His name is 'Kiseki'. 

He was born 

with his five other siblings 

on the 23rd of May. 

I was very glad and excited 

to have so many cute babies 

added to my cat family.

But the next thing happening 

to those kitten babies 

was a miserable disaster.

At that time I had another cat 

staying in my house 

and in no time 

did a cat flu spread 

in the whole house.

All adult cats except Genki 

suffered from the flu, 

several of whom actually 

had to go to a vet in order to be medicated.

Baby kittens?

Yeah, how were they able to stay

immune to such strong flu? 

All of them except one 

were badly affected by the flu. 

They couldn't smell well, 

so they started to reject 

being fed by their mother cat. 

All of them lost a lot of weight, 

with their strength to live...

                        

I had to bury 

so many small bodies 

with the wish "Rest in peace". 

Every day I had to cry over 

my damn folly of 

letting this happen to 

such precious kittens! 

I would never forgive myself 

for allowing this to happen. 

I should never forget 

those small lives 

so cruelly expended.  

                         

A mourning week or ten days 

passed...

Then I realized 

the last remaining kitten 

was also sneezing 

from time to time. 

His eyes were watery 

and started to be affected 

by the cold. 

Yes, of course he had a cold too. 

It was impossible to 

completely strike back 

the virus with such a small body 

strength. 

After I came back from my workplace, 

I rushed to a vet 

with him and his mother 

on one Wednesday night. 

                     

I was ready for the worst. 

Then  the vet asked me:

"When will you be able to 

come next time?"

I answered:

"Uhh..., perhaps on Thursday."

The Vet:

"Well, then on Thursday."

Me:

"Okay, I'll be back tomorrow."

Vet:

"No, Thursday next week."

Me:

"Yes?? Next week???"

Vet:

"Yes. He has a cold, 

but his fever is normal. 

He is big enough to fight back. 

But it is better to keep him 

away from his mother. 

Mother has been 

affected badly too. 

Don't let him be exposed 

to the strong virus any more. 

Feed him every three hours."

That was the start of 

this withdrawal life with Kiseki 

in an upstair room, 

away from others. 

I never felt so alone in the world

But with Kiseki alive I would put 

everything I had into care of him.

That was my determination.