Well, I've got the orphans. I don't think they are two weeks old, I
believe they are younger. They barely have their eyes open, and it
looks like the umbilical cord has just fallen off. Maybe 10 days old.

They are both tabbies. They were a little dehydrated when she got
them, and not moving around at all. Now they're squalling and
squirming. I've got them on an 8-12-4 schedule. They can't suck on a
bottle, but they're taking KMR out of an eyedropper very well. One is
much smaller than the other.

They were born from a feral mother in someone's backyard, a friend of
my daughter's. Dogs killed the mother yesterday.

You know, what is so funny, especially after reading so much about new
cat-introductions. These cats around here barely raised an eyebrow.
They're like, oh yeah, there's some cats in there, big deal. Except
for Frank, and he wants in that bedroom so bad he is flinging himself
against the door. I'm going to let him in to see them probably
tomorrow. He just loves babies.

I'll get some pictures tomorrow. I appreciate all the prayers, purrs,
good wishes for the poor little urchins.

Sherry