I had four survive the night. One little black boy was cold and down in their crate. I warmed him, gave him glucose for energy and was able to force some milk. He lasted maybe another hour, and was gone.
There were three left. Two of the Grey fluffy girls were quite frisky and eager for the bottle. The one black little boy took a bottle rather grudgingly, but did get some nourishment. He is the only one I'm worried about. We will see and watch very closely. This is difficult, but not unusual. It is just the way of newborn kitties. It took me a long time and a lot of heartbreak to realize that I really don't kill kitties. I think I do everything that can possibly be done. I think I can probably consider myself an expert, I have fostered so many newborns.
Ken says that they are not really safe until they are 20 weeks old. They get protection from viruses from mother's milk and anti-bodies for the first week or so. Then they can't be vaccinated until they are eight weeks old. That leaves a lot of time for young ones to be unprotected from disease. They are very fragile creatures. I will watch and hope for these three little ones to thrive.
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