My son called me at about 5:30 AM on Sunday morning to tell me he thought Iccabah had her kittens.
When the rest of the kids and I got home, we raced to my bedroom to see them. She had them on my dirty clothes which were on the floor lol
I had my youngest daughter Zee bring all of them out so we could see them.
I had 6 in my hands but we still heard crying. She moved some clothes and found a runt. Poor dear was against the wood floor (which is freezing cold) and under a piece of cardboard (from a coke box). It was limp, very cold to the touch and mostly unresponsive.
Zee was upset, sure it would die. I got the kitten from her, cupped it in my hands and exhaled into my hands to warm it. I placed it with Iccabah and the little one tried eating and momma gave it a bath though she didn't want much to do with it at the time.
I took it back and placed it under one of my shirts (I was wearing 2) and kept it close to my heart. My daughter asked why and I said that's where a persons core temp is highest. We argued about that for a couple minutes lol.
After about an hour, the kitten was warm and started eating.
I think it's female and I named her Meerah (for "Miracle").
She's the loudest of the bunch! I took some pics but there not very good. I'll post them later.
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