An out of practice reader discussing the books I get around to reading.
Mom got another batch of foster kittens. Itty bitty ones this time, like 3 to 4 weeks max. We named them Saffron, Richard and Fezzik. Fezzik was the runt and he was tiny! I mean, he fit perfectly in one of my mom's hands. She said he was the size of a hamster. Yesterday he wasn't doing too well and this morning mom said he had passed overnight. It's called Fading Kitten Syndrome I think. The poor little thing. I don't have any good pictures of him, I'm afraid, but he was a cutie. He liked to sit on feet.
Good night, sweet prince. Wherever you are, I hope there are feet to sit on.