In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello, my darling wives. How are you feeling today? All business? Well, please make sure they know that you are MY queens. MINE, MINE. So, they had better be extra nice and generous to you. I love you, I love you. And I need you, I need you.
My Hepzibah died on Monday morning, about 1am. Now is the fever stage of their flu, so they are in danger of going to sleep and not waking up. Bob Cat is the ast kitten alive, so Floofy and I have been fighting for his life. After Hepzibah died, Floofy became frantic and started to move Bobby all over the place. I think she's a great mother. She finds the coolest places in the house to park Bobby, she makes sure he stays active by playing with him, batting him around, and smothers him with hugs and kisses so he has to struggle to break free, she hides from him so he has to cry for Mommy, etc. She lets me know when it's time to feed him. Only a little bit of formula, only until he's half full, never until he's stuffed. It's now Tuesday evening, and Bob Cat is still alive, and it seems he's awake more, breathing through his nose, and being more alert. I'm still afraid when he falls asleep. Kitten TV is so much drama, I'm so sad for my kittens. One day at a time. Ya Allah, please save my Bobby Wobby.
