They have the capability of crawling into our hearts and changing us forever. They also retain the ability to scare us half to death in a single moment!

I have been up all night for the past three days dealing with two sick kittens. One, sadly did not make it and so another of McKenzie’s kittens has passed. He would have been a month old in a few days.

The second kitten is older and is one of my cow kitties McGee. The other morning when I was feeding, I noticed he was lying on the dog bed and not joining with the group. I kept feeding and still he didn’t move off the pillow. He looked a bit off but sometimes they run and play in the nighttime scampering through the tunnels so I just kept doing my chores.

When he still was inactive, I brought out the nekoflies. ALL came running but McGee and so with a sinking heart, I realized something was wrong with him. I am paranoid since Whisper passed and I lifted McGee and brought him into our bedroom. He was unable to walk on his front leg.

I searched for clues, bites, heat anything that told me he might be wounded, but found nothing. he was burning up so I grabbed the thermometer and the mercury went off the chart! I grabbed a digital and read 105.8! No third eye showing, no visible means of dehydration when I checked his scruff. What the devil?

I gave him sub cu and he fought me even though I warmed up the fluids prior to administering them. He didn’t want to eat. He had been find the night before running and playing with the rest. What could this be?

I started monitoring him and slipping in every two hours giving him water orally. His mouth was clear of lesions, no redness on the gums although his tongue was darker than I would have liked it to be- could this be calici?

His limping became more pronounced and then I had bad thoughts of FIP. I gave him rubbing alcohol wipedowns, kept giving him water and started mixing baby food in the feedings.

This morning, he is fine! Three days of worry and prayers, freting and lack of sleep and he is up and about eating and drinking as if nothing was ever wrong! My vet would call this a fever of unknown origin. I would call this three days in hell.