Quite unexpectedly today, Thatcher began to crash. He was laying on the top of the cage when I went in to feed the babies, and his head was drooped over at a strange angle. At first I thought he was gone and I rushed over to scoop him up. He was so cold and he started to tremble. His temperature was 95.7 way to low for any kitten. I gave him a combination of Karo syrup and warm coffee and a few minutes later he revived, his temperature went into normal range and he was just fine. He had become hyperglycemic. On the last check, he was snuggled down with Sawyer and resting quietly.