I guess 13 really is an unlucky number sometimes. Yesterday I had 13 kittens. Today I have 12.

Pretty Kitty Kitty's third baby, the little black and white girl, died last night. She didn't have a great start, being born a full day and a half after her siblings. She didn't seem to be able to nurse--probably because she was weaker than the other two kittens and they would push her away--not because they were trying to, but just by moving around and being bigger and stronger. She was hungry. I could tell that by her cry. So i fed her kitten formula. I fed her everytime she cried. Most of the time she did take some formula--but not a lot. After she had her formula, I'd pu her back in the box with her mama. Her mama did wash her and care for her, so she was loved and kept warm. I guess I really knew she wouldn't make it. They don't ever seem to make it when they start out like that. But I tried. She was so adorable. I am a complete sucker for little white footies. She would have been a pretty girl. I named her Little Baby Girl--because she looked a lot like her grandmama, Baby Girl (who died this summer). Will bury her tomorrow. *laughs* Tomorrow will be "funeral day" in our yard. Sam's lizard, Spike, died and is awaiting burial. Yes, there will be a "ceremony." Though I have already told Sam he is NOT burying the lizard next to the kitten. That would just NOT be right.