Boots was the last one to be caught. Max had to crawl under the house, break a piece of wood to get Boots head out. He was cold and barely alive. He wasn't strong enough to eat so we used a little kitten bottle and forced warm milk into his mouth. He stayed in a carrier on a padded hot water bottle all night. It was hard for me to fall asleep as I kept checking on him. When I woke up the next morning, I was afraid of what I would find in the carrier but I found him alive and moving around. Gotta love a determined kitty.