Back in September, our sole female (now spayed) had 4 kittens. Sugar is very small and two of the kittens lived only a few days which was very sad. She had 3 white females like herself and a solid black male. The two surviving kittens were the largest female (Dot) and the black male(Sloop).

At 6 weeks Dot had some kind of seizure and we thought she would die but we sat up with her and kept her warm, fed her with a dropper......and after a few days she began to make a comeback. Four days later she was eating and playing again with us and Sloop. But then another seizure hit and when I picked her up there was this fearful look on her small face and then her eyes just went sort of blank. Her heart kept beating another 24 hours but Dot wasn't in there anymore. Karen and I both cried like babies. We took her to the Vet and had her euthanized.

Now we have only Sloop and he is the most spoiled kitten you have ever seen. He and Sugar are now best friends instead of mother and son. "Uncle Roamin" our monstous black and white tuxedo has become "Dad" and his hero. They're so cute as a family of sorts. Sloopy just follows Roamin around learning everything he can. Roamin, Bix, and Pepper (the three male adults) all seem to recognize that THIS little dude is some sort of Prince and will probably takeover Bixby's place as Boss sometime soon. We all have just spoiled Sloop rotten but he has an extra spark in him.....and maybe that's Dot. Maybe Wee One and Dot have met up somewhere.

Why are we so nuts about our pets? Mention "Luff" and Karen and I will tear up in a heartbeat.....and he's been gone over 15 years!

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