Rules of Survival

William have given birth to 7 little kitten, yet only 3 survived as of the time I wrote this post. The last one born was premature. The last 2 were too weak, and died in less than 12 hours. Another 2 were deformed, 1 of it died this morning because it couldn't feed itself by unable to instinctively looking for it's mother's nipple. I tried to revive it by buying kitten's milk and feed it with plastic syringe, but maybe it was a bit too late by then. Everytime the kitten died, William would look at me and meowed sadly as she put her paws softly on the dead body. I couldn't bring myself to dispose the dead kitten. I have to thanks Babai for that.

I am praying that the other 3 will be able to push through until the 5th day, hopefully they'll be out of danger zone by then.

Feel sad.