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You also get to enjoy the small but remarkable changes. When did they "grow" ears? When did they start to scramble around a bit on unsteady legs? When did their tails become less stubby? When did they start to be awake more than asleep?
At three weeks, you simultaneously get to try to get them to do two things - go potty by themselves and start to lap formula and soft food off a plate.
This is where the wonders of instinct take over. At exactly three weeks of age, I put them in the litter box. Immediately they started sniffing the litter (NON-clumping, of course until they are ten weeks old as they might try to eat it before that.) Not a day later, they dug at it and "postured" over the little depression they'd created. By three and a half weeks, they were both "litter-box trained."
Lapping at a dish was a little harder for them, but then who wouldn't prefer to be held and bottle-fed? Just position them over the dish, dip your finger in the dish and bring the mixture to their mouths over and over again. Yes, things will get messy. They will "dive" in the dish, step in their gruel, and end up with more food on their faces and coats than in their mouths.
But soon, at about five weeks with these kittens, they refused to "nurse" any more. They finally preferred to eat and drink out of a dish. Or so I thought.
One evening, while the kittens were on my lap (I was busy socializing them, of course), a maternally-minded foster jumped up and immediately "encouraged" them to nurse on her - despite the fact she had been spayed weeks earlier. They were only too glad to comply, kneading and purring away, eyes closed in bliss.
She was just as bliss-filled at being a mom again, so I thought what harm could it do? This went on for several days. I finally noticed how slurpy things were sounding and realized this foster mom was loaded with milk! These kittens (Continued on page 5)
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