I went up to bed because of the migraine but found the kittens in some distress. The eldest one my favourite had passed and his sister was not too clever; they were extremely cold and the little female had segretated hereself off from the others and the blankets and towels. When I found them I popped them on a hot water bottle wrapped in a clean towel and we decided to try and wean them as the little female seemed very thirsty; sadly she has since passed. The middle one is still with us. To say I am gutted is an understatement. They were just developing their own personalities and letting me handle them and disastrously I did not get my photos. They will always have their little paws wrapped round my heart. I feel so responsible as I had not checked on them as much today as Molly seemed to be doing extremely well with them.