The second kitten died yesterday. When we woke up, he was already dead. Doug and I buried him in a corner of the garden, and the kids don't understand it. Alan in particular was sad and cried and then wanted to see the grave and still didn't understand. How do you explain death to a child?
The first kitten (still not named as Doug feels it's much harder to have a cat die on you when he has a name) is hanging in there. Still not eating much but purring whenever you stroke her. The abscess has developed into that huge open wound which we try to keep clean. This involves much killing of ants, the beasts from hell. Antibiotics, kitten glop, pedialyte. We're doing our best.
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