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.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Not outta the woods yet...
When I got home this afternoon, there was a huge wet vomit spot on my sweat jacket that Robyn had decided to claim as her favorite place to sleep. Mostly water, but she was drinking water when I left this morning, and perhaps she over loaded on it. She ate a lot for breakfast, the only real solid food she has had since Sunday afternoon. She is still lethargic, but still manages to get excited when she sees Bentley. I got 10mls of fluid in her this afternoon without much of a struggle.Gonna give some more tonight. As long as she is trying, I will try.
Still have not seen a BM, so I think that might be good news. Hopefully she will be feeling better tomorrow morning.
I am feeling guilty that the others have not gotten as much attention as they should be getting since Robyn is taking up so much of my time. I will take the bottle of Metro back downstairs, and come back up and play with them for a while before I hit the hay.
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