Pumpkin, the littlest orange girl out of Aurora’s litter isn’t doing well. After her vet visit yesterday, the thought is she lacks the capacity to digest food efficiently. It wasn’t Aurora’s milk that had soured, it was the lack of enzymes in this little one’s body to do its job and aid in digestion.

It could be a congenital defect, or she might outgrow it. She is the smallest of all of them and although some would separate her from her littermates, I am going to leave her with them. She has some fight left in her and until she shows me otherwise- we will continue to fight with her and for her.

When you pick her up, she feels flaccid in your arms. I have been giving her fluids and she is good to go for 20 minutes then she is flat again. We prayed over her last night, and this morning, I was thrilled to see her poop and not much of the curdled stuff is coming out now. I have her on wet kitten food (purina) I can’t find it locally here- most stores only carry fancy feast kitten- but that has a lot of milk in it and she can’t process it.

She’s such a tiny one- this orangeness that brightens our days. I told her she can’t go on my watch, I won’t allow it!

Jetta and Sunday are recovering nicely from their spay. I was worried about Jetta when I got home because it was almost as if she was hallucinating or something. I know they don’t use ketamine anymore (nasty drug for kittens at least) They use a new drug now. But this morning, she is back to her old self and last night, she curled up under Mike’s beard and went to sleep. They are recovering, but after being presented with the balance of our vet bill- I need to GO into recovery!   I told the girl I would once again pay it off as I can- I just got the darn thing paid down too. I told them I want my own parking spot!

When I go into the kitten room, they must think I am a tree. They all try to climb up my legs to come and see me and get snuggle time. Last night, I was so exhausted, I went in there in my pj’s! Won’t make that mistake again. My legs are full of holes. When I sit on the floor, they jump on my back and shoulders. I need 7 more arms to help me out here. But, they are all (except for Pumpkin) healthy and vibrant. I’m still on alert though because they are that age when anything can happen and often does.