It is suspected that the kitties were never weaned before their mother passed away. They didn't understand the reason for the milk and rice (yes, Khmer kitties eat rice) that was left out daily for them. Instead, they hid in fear.
Karen and I live upstairs from a vet. He took a look at them and said they weren't in the best condition. They hadn't eaten since Tuesday and some looked worse than others. Giving us some directions (and even gave us some free syringes to feed them!), we took the kitties home - in hopes that we can nurse them back to health and find them better homes.
Gollum snuggled up into my arms after the tuk tuk ride. He took a nap on my arms and licked the milk off of my hands. He is a skinny fellow. It was a tough struggle trying to get these kitties to take in the milk. Gollum even ran to the back of our refrigerator and got his head stuck in a loop. They kept on growling and trying to attack us. It's funny how we're just the same, without the proper foundation in life - we struggle tough in life. We don't know what is good or bad for us. What is trying to harm or protect us. Through the rough patches, we remember what the Father clearly has and continues to teach us. His love is enough.