In May of 2005, we decided we should try fostering kittens, to ease the pain of the loss of one of our cats. We lost Pepper on a Saturday, and 3 days later, we got a call that there was a litter of 6 orange tabbies that needed a foster home. That was when it all began. The title may make you scratch your head, but I was always amazed at the amount of noise these tiny little kittens can make when they are playing. From the living room, it does indeed sound like we have elephants upstairs.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
More bad news
Well, the vet came to see Robyn today, and she didn't have much good news. They think there is a possibility she has Feline panleukopenia. It's not good, and has a high mortality rate. She is lethargic, and dehydrated, not eating and has bloody stool. (Sorry for all the poop talk, but welcome to my life!)
I am keeping her at least for the night, and we will see how she does before we make any decisions. I am going to really pump her with medication, fluids and basically force feed her to see if we can beat this thing. She seems to feel a bit better after some meds earlier today, and a huge dose of subQ fluids. She has been in my office with me this afternoon, and has been rubbing all over me, climbing up on on my shoulder, purring her head off.
She might not feel good, but she can't get enough of Bentley. Here is how she greeted him this afternoon.
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