Cats who teach me to fly…

Things really turned out bad. Part of it was my fault. When I visited the fosterer’s home, the kittens were active and playing and I did not bother to hold or even check on them. It was because the fosterer said that they ate a lot. They ate all the wet and dry food. And so I thought all should be fine.
Until the kittens were six weeks old, I started to spot one with protruded ribs. Immediately, I sent all of them to the vet. Vet said that the kittens were skinny and had flu.
I already told the fosterer to separate her cat that had flu from my kittens. Stubbornly,  she refused to.
I was extremely furious and I brought all of them home. And I realised that they don’t eat dry food at all. They only eat wet food. They were obviously malnutrition. Both the fosterer and the mother lied. I call them a liar.

This is Lady. She was tested FIV positive. She has five kittens. I named them Dharma, Ava, Lokit, Teshi and Vara. Dharma, Ava and Lokit are suffering from epilepsy at the age of 6 weeks! Ava has passed on a week ago…

This is Ava. So tiny and fragile.

This is Dharma.

And Lokit.
Dharma and Lokit are still battling with the disease. I wish and ask for nothing but their recovery. I simply hope that they are able to survive through the kitten stage and once the kitten stage passed, all their diseases will be gone.

Teshi and Vara.
Teshi is a little bony and I am trying my best to build her up. Vara is normal and extremely active. The healthiest among all.
It was another mistake I made, by not properly checking on the cats and/or kittens and easily trusted someone I hardly know. Life has been lost all because of my negligent. And I call myself a rescuer? Bullshit!