During the entire process she let out the most pathetic high pitched "mews." Then when we were done I toweled her off and she buried her face in my neck, shaking. Now the poor drowned rat of a kitten is pretty much dry and sleeping in our bed under the covers. This way she won't catch another cold.
I am having the WORST time breathing. It's an effort to expand my chest with each breath. Oh well, at least the house and the cat are clean. Tomorrow I'll go for a run and a bike ride to clear out my system.
But man, I feel like crap.