Thanks for all the prayers! The baby kitty is doing better today. The doctors believe they have killed the bacteria, her tube is draining much less fluid today which means much less fluid in her lung, and she's acting a little like our kitty. They moved her out of ICU.
She played with play-doh, grinned quite a bit, stood up for 2 minutes, and finally began eating again. All good news! They are trying to get her to blow to help her lung function and have offered her bubbles and bubble gum. She rejected the bubbles because "I can't blow bubbles!" but tried blowing bubble gum bubbles because "Ninnin can do it!"
The best/worst part of the day, according to her mommy, was they got her a favorite CD, Taylor Swift, and while shopping noticed a whistle. What a fun thing to blow into, right? She whistled the entire "Love Story" song. They are thrilled she's blowing into the whistle of course, but it's not exactly enjoyable to hear in a small hospital room. Well, unless you're just tickled pink that your baby is starting to act like herself even if it is the most annoying noise in the entire world. Then it's like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
Bless her heart, I'm sure in her mind she has been tortured by all the hospital personnel and she hates them all. You've got to be older than almost 4 to realize someone driving a needle into your arm and side are actually good things. Willard and I went by last night and she asked Willard to sit in the chair beside the door. We had no idea why until she looked at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "If a doctor comes, don't let him in!"
She's definitely getting better. Keep her in your prayers. It's going to be a long road.