I walked into the back bathroom totally expecting the little black one to be dead, and was quite shocked when I found him totally overheated. He had crawled into the back corner of the box where it was the warmest, and apparently could not get himself out. he was panting heavily and his tongue was bright pink. Almost a bubble gum pink. A quick bath in some cold water, and some lukewarm food seemed to have set him straight. I put him in the luke warm corner. He flomped around, finding the warmest spot again, then before I was finished with the other, he had flomped back into the middle again.
Two more feedings to go. Hopefully someone else can take them tomorrow.
