Last October, I went to the barn and heard a very familiar sound – kittens crying. After an intense search, I found the four babies, premature and abandoned, and spent the next eight weeks saving them. Only two survived: Maximus Imperius, and Tiny.
They were so small for the first three weeks that they had to be fed with an eyedropper. To give you some idea how small they were, the basket they’re in here is only 5″ wide and 6.5″ long! I sneaked them into my office every day, until they were able to go 3-4 hours between feedings.
Finally, they started to get bigger, and more rambunctious. Tiny learned to ride on my shoulder. Maximus started doing Gene Simmons impersonations.
Today, The Fiends are STILL itty-bitty kitties, even though they’re 9 months old and basically fully grown, Maximus has topped out at nearly five pounds, and Tiny is holding strong at 3 pounds. Maximus is scary-smart, and his new favorite trick is to jump into the freezer when I’m not looking. I have no idea why. Though they do like their ‘alone time’ now, they still share a bond that makes them inseparable.