When Lucy was barely four weeks old, her mother, Mrs. Rachael Littleface, moved her kittens. But, she left little Lucy by my front door. I kept watching, waiting for Rachael to come back. Lucy was in bad shape; eyes glued shut, nose completely clogged by mucus. After about an hour, Rachael came back, looked at Lucy, then looked me right in the eyes for a long moment...and then turned and walked away. I figured she was telling me, "She's sick and I can't heal her. I know you can...take her." So I did. This isn't the first time a feral mother has brought her kitten to me for help.
I brought Lucy inside, cleaned her up and then took her to the vet. They said she had both a viral infection and a bacterial infection and was dehydrated. They kept her overnight. It was so, SO hard to leave her there, but I knew they'd take good care of her. The next day, I brought her home and she was on various meds for a couple of weeks. (That's her dad's hand by her above).
Her appetite was good, and by six weeks old she was playing happily with her favorite toys in the kitchen.
But, Lucy was a bit of an angry little girl at first. She would bite and sometimes scratch when I would try to hold her. After a few days of this, I figured out she didn't like being held, but if I would sit down and put her on my lap, she would tolerate being petted.
Eventually I noticed she would sit up when she wanted me to put her on my lap. Progress! I still had to be careful and watch her body language for clues to her mood. When her tail started twitching at its very end, I knew I would have to put her down on the floor quickly or she would turn on me.
When she was old enough (eight weeks) to meet her siblings (that's Max, who adores her), I think she figured out that human moms are not for playing roughly with...
But to be loved. And she knows I love her...and that my lap is the most comfortable place to sleep! I think the smile on her face says it all...