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I took in three kittens as fosters for a local rescue. They were on the euth list at a shelter. The smallest black and white ones were about 6 weeks, maybe younger. One didn't make it. I syringe fed him and kept him warm, but he never thrived. His brother got bigger and became a sweet, lovable kitty. The older orange one, 8-10 weeks had an infected eye but was otherwise healthy. I kept them in a bathroom so I could catch the orange one to put ointment in his eye. He never warmed up to me like the other one. When his eye had healed, I put them in a bedroom where they have plenty of room to play. The orange one hid and continued to hiss and spit when I would enter. Then the little one got ringworm. He lets me put cream on him, but makes it clear he doesn't like it. Then the orange one got it on his face. I ended up catching him with a net and putting them both in a bathroom (they hate to be separated) so I could put the medicine on them. He hisses and spits, but goes limp when I pick him up to put the medicine on. My problem is that I feel horrible. The kittens are miserable in the bathroom. They cry all the time. Especially the little friendly one, who is getting bigger and stronger. He wants love so badly. I used to sleep in their room some nights and he would cuddle with me. But he is covered in ringworm and I'm afraid of getting spores in the carpet and furniture in the bedroom. I'm heartbroken that they are miserable, but I don't see any other choice. How do I deal with the guilt?