Jasper is 18 months old now, still very much a kitten but that might be because I decided to adopt his litter sister when she was 6 weeks old to save her the same fate as their mother and to try and teach Jasper how to be a cat. Jaspers mum was only just about 6 months old when she delivered him, basically plopped him out, took one look freaked out and ran off. She came back the next morning and delivered 2 more. She was just too young and the remaining kitten that I had would have faced the same fate (irresponsible owners, they didn't even want to let my daughter bring Jasper home to try and save him, thought it best left to nature!)
It was extremely hard work the first couple of weeks, have to feed him every 2 hours round the clock, keep him warm (sock filled with rice and warmed thru in the microwave) and toilet him. Vet didn't give him much chance and I didn't relax until he was 6 weeks old and thats when he got his name. I was scared to name him before that as I'd fooled myself that no name meant no attachment lol! He likes most human food, sweet stuff being his favourite, hes a great diet aid...if i have a yoghurt he is climbing all over me until I give him some which usually turns out to be about a third. Quavers - he gets a fair few. I made a monster but hes my monster!
Now you all know why I'm CatCrazy