I can’t believe this happened.
My Accidentally-Knocked-Up-Kitty gave birth to her kittens too early yesterday.
Too much sad.
Way too much sad.
There were four of them.
She tried to get them to nurse and she kept looking at me like, “Why is this not working?” She was purring so loudly, licking them, cuddling them.
Ada kept telling her, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Rosie is still holding out hope that there are more kittens hidden inside of her that will be born later, healthy.
The kittens were small, about the size of my palm. They had tiny whiskers, tiny ears, tiny closed eyes, tiny paws, and tiny tongues. They didn’t have fur yet.
One of them tried so hard to live, but it was just too premature. It died in my hands, tiny mouth gasping for air, little tongue protruding out in a weak attempt to suckle.
Accidentally-Knocked-Up-Kitty had an infection. Diarrhea and vomiting. The vet gave her an antibiotic, but the kittens were born two days later. I think that must be why they were early, because of the overgrowth of bacteria in her system. I can’t remember what the vet said it was exactly, but I think it started with an “sp”.
So sad. We didn’t need kittens, but…still. Sad. I can’t believe this happened.
We could feel them moving inside of her. Lively little lumps. The girls were so excited to have kittens. We had just checked out a stack of books from the library about kittens too. :(
Slightly graphic pictures of fetal kittens below.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to take pictures. Aside from The Sad, the details of these perfectly formed little creatures are so fascinating.
I can barely stand to look at the pictures now though. It’s too depressing to think about.