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I was hoping to not update until after the move....looks like there'll be one before that.

On memorial day a few weeks back, we got a batch of new kittens. My bro's cat and a neighbours cat had kittens, all female. There were a total of five in all. One had to be put down right away. It's eye was infected and swollen to the point it was coming out of the socket. One stayed with the other people, and the last three came here. The three were then given names and asigned to certain people as being their cats: Little Momma, Eclipse, and Crescent, the runt of the liter. And for anyone who makes a Twilight statement, just to clear it up since I don't want to hear crap, my bro's cat is named Midnight. They wanted names that went with his despite that fact that neither him or the mother wanted the kittens.

When Crescent came here, she was so tiny that she could fit in the palm of my hand. She wasn't eating, she was puny, and wouldn't even play with her sisters. They couldn't come up with a name for her so I gave her one and they all took it. They had spent the next few days trying to get her to eat, she just refused. After everyone else in the house had tried without success, they wanted me to try. I picked her up in my arms, got the syringe, and within a few minutes, she'd begun nipping at it, then actually drinking the milk. She hadn't stopped eating once since then.

Soon after that she became a bit more active, exploring the house by herself, wanting to go outside, playing with her sisters when they could keep up with her, and got a little bigger, but was still smaller than the others to still be the runt. I continued feeding her, eventaully moving her up from milk to baby food. She ended up getting attacked by the rabbit about two weeks ago. We don't know what exactly he did to her but if the back of her neck or one of her legs were touched, she'd scream out in pain and, instead of jumping off of chairs or other things, she'd just roll off and thunk onto the ground. In additrion to that, she had fluid in her lungs. After a week she had started getting better, going back to her old active self, though she had an incident with Midnight where he ended up hissing at her.

Last night, my bro had one of his tantrums. This time, instead of breaking more things or putting more holes in the walls, or breaking a door of the hinges, he decided to poison Crescent who, by the way, was my mom's kitten. I came out of my room and heard some yelling from a cat. I go to open the front door and I look down. There, on one of the couch pillows, wrapped up in a cloth, is Crescent completly limp. I try and question my mom as to what happened and she refuses to tell me for quite some time, asking if I want to take her in my room and watch over her. I say sure and then she finally tells me.

Because my bro threw his little tantrum again, he was pissed off and decided that the best way to get back would be to kill Crescent. He forced her to take two of his Syriquil, then proceded to let her just go about as if he didn't do anything. It took a long time before he admitted to doing it and he was happy about it because his way of getting back was working. Crescent was completely limp, pissing on herself, yelping in pain every few seconds, was already turning cold, and was having convulsions. Mom was convinced that she would somehow be able to pull through so she wouldn't let me just kill her quickly. I had to take her in my room and watch over her.

I kept her, trying to keep her warm, rocking her. Early in the morning though, in the early hours, she finally died. I'm not really all boo-hoo about it because 1)I already knew it would happen and 2)I'm not a emotional person period. But, yeah, anyway, that little kitten that I have up as my last submission, that's the one that is no longer alive. She's atrophed, ice cold, and now needs to have her body disposed of thanks to my bro and his "my way or the highway" bullshit attitude.


R.I.P.:
May 21 - June 12, 2009

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