She was the littlest of the 4, but she was the oldest too. She always just sat. Never played. She ate, drank, and peed and pooped just fine, but never once did she show any interest in playing with the other kittens. I should have taken her to vet. I know I should have.     'Course, it's way too late for that now. I found her cold little body, nestled between the other kittens in their bed. Gosh, she was so so cold. I buried her in my backyard that morning. Another dead cat to add to the list.         I'm sorry Wendigo.