It’s almost the weekend again, so to help us say goodbye to the week we have today’s Star Kits, Bruce Wayne and Anabel. They are 11 weeks old from College Station, Texas.
I rescued Bruce and his sister Annabel when they were 3 weeks old. I had been looking for a grey kitten for months and ran across these two on craigslist. The girl had told me they had been abandoned by the mother and needed a home because she didn’t have the time to care for them. Originally I only planned on taking one but since I work with an animal rescue the girl asked me to take both so I could rehome one. Which I didn’t because I’m a foster failure. Anyway after I had Bruce and Annabel for about a week and a half Bruce got sick. He couldn’t walk, couldn’t see, couldn’t do anything, and felt as if he lost all his body mass. All he could do was mew helplessly. I called my vet right away but they were closed on that Saturday so I took him to another vet in town. They kept him for the day and gave him fluids and sent me home with some anti diarrhea medicine (I’d been fighting of diarrhea since I got them). The vet told me his glucose dropped low but had no explanation for it. Two week s went by and Bruce wasn’t active like his sister and then he got sick again on my 20th birthday. It was worse this time, but luckily my wonderful vet managed to squeeze me in ASAP in between appointments.
The techs took him to the back and about 20 minutes later the vet came into talk to me. She told me it didn’t look like Bruce was gong to make it. She said there was a 10% chance he’d make it. I asked her if he was in any pain and she told me no, that he wasn’t in any immediate pain. I told her about the glucose thing that had happened two weeks prior and she suggested that she take him home and give him an IV for the night. She told me she would call me the next day unless he took a turn for the worse in the night. I gave her my consent to put him down if he was in pain. My wonderful vet then took him home and watched him all night and gave him fluids. She called me the next morning and told me that he seemed to be doing a tad better but he had weird diarrhea so she wanted to keep him longer. I agreed. She kept him for three days total and when I got him back he was half the size of his sister but he behaved like a kitten should. My vet said that she had only see one other kitten in her entire career pull through like he did. She told me he was a fighter. Now Bruce is 11 weeks old, known as the miracle kitten at the vet, and is the happiest creature on the planet. He sleeps on my shoulder every night, play wrestles with his sisters, covers everyone he meets in kisses. He is my little miracle and I wanted to share his story. As I wrote this he was nibbling and suckling on my ear and licking my face. He’s one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received.