The kittens were very tiny. I learned that cow’s milk, so prolific on our dairy farm, would not sustain their needs. I found Kamar, a kitten-based milk formula, for sale in a veterinary catalog. I used an old syringe without the needle to get the milk into them. By now they had their eyes open, their claws out, and while I was feeding any one of the four, the other three would be climbing up my leg in their hunger. I learned I had to rub their tummies to get them to defecate like their real Cat Mom would have done.