05/29/2026
“Mom said we were old enough to be independent…”
Hi everyone, it’s Clayton and Carly here!
At the beginning of May, we came to the shelter with our mom, Camilla. It didn’t take long for everyone to notice that mom had officially decided her parenting days were OVER. Apparently we were “old enough” to be weaned and she was more than ready for some well-deserved “mom time.”
Honestly? We were perfectly fine with that arrangement. We thought we were basically adults already. We couldn’t WAIT to head to foster care without mom supervising our every move.
And life was AMAZING.
We stayed up late…
We wrestled nonstop…
We zoomed around like tiny maniacs…
And we got to do whatever we wanted without mom telling us “no.”
Everything was going great until our tummies started feeling a little off.
At first, we just weren’t eating as much. Then came the tummy troubles… loose stool… and eventually diarrhea. Even worse, we started losing weight. The strange part? Our energy NEVER slowed down. The medical team kept trying to tell us to “take it easy,” but we had important climbing, jumping, and chaos-making responsibilities.
The clinic team jumped into action quickly. They ran a Panleukopenia test that thankfully came back NEGATIVE along with several other tests. Then they started us on a whole combination of dewormers to treat parasites and protozoa like coccidia.
We also got subcutaneous fluids and Vitamin B12 injections… which, for the record, were RUDE and completely unnecessary in our professional opinion.
But then something magical happened…
THEY OFFERED US DIFFERENT FOOD.
Friends… we attacked those bowls like we had never eaten before in our lives.
The shelter kept us for a few days to monitor us closely, and slowly but surely we started improving. We began gaining weight, eating like little piggies, and somehow our energy level became EVEN HIGHER.
Soon we were climbing all over our kennel like Tarzan and Jane swinging through the jungle. The staff barely opened the door before one of us was scaling the walls or trying to launch onto their shoulders.
Now we’re back with our foster family continuing to grow strong while we wait for our surgery dates and eventually our new homes.
The medical team has worked so hard to help us feel better, but all those tests, medications, fluids, special food, and treatments add up quickly. Donations help kittens like us get the care we need when our tiny bodies decide to cause big problems.
If you’d like to help little gymnast kittens like us continue to receive amazing care, please consider donating to the shelter today!