Meet Rocky, our little RockaPoo, RockaDoddle, RockaRama and many others.
As can be expected, we love our new baby. He’s been through a lot (and so have we). He’s a fighter, a mighty cat, a survivor. Hence his name: Rocky. Because you know, the Survivor song, theme of the movie Rocky.
He’s a bit small for 5 weeks old, but has a ton of oomph in him. He has never learned to suck on a bottle, preferring instead to chew on the nipple to get the milk to come. Lately, he’s simply chewed the nipples off. So, he’s pretty much off the bottle now. It’s a bit early but he’s lapping the milk out of a bowl, which, in turn, is a bit early for a kitten to do. He also uses his litter box and eats wet food out of the can. He’s a big boy. He rocks.
He doesn’t have a litter mate obviously, but Kodi is a great big brother. Whenever we take Rocky out of the playpen, Kodi comes running, and proceeds to annoy him. He knocks him down, paws at him, bites him, wrestles with him, and then gives him a tongue bath… We were a tad concerned when we heard some pitiful meows, but then saw the tiny one attacking his brother’s tail, so it can’t be too bad! We now let Rocky loose in the house for an hour or so, and if we lose sight of him (he’s so fast and tiny and climbs into crevices), all we have to do is look for Kodi, who, inevitably will be staring at that mini fur ball.
He’s the best. He’s simply the best. Better than all the rest…
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