#banshee's kittens

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the kittens are finally asleep and i just downloaded scandal, grey's, and how to get away with murder. i wonder how many minutes I'll get to watch before someone does something bad.

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And now both kittens are pouting in the corner because they tried to ambush my 18lb tomcat in his sleep. He only opened one eye long enough to hiss at them, but big boy hisses sure are scary.

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There is nothing in this world dirtier than baby kittens. Nothing.

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In so fucking seriously about to call in an anonymous noise complaint in my neighbor. It's 3:30 am, I'm fucking exhausted, and I'm back down to 4 hrs sleep a night and they just won't fucking stop blaring music and like... This loud shrill sound that just won't stop over the top if it and I hate them so much. HOW FUCKING RUDE.

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Both kittens have eaten kitten food in place of two feeding for the last few days. In other news, I took three 2-hour naps today!!!!!!

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A huge apology to everyone

About 3 weeks ago, I became the accidental owner of two premature newborn kittens, and by newborn, I mean kittens who had nursed on their mother for about a day or less - at most and were probably born quite a bit too early, a week (judging by their development) early, give or take.

The health issues and near-death experiences have been astronomical. Sleep has been non-existent, I'm up with them every minute of every day. My mom watches them for about three hours a day and that is literally the only time I close my eyes - I don't even remember what sleep is, tbh my entire thigh is bruised from falling asleep in the shower, I ran my cell-phone through the washing machine doing a load of their bedding. I'm ran ragged. I've been living every day on the verge of (and succumbing to) the worst anxiety attacks I've ever had because I'm in love with these little fighters and I can't imagine living without them now, and it's still such a real possibility that they won't make it, I've been running a low fever (dehydration/lack of sleep) for almost 4 days.

Before they got handed to me, I hadn't really prayed in almost a decade and I'm praying now more often than I eat - because I literally couldn't have done this alone. Someone had to be helping me, and I can't see any other possible explanation, except divine intervention, for the fact that I have two playful little round bellied babies in a box next to me right now who just passed out flat after a nearly half hour play-tackle session with each other. 

Because they were premie, we're not out of the woods. First, premature kittens (from what I understand from my vet), don't survive all that often with a mother cat - and with a mother human, those chances go down even lower. They're roughly the size/maturity of kittens a week younger (yes, the vet knows of this) - which means, we're still living in the scariest place possible. Antibiotics haven't knocked out their URI yet and their appetites got dangerously low today (fixed now, sitting in a steamy bathroom with them seems to clear their little noses so they can smell their formula and sleep well for several hours) but, they are now eating like piglets again, and their bellys are round and warm and I haven't heard a sniffle or sneeze in almost two hours. But if we can make it through this week, one week, seven days - we're ready to wean, and if they make it through weaning - they can make it forever. 

Since they're napping and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, I thought I'd pop on here, and let anyone who cares know I am alive, and I'm sorry for going MIA without any word. I love you all, so so so much. I miss you. And if you have a moment to pray and wouldn't mind, please say a couple words for my tinies. They need all the help they can get. As I type this, they're starting to sleep a little restlessly - so any prayers, and well wishes, any positive thoughts or vibes would mean the world to me.