So the little chocolate kitten is doing
quite well. Eating on his own, peeing and pooping normally,
maintaining his own body temperature, and interacting with his sister
and me. I
got all the nasty grass seeds that were packed into his eye sockets
blasted out with syringes of saline. God, I've never seen anything
like that. Eww. But he's now dehydrated to a normal level. Or a not
scary level. I mean he's not a dry husk of a kitten with his eyeballs
sunk clear into his skull. So as of now I'm bumping his survival odds to 70%.
Not bad for a nearly dead, dried out, emaciated husk of a fleabag!
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