Every two hours through
out last night and during today Moths kitten received warm milk and
moth herself a well deserved fuss. By three in the morning I was
terribly worried as I had been unable to persuade the kitten to
drink more than a few drops...it was not enough.
Of course all would be
well if only the kitten would feed from her mother but so far we had
only seen her do this once...that too was not enough.
The boys were having a
well earned sleep. Poor Pa was worn out and my son , who had been so
wonderful ,taking moth to the Vets and dealing with all the
travelling was desperately tired, and since there was nothing either
of them could have done it was pointless for us all to lose a nights
rest.
All the same as I grew
more and more despairing I would have given much for someone to talk
to of my troubles. Bleary eyed I prepared a feed at six fifteen,I
heard sounds from upstairs and by the time I had finished another
abortive attempt to feed the kitten a cup of hot strong coffee
awaited my in my room, made by the best son in the world ,it was the
best coffee I ever tasted.
Of course my son,ever
the optimist told me not to worry,that moth was probably feeding the
kitten herself and that all would be well. I returned to my neglected
slumbers one more time and finally I managed to sleep.
It is astonishing what
a difference an ours sleep came make and after another feed I
prepared our breakfast of porridge,I always find it
heartening,especially if served with brown sugar and butter or cream.
At mine we called the
Vet to ask her advise, she was very encouraging and so realising that
we were doing all that could be done I tried again to feed the kitten
this time she took some food. The next three feeds went well and then
wonder of wonders the kitten do a poo! I know this is a strange thing
to rejoice over but you see the colour of this tiny poo showed that
without a doubt the kitten was digesting milk. The relief was
overwhelming.
Moth continues to be
the perfect little mother and it seems almost certain that the I
kitten is feeding after
all. The two hourly feeding continues and another night with little
sleep is in store for me, I admit that I am tired but it is worth
every bit of trouble to see our pretty Moth gazing adoringly at her
little one. To see my son with tears of joy in his eyes makes me
certain that I shall do everything to ensure a successful out come.
We weighed the kitten
and she has gained a little weight, she is gaining strength and moves
about so much that her mother has to keep a paw on her to hold her
still when she washes the little mite.
We have hardly dared to
hope for a happy out come to this sad little story but we are now
just beginning to dare ,enough to talk of a name for the pretty
little kitten. At the moment it's two against one for “Maggie”
Not because we had any fondness for the old girl,but because she was
feisty and a scrapper, a survivor, as we hope Moths little one will
be.
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