I was in sms contact with he-who-cannot-be-named (hwcbn) all morning, to offer help for the Three Musketeers as one was down with diarrhoea and hwcbn would be away for 12 hours at work. I was worried for the sick one, whom I had called Porthos (hwcbn absolutely hates the names I had given them, after the Three Musketeers, but he has not named them yet. Harry? Hermione? Ginny?). Yes, Ginny for the sick one then.
12 hours without food and water isn’t ideal for young kittens, what more, one who has diarrhoea.
So to cut a very long story short (after something like 10 or more sms exchanges), hwcbn finally managed to steal some time off work and brought the threesome to my house.
I will foster them until tonight when hwcbn collects them after work.
