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I am so very sorry to report that last evening, Millie – the little gray and white kitten – passed away.
I’m sad to admit that I wasn’t really surprised. I’ve been tube feeding her every two hours since late Sunday. She’d been “off” since she was born, and though they looked her over at the vet’s office when Lilia and the kittens were there on Monday, there was nothing outwardly wrong with her. There’s a limit to what they can do with 3-ounce kitten to figure out what’s wrong; I thought (hoped) that if I kept her fed and pottied, she’d eventually figure out how to nurse. By yesterday morning she was markedly weaker and though I kept up the feeding at the same pace and amount, she started losing weight.
I went in to bring her to the kitchen for her feeding around 8, and found her gone. When I picked her up Lilia sniffed her, licked her, and then turned back to the other kittens.
(I am not worried about the other kittens; they are all gaining weight at the perfect rate – 10+ grams per day – and are wiggly and active. Lilia is keeping them well fed.)
We buried her near Natalie.
On the way to one of her many tube feedings.
I wish I had taken more pictures of her.
(I apologize if any of this doesn’t make sense – I’m going on very little sleep right now. I also apologize that this is coming out of the blue to y’all – I didn’t mention that Millie was having issues, because I hoped very much that it would be temporary and she’d end up pulling through.)
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky) yesterday.
You’re ding dang right Sebastian’s still getting a bottle every morning. Does he NEED it? Nope. Do I? Kinda! It’s a very low-pressure way to get a few moments of pure happiness every morning. If he drinks it? Great! If he doesn’t? That’s fine too! Not like he’s going to starve to death, he’s eating solid food just fine. At this point the formula is so watered down that it probably only has the barest hint of formula flavor. I sure do like to see those ears wiggle. (He’s 10 weeks old.)
Say hello to the Alphabet Soup Gang – girls Millie (gray and white) and Patsy (all black), and boys Nolan (black with white paws, chin and belly) and Owen (all black.) (Owen and Patsy will be getting the tiniest dabs of fingernail polish on their ears so I can tell them apart without having to pick them up and check their back ends.)
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There’s a whole lot of wiggling at the milk bar today.
Benji’s all “Don’t look, Ethel!” I love when the morning sun shines through the back window of the foster room, hits Natalie’s suncatcher, and throws rainbows all over walls.
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BOOP! (Sebastian)
Alphabet Soup in a pie plate? Very fancy! (Also, my favorite.)
Good night innernets. (Benji)
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Previously
2024: “I was NOT trying to break into your computer to order more Churu and toys, lady, but what was your PIN again? I’m sure you told me.”
2023: Wren’s the star of Whiskers Gone Wild.
2022: No entry.
2021: No entry.
2020: Some day Benjamin’s gonna get that ceiling fan pull; his brothers are cheering him on.
2019: (Apparently I interrupted an important Mama-NotTheMama conversation.)
2018: Casual pose to ever-so-casually show off those toes.
2017: “Haaave ya met my slappin’ paw?” asks Ressler.
2016: “Look at my toes, innernets. LOOK AT THEM. Aren’t they fabulous?”
2015: “Oh MY. ABNER!”
2014: Throw Back Thursday: Hydrox.
2013: “Toe-dor!”
2012: “Who, me? Sitting here to knock the little brat off the steps if he tries to come up? I’d NEVER!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Guess what sometimes happens when kittens ride in a car for the first time, and they are very scared?
2007: “You may NOT touch the belleh!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.