Challenge Accepted

Ironic?

A lady I work with was going to have one of her female cats spayed last week. The night before, she had four kittens. 

True story!

The mother cat neglected to nurse two of the kittens, and they were on the verge of death. Knowing this broke my heart; I had to do something to help. I asked if I could take the struggling ones and nurse them back to health. As a last chance at life, we all agreed I would take the kittens. Challenge Accepted!

Meet Ryan and Eve!

Tiny little things!

Neither would eat to begin with, although they were starving! You could feel every little bone in their body! Precious as could be, but very malnourished and under-weight. By 6:30 pm, yesterday evening they learned to eat with a bottle! I fattened their little bellies up! 

I was ecstatic they were eating! (I think I text everyone in my phone to let them know!) 

Normally, I am in bed by 10:00 pm, especially on a work-day night. Last night I stayed up until midnight, to feed the little kittens, as well as woke up very early. I do believe it was still dark outside. 

Kittens need to be fed every 2-3 hours at 9 days old, so to work the kittens came! (I am so thankful that my boss, and co-workers, don't mind animals being here!) 

Today, tragedy struck!

After the lunch-time feeding, Ryan was gasping for air and laying on his side. I've seen an animal like this one other time in my life; I knew he wasn't going to make it. At 1:03 pm today, little Ryan passed away. 

(Ryan is ALIVE in this picture. It was taken yesterday to show his size.)

Eve is a bit heartbroken; she hasn't stopped yelping for her little brother. 

(Eve all curled up.)

Determined as I am, and as I think Eve is, she will make it through! I'll be sure to keep you posted on her--how she's doing, growing, finding a family to adopt her. 

For now, we shall chill at work!