bottle-feeding!