pray to bast RIGHT NOW
we may have found someone who can help
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THE GOOD NEWS: WE FOUND AN SPCA OFFICE WITH ROOM
THE BAD NEWS: they can't be here until 9 am.
We looked up emergency kitten formula and don't have any of the ingredients.
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We have gone into heroic measures. The best thing we could find for feeding at 10 pm with no car is condensed milk, and we're feeding them with a series of improvised attempt at nipples, ranging from plastic gloves to ball point pens.
Nobody can tell us we didn't try. I know cow's milk isn't ideal for them, but it at least gives them a chance to get through the night.
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We might have gotten a few droplets of evaporated milk into them, not much more. Peg is biking to CVS, in the rain, to try to get a syringe.
They are noisy. It's heartbreaking but it's also encouraging me to hope that they're not ready to give up yet.
Just hang in there another 10 hours, little critters. If you can do that for us, maybe there's some hope.
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We now have a syringe. Peg is trying to feed with mixed success. They're cold but I've got the heat cranked way up in the front room.
Meanwhile Sugarfoot has been understandably SUPER stressed and hissy, so I've chilling out with her in the next room with some Internet birdsong that is protecting her from the absolutely heartbreaking kitten noises coming from the next room.
Whatever happens, I am so fucking proud of my dragon.
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They're not taking anything. Peg is now attempting milk-soaked paper towel squares.