My kittens, Anabel and Sally, were so little when I brought them home. Would you look at those baby blue eyes!
They were still wobbly on their feet and getting over the side of the kitten-sized litter box was a big leap.
I would sit on the floor and play with them. They could just barely jump up on my legs, usually not without claws and climbing. Eventually (after 10 minutes) they would get tired and snuggle in for a nap. When was the last time that you sat cross-legged on the floor for more than 5 minutes? The kitten needle claws were nothing compared to what my hips and back had to say about sitting on the floor so much. Ouch!
I was nervous when I took them to the vet that first week. And he was a little stern with me about having such teeny kittens. You normally would never take kitten from their mother at seven weeks. But they were orphans. The kitten foster lady who had rescued their whole litter (there were seven of them!) did an amazing job at not just keeping them alive but socializing them to be friendly and sweet. She could see that crazy cat lady twinkle in my eyes and knew that I would take good care of them (it probably didn’t hurt that my friend runs the rescue organization that helps her find homes for all of the kittens that she does such a good job of raising).
They were both just barely around 1.5 pounds at that first vet visit, no wonder they seemed to teeny!
I am so happy that I got litter-mates and I feel so lucky that they were so well socialized. They have been friendly and sweet and tolerant from day one. I sure feel some pressure to make sure that they stay that way (so far so good!).