A False Alarm (I Hope)

It's been difficult to sit at the keyboard today and write. I think my adrenalin is still in full speed. Last night my new little guy became VERY sick. He had vomited so much and was completely flat. I knew in my heart it was Distemper and had to prepare myself that he would die. He was laying in my son's bed and wouldn't even lift his head. I moved him to the basement powder room where he would be warm, comfy and safe.

I sort of expected to wake up this morning to a dead or dying kitten. I opened the door carefully and Bucky shot out of the room like a ROCKET!! Not only was he not dead or dying, but he had fully recovered. He's been partying all day - jumping, playing, and eating. No signs of anything except a playful, healthy happy kitten.

Yesterday, I let him go outside in the cat den. He had a ball! He chased leaves, bugs and was leaping on the other cats. He even figured out how to come inside on his own through the cat door. I swear, this kitten is a friggin' genius! It took my cats TWO WEEKS to figure out the cat door:

I feel like I've been on "death watch" all day today. I was sure he'd collapse at any moment, but he hasn't. I was so stressed! All I can think of is that the little booger got into something that he shouldn't have outside. (Please God, don't let me think that the shitty nasty neighbours put something in the cat den to harm him. )

Needless to say, I didn't go to the shelter and I didn't go to the vets today. It was 1:00 pm before I figured out that I didn't do a thing all morning! All I did all morning was spin around and worry. Worried about the baby....feeling guilty that I didn't go to the shelter.

Tomorrow I'm definitely going to do a rescue. I've got foster homes waiting for cats. In the meantime, I just need to remember to breeeeathe.....