Whatever this virus is it is quickly moving through the group. The only cats not affected so far are Squirrel and Riley (my two barn cats) Guinevere and Fiona who are isolated in our bedroom, Mercedes because she is a pariah and she hides from all the other cats and Dash and Chappy who rarely are seen in the house. So the virus thrives in warm environments and cannot (apparently) live long outdoors as the enclosure kitties are healthy and strong.

Ringworm abounds, taking advantage of crashing immune systems, two of the older cats and all the kittens have it now. I hope I don’t get it, because if I do, I won’t be able to work.

Dr. Vicki ordered zithomax for everyone. Mike gasped at the cost (it was a big bottle) but as I told him, it is half of what I would have paid if I ran every sick kitten to the vet at one time, so he quieted down after that. I wrote up a Kitty Sick Call List and each cat gets dosed once a day. I have battle marks on my wrist and hand from “medication time” and Lake, the littlest gray mackeral tabby kitten (the next one I feel might be departing) was instrumental in inflicting most of them. He won’t eat, he spits out water and giving him supportive fluids- holy smokes, he screams to the heavens! I called a friend of mine who is a vet tech after Lake screamed when I poked him and she came by to give him fluids- but got the same results, which is weird, because they do generally struggle, some do meow- but I have never heard them scream. Neither has Hailey when I asked her,s o I do suspect that Lake is only here on borrowed time.

Charlie is scampering around upstairs! His sneezing has stopped, he doesn’t sound like a Maytag washing machine and he is eating. He has exhausted all nine of his lives by now and I am grateful God didn’t call him home.