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alleyallen
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Got a bad start to the morning today when I woke up and checked on the kittens. One of them, Jet, had died during the night.
Quick backstory: I left for my Charlotte trip a few weeks ago but didn't know either of my cats was pregnant. One of the cats, unfortunately, got locked into Little Man's room for a couple of days and had two kittens, apparently the day I left. Anyway, one of the kittens died the night I returned 10 days later. In the meantime, my sister, Lieslntx, checked on them every day, feeding them, petting them, etc.
Well, the one surviving kitten from that cat was called Jet, by Little Man, who has a habit of naming animals based on whatever he sees at the moment (he tried to call the two kittens from the other cat, born on the same day, Lamp and Fan). He named her Jet because when he first saw her, he was holding a miniature version of the airplane I'd flown home on.
Because Jet's mom wasn't giving a lot of milk, I moved her to the other new momma cat and she took her in as one of her own, feeding, cleaning and holding her, just like her other two kittens. Jet seemed to be doing fine, meowing and moving around with the other kittens, although she was a little smaller than the other two.
And then this morning... :'(
I quickly buried her but I couldn't bring myself to tell Little Man when he woke up, and thankfully he didn't go see the kittens like he usually does. I just don't even know how to tell him, either.
Quick backstory: I left for my Charlotte trip a few weeks ago but didn't know either of my cats was pregnant. One of the cats, unfortunately, got locked into Little Man's room for a couple of days and had two kittens, apparently the day I left. Anyway, one of the kittens died the night I returned 10 days later. In the meantime, my sister, Lieslntx, checked on them every day, feeding them, petting them, etc.
Well, the one surviving kitten from that cat was called Jet, by Little Man, who has a habit of naming animals based on whatever he sees at the moment (he tried to call the two kittens from the other cat, born on the same day, Lamp and Fan). He named her Jet because when he first saw her, he was holding a miniature version of the airplane I'd flown home on.
Because Jet's mom wasn't giving a lot of milk, I moved her to the other new momma cat and she took her in as one of her own, feeding, cleaning and holding her, just like her other two kittens. Jet seemed to be doing fine, meowing and moving around with the other kittens, although she was a little smaller than the other two.
And then this morning... :'(
I quickly buried her but I couldn't bring myself to tell Little Man when he woke up, and thankfully he didn't go see the kittens like he usually does. I just don't even know how to tell him, either.