One of our foster kittens, Amelia, isn't doing well. She's had diarrhea for a few days now, and when the shelter's vet looked at her yesterday, she didn't have a good prognosis for her. Amelia's intestines are very full, which probably means there's something blocking the natural process, which is probably a tumor. If this is the case, then little Amelia probably isn't going to make it. We have her on a low dose of prednisone with hopes that it will bring down intestinal swelling. I imagine that we'll know in a couple of days if that is working or not.
So keep your fingers crossed for her. She's so small and frail looking after even just a few days, and it breaks my heart. If her siblings weren't doing so well, I'd feel like a failure as a foster parent. (I know, logically, that it isn't my fault. That doesn't make it any easier to swallow that I might not be able to help her.) But we're going to try. Our ray of hope is that she is alert, curious, eager to interact with her environment, and is eating and drinking. Jeff said it best yesterday when he said that as long as she was willing to fight, we were willing to do whatever we can to help her.
The other foster kittens are probably going back to the shelter as soon as I can get them in for spaying and neutering. I haven't had them weighed yet, but judging from the past couple of litters I've had come through here, there's no way that they're not two pounds each. And I should add, SO cute and adorable. The whole litter is so affectionate. They're always giving me nose bumps and nose kisses, and all of them have climbed up to nuzzle my face. Even Amelia, as poorly as she is feeling. They should get adopted so quickly.
Something that will please Bit greatly. She is upset that we're spending so much time in the "kitten room." And last night she was furious that I was holding Amelia while I watched t.v. She wants to remind us all that SHE is the princess of this household.
So again, please send good thoughts Amelia's way. And enjoy your Sundays.