Oh my dear sweet Tweedle.. where to start..
Tweedle was also a foster kitten from July/August of 2004, turned permanent resident.. She has always been and will continue to be 'mentally challenged'. I liken her to a down syndrome type person, because she is a little slow learning things, but is the sweetest most pleasant cat you have ever met (well except when she wants you to know something, then she meows at you in the loudest 'caw' type voice that is very grating - but you know it is only because she wants your attention, so you can't be mad)
Twee failed to learn to eat like her siblings did. Normally you put food down in front of a kitten and they start to eat it. Sometimes you have to put a little in their mouth for them to understand. Once they get it though, that's it, no need to go any further, the next meal they've got it. Not Twee. All of her siblings and her mother would be eating, and she's be sitting there screaming about how hungry she was. I would offer her food in my fingers and she would chomp my fingers happily (yes, making me say "OW" all the way) but couldn't make the mental leap from the bits of food in my fingers to the bits of food on the plate. No matter how I tried to convince her, she couldn't do it. I would pick food up off the plate and not move my fingers at all, and she would eat off my fingers, but not the plate. Finally I decided to gently push her snout into the food to help her 'get it'. She didn't understand until I hand moved her head down far enough that food started to seep into her mouth. It took three or four days of doing that for her to 'get it' and do it on her own, the only problem was she had to eat that way for the next month or so... she took a lot of cleaning.
|nom nom nom|
|Twee, food bowls are for eating out of, not sleeping in!|
My husband adored her clueless antics and her sweet sweet personality but he knew we shouldn't keep her because .. well five cats is a lot of cats.. (ha ha ha) but when she went to be neutered, she had such a severe reaction to the anesthesia, that she actually died on the table. The staff was able to bring her back, but her lungs were full of fluids, and we had to wait several weeks before trying again. We actually had a vacation planned at that time, so I had a friend come and take care of the cats and fortunately she was willing to do one more, so we sent the rest of the family off to be adopted and left Twee behind.
As she healed, she became loved - in that 'you aren't just a foster' kind of way. Time came to schedule her neuter again, and this time there were more complications but they were able to get through it. Some more recovery time at the house, and then I brought her to an end of the year event the shelter was holding to see if I could find her a home. A few people nibbled, but no one agreed to adopt her, so I brought her home with every intention of bringing her to the shelter the next day.
Well when I walked in the door, my husband called out "TWEE'S HOME!". I replied is she? and he said yes, she is. I said well then you go adopt her, and make her 'your fault'.. and he happily did.
As she grew, her coat grew faster than she did. Currently it is actually two sizes too big for her body.. which is adorable! You can grab fist fulls of her fur and skin and it easily comes away from her body in almost every spot.
Twee is still very much the baby of the house. When other kittens were added, she could not stand their being called 'the baby' as that was what she was supposed to be called. You could tell she was confused and a little hurt when we did it, so from then on all other kittens are kittens, and Twee is 'the baby'.. I once had an animal communicator 'talk' to her and was told she 'sounds very much like a kitten', even though she is full grown.