I really thought the little guy would make it given the fuss he made so soon after being born. I found the black kitten (which I had named Wanderer) I mentioned in the Life, Cats, and Writing entry back on 04/19 dead this morning after going to my mom's house to do some more lawn maintenance for her. Of course I was bit upset considering he looked fine the last time I saw him. After talking to the vet and explaining the condition I found him in he he estimated Wanderer died sometime this morning between 4 and 6 am, probably right after feeding. I ended up burying him under the lemon tree in the back. Wanderer's mother, Rabbit, naturally moved the remaining kittens to a new location long before I found him. Hopefully she took them to her original intended den where they are better protected from the elements. It's funny how pets know when you're upset and try to comfort you. That's exactly what my cats, Romulus and Remus, did when I came home. Just came and sat on both sides of me, laying their heads on my legs instead of their usual vocal demands for attention and general rambunctiousness. Rommy has been following me around ever since.