My Sunday started as easy, soft and quiet as I could wish for a Sunday morning. Just coffee on the patio listening to the thunder leftover from an early desert thunderstorm. Gradually, i tried on my day, with nothing pressing to attend to.

Through the hallway to the bedrooms where my daughters slept, I heard the whispered voice of my husband. As low as it was, the tone was one of alarm.

I darted down the hall and turned the corner to see him holding one the tiny forms of a kitten, my daughters' cat had just given birth to Friday night. "I think he's gone." He said still whispering.

I saw a limp, flimsy kitten with purple-gray nose and lips. My husband was gently jiggling it; talking to it. "Wake up. Come on." I began to rub it's tiny rib cage and whistling air into his nostrils. Nothing.

Neither of us said what I'm sure we were both thinking. This was hopeless. It's just too tiny, too young. It never had a fighting chance.

We continued our limited efforts to revive the infant blonde baby. Then it's head wobbled ever so slightly and through it's open mouth, a single sucking gasp! This gave us a glimmer of hope. We continued stroking the little body and offering our breaths.

My husband passed him to me as he had been on his way out the door. He asked if I would be alright and I nodded, not really sure at all.

My daughter was waking up asking me what was wrong and I told her.

She sat with me on the edge of her bed, while I continued our life saving measures as best I could. The kitten made several more intermittent sucking gasps. But were these to be his last? The last thing I could think about was failure and the inevitability that this little life just wasn't meant to be. I didn't watch the clock but later realized at least 30 minutes had gone by when we saw the kitten finally move one of his limp front legs and his head and let out a squeal! We were ecstatic! Yes! We kept rubbing the little form and blowing and finally were able to see he actually was taking in breaths. His little body was expanding and deflating with each breath.

I was shaking as I handed him off to my daughter and went to get some canned milk and a baby spoon. (No miniature baby bottles to be found).

He took the milk AND swallowed it! We were thrilled! I was still nervous about leaving him alone in the bed with Mommy and not watch him. We have had 'kitty watch' all day.

He's still pink, fluffy and breathing on his own. We're going to bed now.

Tomorrow will be just another beautiful day in paradise.