Most of you probably already know this, but two of my cats had their kittens a few weeks ago, their names are Snowshoe and Hawk.
Snowshoe had seven kittens, and I was there at their birth. When I left for the night and came back the next morning, they were all attached- tangled in their ambilocal cords. I brought them all inside- all seven of the tiny kittens- and me and my parents worked to get them untangled.
We got five of the seven out with only a few difficulties, but the last two had their legs tangled as well. When we got them untangled, we weren't sure how they'd do.
Sadly, both of them lost their back legs, and Snips lost his tail. I bottle fed them, trying to help them get strong, but Moth died a day and a half later. Then I focused on helping Snips. He did good for about two weeks. He was possibly the strongest kitten I have ever seen. He opened his eyes and purred whenever I came nearby. But no matter how much I tried, he couldn't make it. He died at the age of two weeks and a day. I miss him so much.
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The white one is Snips, and the grey one is Moth.
Now Hawk's kittens:
Hawk also had seven kittens. She had them in the forest though. It was cold, but they all survived. Then she tried to move them at the age of three days. One of them died. We don't know how, but I went to check on them, and I found him with a bloody nose.
I didn't get to bury him until it was too late. One of the dogs found him, and ate him- or at least most of him. I found his head, but it was crushed. I miss him too.
Anyway, it's really sad that that type of thing has to happen.
Now you all know the full story of what happened.
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