The SPCA asked me to foster two 3-day-old bottle babies, and how could I say no? After about four weeks of feeding them every four hours (exhausting), I was finally able to switch them to kitten food from a can. That very day, my neighbor found a week-old kitten and needed help caring for it. Since I was already fostering Crimson and Clover, I figured one more couldn’t hurt. So I took her and named her Annie. The SPCA accepted her into their program and gave her some much-needed medical attention. She was so sick! Once she got better, I introduced her to the other two. And right now they’re sleeping all in a pile.