Last night I went to view a litter of kittens with a view of picking two. They are barn kittens, and were going to be pts (very euphamistic there... farmers wont pay for vets to euthanise barn kits). When we got to see them they were all in a very sorry state with severe eye infections.
Not being able to stand to see them suffer I picked three, and my friend ended up picking two. We whisked them to the vet (which they were most unhappy about) where they were given an antibiotic jab, another jab and a wormer by injection, eyes swabbed and antibiotic drops in eyes. Then they were sprayed all over with Frontline as they all have raging fleas.
We were told that they are only about 4 to 5 weeks old, so we also have kitten replacement milk to give them.
One of my trio immediately earned the name "Tiger" because he was all growly and yelling at the vet constantly.
Another of my trio, a tortie, is very sick. She was very listless, and uninterested in anything. I was seriously concerned that she wouldn't make it through the night.
However this morning, she was still with us, and with all three I managed the rounds of eye swabbing, eye drops and attempted bottle feeding, though none of them were interested. (They were eating solid food (kibble) at the barn, so I'm not too sure about trying to go back to them suckling) I left the KRM on a saucer, and the last of the trio (who I named Domino) was happily lapping it.
Tiger and Domino were definitely feeling better this morning, and were strong enough to play together, though Domino is the more precocious.
Any healing vibes you can send my three kitties, but especially for Panaché (the smallest and sickest) would be very much appreciated.
Tiger is at the back with Panaché lying down
Tiger and Panaché snuggled up together:
I am aware that they are very young, and they may not survive, but I'm rooting for them. I certainly couldn't leave them in the barn suffering away, just to die by themselves!