I took them to the vet a little bit ago for boosters and a check up. Their doing good. Minnie weighs 3.2 lbs and Rex weighs 2.85 lbs. They seem to be fitting in quite well.
But as I was checking out at the vet, a man and his son (who didn't even have on shoes they were in such a rush) ran in carrying a cat in a towel. The cat was violently shaking and the man said he had a dying cat. It was awful. Evidently, the cat had licked some of the flea and tick medicine off its back because the man had put it a little too low. They took the cat back, sedated it, and were trying to get info from the man. They found out the active ingredient and were working on the cat. They asked the man for a deposit, but he didn't have any money. He would start a job tomorrow, but had nothing today. The vet said they would work with him, but it just broke my heart. They came out and told him the cat had a 50/50 chance. She is only about a year old. I offered to help pay something, but he said he was going to wait till tomorrow. Depending on how bad the bill was and if the cat had a chance or not. I just want to cry. Poor thing looked right at us as they carried her in. I hope she makes it.