Well, we’re assuming that’s what happened. My daughter’s kitten Elsie just died, a few minutes after scampering around the room, climbing her pole…she just started yowling, then panting, then died. She and her brother both had feline leukemia virus, so we knew they might not live long. Spike got sick for about a week and then we had him put to sleep, but Elsie had no symptoms at all, except occasionally yowling and panting…thought she was finally coming into heat. My daughter was so upset. I had to go over there and get the kitty ready to be buried, and then we brought her over here and the boys dug a grave back where my cat Cleo is buried.
I don’t know how many other cats from their litter have died, but I really wish we’d known the mom cat hadn’t ever had any shots before they brought them home and fell in love. At least she didn’t suffer long, and she died in my daughter’s arms.
Bye, sweet little Elsie…you may have been an evil kitten who shredded my couch, but we loved you.