Mew Mew Crew

08/21/2026

08/08/2026

Meet the blind litter!
Two of these kittens had to have both of their eyes removed. One had to lose only one. The others have eye issues as well but got to keep them.
To see before pictures head over to The Cat's PawJamas Rescue! She paid for their vetting and is going to get them adopted through her rescue when they are well enough to travel! There is a special pet store up there that allows the kitties to roam in hopes of getting adopted by their customers. So I think that is where a few of these guys will land!
They are so sweet and cuddly! And come running whenever I say “kittens!!!”

08/05/2026

New litter arrived yesterday and let me tell you, nothing is more heartbreaking than seeing a blind cat lose its ball.
Pictures soon!

08/02/2026

Meet the two newest members of the Mew Mew Crew. 💚 Tsunami and Clay

I’ve actually had these little ones for about a week, but I wasn’t ready to introduce them just yet.

I brought them home while Fathom was still alive. After losing Albatross, I was hoping Fathom might have a couple of buddies once everyone was healthy enough to meet and out of quarantine. Sadly, that day never came.

These two have had their own uphill battle.

Because they were orphaned and don’t have a mama to comfort them, they’ve started suckling on each other. Unfortunately, that’s a common behavior in orphaned kittens, but it can cause injuries, so they’ve had to be separated. It’s just another heartbreaking reminder of what happens when kittens have to grow up without their mom.

To make matters worse, they had been consuming each other’s excrement, which left me worried they weren’t going to make it. Their little bellies were swollen, they were vomiting, and their digestive systems were a mess.

But today, I finally feel like I can introduce them.

Their bellies are no longer swollen. We have solid p**p (foster parents know that’s something worth celebrating 😂), the vomiting has stopped, and they’re starting to act like the kittens they were always meant to be.

After everything that’s happened over the last few weeks, seeing two little fighters finally turn a corner feels like a breath of fresh air.

They’re not completely out of the woods yet, but they’re headed in the right direction—and I’ll happily celebrate every little victory along the way.

Now that I finally feel like they have a real chance… I’d love for you all to meet them. ❤️

07/27/2026

Today, we said goodbye to Fathom.

This morning I woke up to find him barely breathing. I rushed him to the shelter, and even though it was her day off, Megan came in without hesitation. She has done this more than once for me. This isn’t the first foster kitten she’s gone above and beyond for, and I don’t think she gets enough credit for the compassion she shows these animals. Thank you, Megan, for always being willing to step in when it’s needed most—even when no one expects you to.

My heart is broken.

In just over two weeks, I watched two tiny kittens fight with everything they had. We celebrated every ounce gained, every meal eaten, every playful moment, every tiny victory. I truly thought Fathom was going to beat the odds.

Instead, today I left the shelter with another empty carrier.

People often tell me they could never foster because it would hurt too much. On days like today, I ask myself the same question.

Why do I keep putting myself through this heartbreak?

The answer is because Fathom deserved someone to fight for him.

He deserved a warm bed instead of a park. He deserved a full belly instead of starvation. He deserved a body that wasn’t ravaged by fleas before he was even old enough to survive on his own. He deserved so much more than the hand he was dealt.

But here’s the part that hurts the most:

None of this had to happen.

If his mother had been spayed or his father neutered, Fathom and Albatross would never have endured the suffering they did. Their lives were shaped by something that was completely preventable.

Spaying and neutering isn’t just about controlling the pet population. It’s about preventing suffering before it ever begins. It’s about keeping kittens from being born only to face starvation, parasites, abandonment, and lives that end far too soon.

So today, I’m grieving. I’m angry. I’m exhausted.

But tomorrow, I’ll probably say yes to another one.

Not because losing them gets easier, it never does, but because as long as people continue to be irresponsible, there will always be another Fathom waiting for someone to give him a chance.

07/25/2026

Look at this little guy!!

Just yesterday, I wasn’t sure he was going to make it. Today? He’s eating the absolute crap out of his baby food, and I couldn’t be happier. In fact, he loves it so much that I’m hoping he’ll eventually agree to go back to eating regular kitten food. 😂

And this video? This is everything.

He’s playing. He’s pouncing. He’s acting like a kitten.

I normally don’t let kittens play with hands because it teaches them that hands are toys, and that’s not a habit I want them taking into their forever homes. Our goal is to raise confident, well-socialized kittens that make wonderful companions.

But today, I’m making an exception.

After watching him spend days as little more than a bump on a log or my favorite description, a twitching magic carpet, seeing him wrestle with my husband’s hand is something I’ll gladly take.

Every playful pounce, every full belly, every burst of energy feels like a huge victory after everything this little guy has been through.

Thank you to everyone who has followed his journey, donated, prayed, and cheered him on. Your encouragement has meant more than you know.

Keep it up, Fathom. We’re all rooting for you. Your brother would be proud!

07/25/2026

Today has been a day of emotional whiplash.

This morning, little Fathom started out strong. I really thought today was going to be the day he turned the corner. But as the hours passed, he got weaker… and weaker. My hope started disappearing right along with his strength.

I reached out to another foster who has a ton more experience than I do. We talked through everything, and she reminded me about baby food. I have no idea why feeding a fading kitten baby food as a last-ditch effort didn’t immediately pop into my head—I almost always keep some on hand!

I also stopped by the shelter to pick up fluids for him. I got him settled back at home, then ran out to grab the baby food.

When I came back… my heart sank.

Fathom looked like he was paralyzed. His back legs weren’t working. He couldn’t hold his head up. When I tried to feed him, he was biting the edge of the bowl, my fingers, even his own toes because he couldn’t figure out where the food was. It was absolute chaos.

I just sat there and cried.

Tomorrow marks two weeks since I looked at these two tiny kittens and told the shelter that all they needed was a little TLC and a chance. After losing Albatross, I was terrified I was about to lose Fathom too.

As a final effort, I called one of my vet tech friends. Based on everything I described, she gently told me the prognosis didn’t sound good and that it might be time to end his suffering.

But before making that decision, I asked her to hop on a video call so she could see him herself.

Well… Fathom had other plans.

The little stinker got up and started walking around, checking everything out like he hadn’t just been lying there a few minutes earlier looking like a twitching magic carpet. 🙄

After watching him, we think his blood sugar had likely crashed. Thankfully, that’s something we can treat.

So tonight, Fathom is still here. ❤️

We’re definitely not out of the woods yet, but for the first time today, I can breathe a little easier.

There are a few things that I think could really help him continue to recover, and I’ll be adding them to our Amazon wishlist. If you’d like to help Fathom on his journey, we’d be incredibly grateful.

Please keep this tiny fighter in your thoughts. He’s proving every single day that he isn’t ready to give up… and neither am I.

07/21/2026

I’m dying 😂🤣😂

07/20/2026

Fathom update. ❤️

So many of you have been asking about Albatross’s brother.

I’m happy to say Fathom is doing well. While he actually had an even worse flea infestation than Albatross, he started out a little bigger and stronger, and I truly believe that’s what has made the difference.

He’s eating well, getting stronger every day, and today he even sported the cutest little milk pâté mustache after breakfast. It’s moments like these that remind me why we keep fighting for them.

The hardest part now is that he misses his brother. He’s constantly crying, looking for him, and it absolutely breaks my heart. They had each other through everything before they came to me, and now he’s learning to navigate the world on his own.

I’m hopeful Fathom will continue to grow stronger and thrive. Every full belly, every nap, every silly little milk mustache is a victory.

Thank you to everyone who has checked in, donated, shared their story, or simply kept these babies in your thoughts. Please continue to root for Fathom.

And in honor of Albatross, I’ll say it again: spay and neuter your pets.