Morning has broken

At last: Morning. Last night was one of the longest nights of my entire life.
If you haven't read yesterday's post 'Otis the cat, Rotunda the fat', you might want to read that before you continue reading this.

Neither the bottles or the syringes worked so we have been using eye droppers to feed the kittens. It's been veerryy, veerryy slow trying to feed each kitten drop by drop. B#3 and #4 helped me with the feedings. We had to get up at midnight and feed them, then again at 3:00 am and once more at 6 am. I thought morning would never come while I was feeding those little things. But they all lived to see another day.

B#3 and I stayed home from church this morning; we were both waaay too tired to go anywhere. So this morning we have been helping mom make phone calls. We have called every vet clinic and animal shelter within driving distance asking if they could take the kittens off our hands; no luck though, they all said they were too full to take any more animals. :(

So now we are trying a different approach. we sent out some e-mails asking people if they want to try raising a couple of kittens. It's not hard raising them but 9 kittens is just a little overwhelming for us. We're also going to try and see if Olivia, one of our other cats, will foster Otis's kittens. Cats are extremely good about fostering so hopefully it will work. The only problem is that we can't find 'hide nor hair' of Olivia anywhere. That's the thing about cats, if you want them then they're no where to be found. But if you don't want them around then they're everywhere.

I guess we will see what happens later.

~B#2