This has been a horrible week, and now, to make it even better, my little Iona, who has been fighting liver disease, took a turn for the worse. She was at the vet today, and he thinks we should consider putting her to sleep. I was just in petting her, she's so tired, she barely stirred. She's my little Scrap, and I'm hoping there's some chance she might turn around. When her mama had the litter, Marmalade was still a stray, and we couldn't catch her before she had the kittens. So when she started bringing them around, we set traps every night. Iona was the first one we caught, because FOOD!! She was already half feral, and she and her sisters lived under my bed for weeks before they would come out when I wasn't asleep. And now, at three, like her sisters, she can't get enough cuddles. Please think good thoughts for her.