It turns out Whiskey had feline distemper, which is fatal. Kittens are more susceptible to distemper, and Whiskey wasn't vaccinated against it. We felt a bit better knowing it wasn't anything we did, and that there was nothing we could have done.
Updated NEW BIO!: As a former arts student, I used to love to write. I still enjoy writing, but feel very rusty since I haven't written for myself in years. I see this blogspot as a space to practice writing again, and to also keep in touch with family & friends. Bear with me as I muse about my mundane life. And let me know if I ever drift into self-centred, tunnel-visioned dithering. I don't want my postings to cause you to want to ram a fork through your eyeball. And I'm also training for a half-marathon in May, which I am so excited about! After years of wanting to do it but being too afraid, I am finally doing it and couldn't be more excited to reach my goal!
[Here's the old bio, for archival purposes: A mechanical engineer and an artsy met in 2003 in our nation's capital...and the rest is history. He's hails from the east, she from the west. She enjoys baking, he enjoys eating, so it must be meant to be.]
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