She is being rushed to the vet as I type by Mike. I have to go to work in about 20 minutes or I would have taken her. Her temp spiked last night rising to 105.6! No believing what I was reading, I tried 3 other thermometers on her and they all read into the 105 degree mark. I am so sad-of course it has to be on a Sunday when the vets are closed. I hope Mike can find Ben- I told him what door he would have to knock on to get his attention. I don’t know if Foster will come home or not- Ben is now feeling that this is distemper which means that the virus I had here over three years ago might still be in the house regardless of how well I scrubbed and threw things away. I am shutting down to kittens now. It has nothing to do with the fact that I am emotionally and financially tapped. This has to do with the feeling that I am now running a kitty death camp.