Well, I am now down to one kitten. I am trying so hard not to get attatched to the little guy, but it is hard. We found the mother cat and she wants in the house, but she doesn't want anything to do with the kitten. So he is sleeping inside my heated throw blanket and I am feeding him with an eyedropper every 2 hours. By now I am dead on my feet getting up all night. Now I remember why I only had 2 children!

The poor little guy has the poops this morning. The vet told me to give him pedialyte and switched his formula. Hope it helps, it doesn't take long to dehydrate something that small. My kids keep telling me that I should name him Mighty because he looks like a Mouse.

I am so exhausted, the house is a wreck, the laundry is piling up, and just when I doze off the phone keeps ringing. I guess it better just stay up and get the housework done in between kitty feedings. Did I mention just how tired I am? I was a few years younger when I did this with my kids. How did I manage?