Last night (Thursday), when I got home from work, Wendy (the kitten I was having trouble thinking of a name for) was dead. Her poor mom, Lucy, kept washing her and "talking" to her for quite a while.
That left just Bobby and Henry. I moved them to another room and put them in a large cat-bed basket with blankets. I tried to feed them kitten formula several times overnight, but Bobby wasn't eating much at all. Henry was eating, just a little bit at first, but at one feeding he ate quite a bit.
Just before dawn, Bobby died, too.
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