I woke up about an hour ago tothe sound that I am beginning to dread…one of a kitten throwing up. Olive was in the middle of the living room rug hurling his guts up in the unmistakeable first signs or distemper, the dreaded orange fluid like vomit.

I hustled him into the bedroom and was relieved to see that he did drink water, although it didn’t stay down long. I dropped some pepcid into his drinking water, checked his dehydration level which wasn’t alarming, and removed all the food from the room for 24 hours. Hopefully, this isn’t what I am dreading it is going to turn out to be.

When I walked through the hallway, I observed Phoebe using the litter pan- she has diarrhea, so she is also isolated from the group until I figure out what is actually going on.

Lord, I am tired today. I worked yesterday just a few hours but there is strain in the workplace now with the economy being so poor. We were busy which is good, but there was still unrest there because no one is exactly sure what “changes” are going to happen when corporate comes down next week.

I hope these babies are experiencing parasitic problems or digestive upset, but deep in my gut, I do not believe they are wormy or dealing with bad food. Time will tell- until then I stay in prayer and vigilent that two more won’t be joining their brothers who have already passed this world.