By the next evening, the initial joy of the rescue had turned into gnawing anxiety. Fiona tried every trick—warming formula, offering it on a soft sponge, even trying various wet foods—but the three kittens remained uninterested. They weren't just skipping meals; they were becoming worryingly still. Their silver fur, once vibrant and thick, now hung heavy on their small frames. They spent most of the day sprawled on the cold mudroom tiles, their breathing shallow and rhythmic.