Guys, I'm sitting here bawling right now, my next door neighbors little dautchunds just came down (something they rarely ever do) and attacked and killed the kitten that one of my feral mom-cats had just brought up to feed this morning. I was able to catch it at lunch, but it got away from me, if only I'd tried harder to bring it in, it would still be here. Hub has gone out to bury him, while I sit here trying to collect myself. I heard the ruckus, and went out and ran them off, was able to hold it while it took its last breaths, but was unable to do anything for it. R.I.P. little precious boy!