Our little cat died in the night.  Last night she was not making sounds as she cried, but she was not interested in eating, so I set her down for the night.  When I woke up this morning she lay cold and lifeless in her box.  Sprout brought many smiles.  She may have been a week old, maybe not quite a week.  Her eyes never opened.  I placed a bottle filled with warm water next to her body in her box because I believe in miracles, and I do believe in miracles.  I am not looking forward to telling Nella and Parek, just as I was not looking forward to making this post to you.