Here Kitty Kitty
I am completely comfortable with dogs, puppies and full grown cats but this was uncharted territory. I've never bottle fed a kitten before but I was willing to try. Fortunately another neighbor who looked after many of the feral cats brought me a bottle and some spare kitten milk that got us through the first night. I bathed her in an attempt to remove the flea infestation. The kitten was eating, but barely and seemed to lack energy. After a couple days I made the decision to take her to the vet.
Zella, named after my grandmother, ended up getting subcutaneous fluids, a kitten safe flea treatment, and a little acupuncture. She weighed in at a whopping nine ounces. When I picked her up later in the day she had a little more energy but she was still not out of the woods and struggled to eat. By this time I was attached and really hoped she would make it. I sought the advice of friends online and they offered great suggestions for caring for her, namely feeding her something really stinky. That seemed to do the trick.
Well I am happy to report that she is now eating a combination of jarred baby food meat, tuna and a gel specially formulated to provide kittens with extra calories. She uses the litter box like a champ and our Shih Tzu Cooper has become quite attached to her. It looks like she will be staying with us for good. I forgot how much fun a kitten can be!