I miss my little blue eyed kitty. She was the first born of the litter. When I found her she was in a corner, cold and still wet. Her momma, Priscilla, didn't know what to do. I took a towel dried her and held her close to me to warm her. Then I tucked her next to her momma and let her finish. An hour later I went to check, momma had finished cleaning her and was nursing her! I nick named her Mohammed, not knowing she was a girl.