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                <title><![CDATA[My First Cat as an adult Gillian Lisette  Part II - @gail-j-hall]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Gillian was very young when she had her first litter, only about 7 months old.I had been letting her out in the yard for awhile, never dreaming she might get pregnant! I never had much extra money though, or I certainly would have gotten her spayed.Over the years, she had 42 babies! I get ashamed when I think of that now, and every "baby" I have had since, I have gotten spayed or neutered first off, no matter what I have to put off paying, so they are safe and healthy.When I got married, after several years I had a baby of my own. Gillian became his *volunteer nanny*. She would lay by him when he was sleeping, and the minute he started tostir, she was out after me, meowing and patting me on the leg or foot, telling me to "Get in there and take care of your baby!"Again after several years, I got divorced. It was extremely hard on me and I cried often and a lot. Gillian would get on my lap, stretch up and put both paws around my neck, rubbing her face on mine, licking off tears, and making little noises like she was comforting me. It was a comfort, too, having something truly love you that much!Whenever she had kittens, I would have to sit there with her the whole time, no matter how tired I got. Then she and all the babies would have to be in bed with me to sleep afterward.She was the best little Mother, and took such good care of her babies. But I found out, it didn't have to be *only her babies*, she would mother anything!A friend had a Teacup Poodle that died having one puppy. It was a teeny little squirmy thing and obviously needed to be fed. Gillian had babies at the time, luckily, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to see if she could help. Sure enough, she heard the baby noises, saw the tiny thing and scooted it right up with the others and let it nurse its fill! It worked out perfectly fine and she weaned it at six or seven weeks and it went home with the lady who'd lost the mother during the birth.Another time Gillian had babies, they all died. I don't know why, andshe was so upset. She just cried and cried, then she ran outside. She ran in and out 3 or 4 times before going back to where she had her babies. I was worried about her, so I went to check on her and she was stretched out, purring her head off and NURSING BABIES!!I didn't know what to think! I picked one up to see it and Oh My Goodness............it was a baby RABBIT! Somewhere outside she had found and kidnapped 3 baby bunnies. (or catnapped maybe).They lived in the house for about 6 months. I often wondered if she thought "they run kind of funny". She even taught them how to use the cat box! I finally let them go in the field behind the house though. I didn't want a gazillion baby rabbits running around, and I figured they probably bred about that age.I did find homes for her kids though, unless I decided to keep one, which I did, twice.One summer, each of the cats had kittens, all about two weeks apart, so I had 3 moms nursing 13 kittens, out in thesun on the patio. It was hilarious to watch though because none of the moms cared about which kittens were nursing, so sometimes they would have all different sizes of babies hanging on them.My huge male German Shepard LOVED kittens! He was always sneaking up and stealing them, but he would take them into the shed and block the door and let them walk and climb all over him, and try to give them baths! It was really funny and silly! This dog, on his hind legs, was a head and shoulders taller than ME, and weighed about 140 pounds!OK. I guess there will be a Part III, this is getting long again. Come back.]]></description>
                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 05:03:09 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[My First Cat as an Adult - Gillian Lissette - @gail-j-hall]]></title>
                <link>https://thenewstalkers.com/gail-j-hall/blog/116/my-first-cat-as-an-adult-gillian-lissette</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[ My boyfriend worked in an alfalfa field and grinder for natural vitamins, so he was always covered with a fine powder that was hard as heck to get rid of and he had to take off his work clothes before coming in the house.  Then I would go get them to wash, always cleaning out the pockets first.  So one day, I'm going through his pockets and there's something *furry* in the pocket! Couldn't ask him what it was because he was in the shower with the door locked.  Gathering my courage, I reached back in and grasped the furry thing to remove it from the pocket.  OMG! It was a teensy-tiny kitten! Not even as big as a pack of cigarettes hardly! It was all black, it's eyes weren't even open. I felt it couldn't be more than 24 hours old, and either starving near death, or in shock.  So I put it in a baby blanket to warm up, inside my shirt and found a medicine dropper, that I sterilized as best I could. Put a little milk on the stove to warm and tried to get the kitten to respond.  Finally, it started stirring around inside the blanket and I heard the tiniest little whimper ever, guess it was trying to meow. So I opened it's tiny little mouth and put the tip of the dropper in and squeezed out a little drop of milk.  It choked and sneezed and I wondered what the heck I could do next. Tried a little more milk, this time it swallowed and started squirming around trying to find more. I fed it about 1/2 a teaspoonful, and it's little tummy felt hard and round.  Next, I decided to wash it off, it was covered with all the ground alfalfa powder. As I washed it's little behind, it urinated, so I realized it would need some stimulation to have any evacuation.  That was the first day and evening, and I was discovering a whole new addiction, trying to keep this little thing alive. I had cats all my life but was never intimately involved in the biology and raising before.  My boyfriend laughed when I told him how the fur in his pocket freaked me out. He said there were three babies in the field and no Mother, so he and two friends each took one home.  Next day, I talked to a vet, he told me about using a mild boric acid mixed with warm water dabbed on when it started trying to open it's eyes so they wouldn't get infected.  I hadn't worried about it's sex or named it because I didn't want to get too attached only to lose it, but after a week or so, it was too late. I was in love and the kitten was firmly planted in my heart!  *IT* was a girl, and I named her Gillian Lissette because she was so tiny and feminine-feeling. I was definitely MOMMY and whenever she couldn't see me, she would cry and panic, and when I picked her up she would immediately climb up under my hair to my neck and *nest*, purring and sighing happily.  Time went by and she grew andblossomed. She would look at me so lovinglyand trustfully with startlinglyGreen eyes, like emeralds.  The first time she *went into heat*, I didn't know what that was either, we both learned though, when she started putting on weight and had a little barrel for a tummy. Her labor started and she panicked again and I had to be with her every minute while she was having her babies! It took several hours actually, from about midnight to 6 a.m. We were both worn out, so all of us were in bed!  This is really long, so it will be part I. Part 2 will be later today, probably.   ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 17:10:01 -0500</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[I'm still lost! - @gail-j-hall]]></title>
                <link>https://thenewstalkers.com/gail-j-hall/blog/104/im-still-lost</link>
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                <description><![CDATA[I'm really trying hard to figure this stuff out and I'm not being too successful!I'm totally computer illiterate except for a few things, like how to turn on my computer, check wires, go to MSN which is my home page, and before, to get to NV.Now here, at *New Stalkers* LOL, I've left a couple comments, but they aren't there when I go back.??????Maybe someone will read this and give me the Magic Secret?I have missed visiting with friends. It's been awhile, but I was used to how NV worked, until they changed to Beta, then I couldn't figure out how to stay on.Actually, I just *fell into* NV by accident, don't ask me how, and was able to write and seed immediately. I didn't even have to start in the Greenhouse.I'm so thankful I was invited to be here, seeing so many of my NV Friends is awesome!Hello Kavika, Bitey, Fletch, Timelord, Dowser, Phoebefeline, etc., and Perrie for starting this. If I can figure out how things work, I'm here for the Long Haul!I want to make comments, add a pic, put pics in my articles and all the rest. I hope this will serve as a HELP signal (kind of like the Batman) LOLPlease leave helpful comments, K?Love you all, and I have missed all terribly! ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2013 18:18:02 -0500</pubDate>
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