Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The next morning I noticed that one of them didn’t want to eat. By that afternoon it was gone. But, I tried to look on the bright side; I still had two little ones to save. So, I continued to feed them, make them use the bathroom (which is something the mother usually does) and gave them all the warmth and love that I could.
But, I kept my chin up and kept on trying to save the last kitten. After all, it was the one calling out for our help that we heard that night. I continued to feed it around the clock and played like I was its mommy. It cried a lot knowing that it was the only one left inside that great big warm tote, but it continued to grow stronger standing on all fours and wobbling all around. It had a hearty appetite putting down 7 1/2 cc’s. With a growing belly and an even louder cry it made it through another day.
Now, at three days old, this one little tiny kitten who calls me mommy now, has a real chance of making it. It’s eating, crying, growing and even purring when I hold it close and pet it. If this little one does in fact make it, I plan to name it “Lucky” because it truly is.
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