Monkey-Butt Prospers

Monkey-Butt: The Tiny Fighter

Monkey-Butt came into my life as a fragile little miracle. Just 10 to 14 days old, he was barely bigger than my hand—eyes still adjusting to the world, body delicate and uncertain. I knew he needed help, and fast. I grabbed a bottle and kitten formula without hesitation and began the exhausting but rewarding journey of bottle-feeding him every 2 to 3 hours, day and night.

Sleep became a luxury. My days blurred into nights, and my nights into groggy dawns. But Monkey-Butt nursed like a champ. He grew stronger with each feeding, his tiny paws stretching wider, his mews growing louder. Watching him thrive made every sleepless hour worth it.

Now, at 7 weeks old, Monkey-Butt is a whole new kitten. He’s graduated to canned and dry food, and his energy is boundless. He zooms around the house, tumbling over toys, chasing shadows, and playing with the older cats like he’s always belonged. His cuteness is off the charts—those bright eyes, that mischievous bounce, and the way he curls up in the crook of my arm when he’s finally tired out.

Monkey-Butt may have started small, but his spirit is mighty. He’s not just a kitten—I think he’s a little superhero in fur.