it was one dinger of a day...

not sure which way is up...

got a call about a momma cat with 3 babies...

she started out with 5...

2 died on the man and he made a call to Jane...

she called me right before noon...

she had called the other day just touching base to see what was up...

I told her I couldn't do any for a couple of weeks with the deck starting and all...

too much noise and confusion for babies...

well, we are just going to have them for a few days...

so I took them...

there is a smokey gray, siamese and a black one...

the black one came in in very bad shape...

we are just to analyze the situation and then send them on with recommendations...

why were they dying?

well, they are completely flea invested...

I have never seen so many fleas on a kitten before in my life...

we thought at first momma's milk wasn't up to par...

but they are fat and sassy...

I stuck the white siamese under the water and it look like a dalmatian...

4 baths later, a small comb, tweezers and the vacuum...

and it was finally de-fleaed...

so started on the black on...

he was very lethargic...

worked on him awhile and set him aside and did the gray one...

went back to the black one and spent the rest of the afternoon on him...

his breathing was labored...

and I knew he wasn't going to make it, but you have to try...

he passed away at 4:30...

the other 2 are doing good...

in the meantime, Craig tried transferring the mother to another kennel to get her out of the house...

until we could advantage her...

she attacked him and got away, lose now in the house...

sitting up waiting for her to join the babies so I can shut the door on the kennel...

she bit him on the side of the head, his index finger straight through from top to bottom and bottom to top...

its on a joint, all swelled up...

and just scratched the holy poop out of his arm, chest and shoulder...

blood was dripping all over and he got so sick...

I know the finger bite hit a nerve...

so Alice is still over whelmed with everything that's going on...

and so scared...

I am never doing another momma and babies!

just the babies...

she still has her front claws...

the fleas are what's killing the babies and not the mom's milk...

her milk seems fine...

fat and very active for having all the fleas...

DH  went onto his company picnic at 4...

Craig and I stayed behind to mend and take care of the babies...

so we missed the cookout at the park...

got food from the diner up town...

so later one this morning...

I need to finish buzzing Craig's head so he doesn't look so goofy...

just buzzed what was needed to check his wounds...

hopefully get Alice back in a kennel and outside...

already salted the carpets and the vacuum cleaner...

you can either put salt in the cup or a flea collar when you kill fleas...

both work...

I will get photos of the babies later and post them...

they are cute as can be...

they are supposed to just be here for the weekend and out by Tuesday when the sawing and banging start...

say a prayer no one else gets mauled and that Alice calms down...