The last few days have been pretty depressing.  Saturday Misty gave birth, which was great.  She had 5 kittens, the first one was stillborn the rest all survived and were doing well.  We were all elated and thought everything went really well.  Unfortunately that didn’t last and when I woke Monday morning one of the kittens had passed away.  We figured that was pretty normal and the other guys seemed happy and eating so we just chalked it up.  Then last night my nephew, who was over for a few days, found dead kitten number two.  Sean took him and buried him next to his sibling in our backyard.

We checked on the remaining two and they seemed okay.  We watched as they ate and snuggled with their mama.  This morning I went in and found one of the kittens all curled up and really cold to the touch but he/she was still breathing, barely.  I scooped him up in a small towel and tried to warm him.  He was noticeably smaller then the other guy and I was worried.  Sean rushed him to the vet and they took him immediately and started him on fluids.  I called around 4 this afternoon and they told me the little dude passed away about 30 minutes prior. 

Three baby kittens dead.  That’s just so wrong and heart wrenching.  I think we will keep the very last kitten.  It seems like the right thing to do.  We will love it and care for it and give it the best home we can and he or she will get to be with his/her mama.  And we will be the crazy cat people and after the last three days, I am perfectly okay with that.