Spider and Spout

On Saturday I took Charlotte and the two remaining kittens into the vet and they were given a cautiously optimistic prognosis.

Spider, though a relatively small guy, was a feisty little guy, right from the start. Even at 2 weeks old, he would run up to greet us when we opened the door, even as the others made wobbly attempts at moving just a few inches. And he is a smart little guy, too. He was the first to figure out how to escape through the bars of the cage. And when his head grew too large too just walk through the bars, he figured out how to tilt his head 90° to fit in between the bars and squeeze out.

He had the pervasive eye infection also. Unlike the others, he had it in both eyes, but both eyes cleared up very well and very quickly, luckily.

Spout was the bruiser of the pack. From the moment we got him, he was nearly twice the size of everyone else, and continues to be significantly larger than Spider. If you ever wondered where Spout was, you could bet he was wherever Charlotte was, nursing away, seemingly only taking breaks to sleep.

He was sniffly, but never nearly as sick as the others, and didn't have any eye infection, so he always seemed like he'd be ok in the end.

Spider and Spout are our hope at this point. Its been a tough road, and though I'm still holding my breath, I truly hope they are now in the clear and will continue to thrive.