So the kittens' eyes have been gunky this week. Three of the seven have had their eyes gooped shut and I've had to remove all the gunk and some infection and clean them so that they can just open their eyes. Poor little babies. I did some research and all the internet recommended was a trip to the vet. Well I knew that wouldn't fly with the farm bills (and my own unemployed bank account) so Robert was going to put a drop of bull antibiotic for pink eye in each kitten (like half a drop in each eye) and go from there. But then when he went to get the bull vaccine, he picked up some kitten eye drops and I promised to pay him back. When he got home, I went out to get the kittens and got them all cleaned up again, and washed their hands so that they wouldn't get more dirt in them when they went to wipe their poor little eyes. First of all, with three crying kittens sitting in the floor with me in the bathroom, Robert had to plug his ears with cotton balls. It was driving him nuts. Then I held the kittens eyes open and he agreed to administer the eye drops. Until the infection started oozing out. My twenty year old brother, the ANIMAL SCIENCE MAJOR at UofA who has made the dean's list twice, started gagging. It grossed him out! He almost puked watching the gunk pour out of these poor babies eyes. I had to laugh. When I got home tonight from Jeremiah's ball game, all but two of the kittens had moved. Momma cat, Printhess, has moved them to a warmer spot than a dog carrier under the carport. Hope the drops worked and that I can find them again tomorrow in the daylight. And I hope Robert can keep his breakfast down when he helps me administer more.
Never a dull moment on the farm.
~Amber
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