So my four-month-old kitten? She isn’t four months old. When I got her, they said she was an eight-week kitten, but they were just guessing. I said she looked more like a twelve-week kitten. She was tiny, but she didn’t have the fuzziness of fur, or the baby face that eight-week kittens have. She was a catling.
I was right.
She’s in heat. Full heat. She’s been driving Tig and me crazy since Thursday.
Take a look at this picture, which I took the day after I got Meimei. Look how fully-developed everything is. No fuzz, no babyish face, nothing but miniature cat.
Feral cats get less nutrition, which would explain the small size.
I was right. The people fostering her were wrong. And boy, I wish I was the one who was wrong, because it’s extremely rare for a four-month-old kitten to go into heat.
Sigh. I hope she comes out of it with enough time for the vet to spay her before the Christmas holiday slows everything down, because I was there before, sixteen years ago, with Gracie–because in those days, I couldn’t afford to get her spayed. She went in and out of heat every two weeks for a couple of months. Oy.