This time around, we were determined to make sure that the kittens survive, at least until they can fend for themselves. So, at first we put them in my shoe box (since it was the biggest shoe box that we could find), but then thought it's so uncomfortable for the 4 of them, and we moved them to our tv set box (!). Wah, it's like living in a big house for them. We didn't want Horny to leave the kittens for long, so we started feeding her with cat food. Which actually works, because she started to spend her time nursing her babies rather than go out finding food for herself.
So, the kittens grew stronger each day. When we left for the Raya holidays, we were worried that they might not survive, but lo and behold, when we got back and look inside the box...the 3 lil kittens are alive...! We were so excited, and hopeful that they would survive until they are strong enough to go on their own...But, the kittens didn't like the box...and ventured out (by way of their mum) to my wife's flower pots...oh dear...
Unfortunately, the lil kittens didn't survive. At least, not all of them. A few days ago, my wife found one of the kittens died (by this time they had moved to the back of the house...), and Horny was washing off the blood. By the time I got back from work in the morning, there's not much left of the kitten (!), I wouldn't want to go into details on that as my wife is still having nightmares about it. Up until today, we still didn't know what happened. I took it upon myself to clean the place up, dug a grave for the lil kitten, said a lil prayer and buried her.
We managed to find one of the surviving kittens yesterday, and we're hopeful that this one might survive until she (?...i still have problems identifying their gender) is a bit bigger. Keep your fingers crossed...
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