If you read my last post you will remember this photograph of one of the two kittens I needed to save.
Hubs of course thought I was crazy but knew better than to argue with me. That was October 28th.
When I took them to the vet she called this one sickly and pathetic. She wasn't sure my efforts and money could save this little girl. She was 3 or 4 months old yet only weighed 1 pound and 4 oz. even though she already had her big girl teeth.
This is her today! She is still very tiny but so very healthy. We fed her several times a day with a syringe as she couldn't eat or swallow correctly due to a mass in her throat. Every day and night I would tuck her in her bed in the garage (they were contagious at first) I would say to her "I hope you are alive in the morning" and every morning I'd say "I hope you are alive when I get home".
I originally named her Ash and the little black one Cinders. After all she went through and my daily prayer hoping she would still be alive, I knew I had to name her HOPE instead.
This is Cinders. He was from a different litter and was 5 months old and much larger. As you can see, his eyes are cloudy almost like cataracts. I thought he might be going blind and didn't want him caught and eaten by a predator. The vet said it was due to eye infections never being treated. He can see and it's possible the white-ish film might thin out as he grows up. He is beautiful, fluffy and very playful. They sleep together most every night. Of course this means more photos of these little guys will soon follow.