Well, it is official. Not Timmy! And the short run of calling her Tootsie Roll (color and movement style combined) did not last. We have hit upon and decided to hold firm with the name Munchkin. It suits her well.
Kelsey, my apologies if we have chosen the true name for Milton with this call.
And she is doing well, or at least better. She is gaining strength. She is getting mothering from Neko. And now she has help from Big Brother, BB for short. We have enlisted Munchkin’s brother from the wood pile to aid in her recovery. BB sleeps with Munchkin and helps keep her clean. BB still is not sure where Neko fits in and spends some time trying to protect Munchkin from this evil K-nine interloper, but I think Neko is starting to grow on BB.
BB also helps Munchkin move. Last night we went out and left the two cats on their own for just a short while. We were stunned to come home and find them gone. We looked everywhere to no avail. We then discovered that our kitchen cabinets hold the same hidden salvation as the ole’ woodpile and the two siblings had to be lured out by food.
Munchkin still is not walking. But she does seem to be able to sit better, lunge further and her head is getting much steadier as she eats. A bout of diarrhea gave us some worries over the weekend, but organic squash baby food seemed to do the trick of stabilizing her stool. Now if we could just do a better job of figuring out the timing of these eruptions, we might be able to start getting her to use the cat box.
Deep down I have a very good feeling that the ghost of Buddy is watching and doing all he can to aid the survival of this tough little Munchkin as she struggles to hold on to her grip is this world.
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She may never walk normally, but she is getting to be an excellent climber. If we can get her to climb into the litter box, we'll be home free.
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