Little Precious

The last Friday of January, we got a new kitten. A 5wk. old Domestic Short-Haired and Munchkin mix. She was adorable. After a few days of having her, my dad gave her a name. "Precious" because she was precious. All she wanted was to be held. She would climb up my leg till I picked her up. Then she would climb up to my neck and cuddle....shortly after, she would fall asleep. She was a cuddler. All she wanted was to be petted, held, and fed. Little Precious became my Little Princess.

I already have a kitty named Tinker. When the new arrival came, she was hissing and snarling because a cute tiny kitten was invading "her" territory. After about 2 days, Tinker became the watch-cat. She would follow Precious around and stop to sniff her once in a while.

Then things turned for the worse.....

Tuesday, Tinker stayed near Precious' box. She began to play with the edge of the box, scratching, chewing and pawing. She then got behind the box and started to push it. She pushed the box halfway to the fridge, stopped, got on her hind legs, and looked in the box. Once satisfied, she pushed the box till it touched the fridge.

This was interpreted as, Tinker knew something was wrong with Precious and tried to get her out as Precious' mom would most likely do.

Precious was not properly weaned. She was taken from her mommy to soon. At 5wks, she was not prepared to take on life by herself. We couldn't help her. That day, she stopped drinking and eating. My mom and dad gave her some medicine that night only to find out nothing would work.

That night, Febuary 2th, we lost Precious. Most likely because she wasn't weaned and needed her mommy and her mommy's milk.

Precious is now at Rainbow Bridge. We will miss her but I know she is happy and healthy now that she crossed Rainbow Bridge.