Thanks guys, hadn't thought of body heat or the dryer...I sat with them in my hands wrapped in a dryer-warmed towel. That got them moving a little again. Two of the three viable kits look...moderate, the third doesn't look good. The last peanut is just twitching a little, no normal movements.
I built a nice nest for them in the nest box, wrapped them up in hay and fur, and put the nest box with the three normal kits back in there. This peanut is on his way out, poor thing. I don't want him to die and chill the litter, so...he's just here being kept warm by my laptop. I don't expect him to make it much longer.
I bred Breezy and Liz on the same day, hoping they'd kindle on the same day, my fear was the first-timer Breezy might do something stupid like this and I wanted fostering to be an option. Little did I know it would be LIZ to make the stupid mistake!!! If Breezy kindles today (please oh please, Breezy, KINDLE TODAY!!!) I'm gonna immediately cull any peanuts and put these three normal Liz-kits into Breezy's litter. Her nest box has a nice nest in it, I think she'll do a better job of raising them.
Drat it all, my first Mini Rex litter, too!!! I think all three of the normal kits are otters, too. EXACTLY what I wanted from her.
It was kinda traumatic...when I fed last night, Liz seemed disinterested in pellets, so I figured maybe she'd kindle in the night. Last night we had a really heavy storm, enough that it actually woke me a few times. When I got up this morning, I thought Hey, I wonder if I have babies today! I casually put on my shoes, asked my dad to put the coffee on, and went out to see...and nearly stepped on a kit.
As soon as I saw one, I saw three (the peanuts took a little more in-depth searching) and they were just in the mud, not moving. It was clear what happened...she kindled on the wire and the kits fell out of the cage (note to self: BABY SAVER WIRE, when you get a chance, Kyle, BABY SAVER WIRE) and landed in the mud. It rained all night, and while the cage blocks are sheltered under the lean-to, it's just dirt underneath. Poor little souls, I thought they were just dead.
Cursing Liz's incompetence under my breath, I picked one up, and it moved and made a really weak peep-ing sound. Cue the utter HORROR...it was sad enough to think they chilled and died in a puddle in a storm, even WORSE to think of them suffering and alive in that mud puddle!!!
I grabbed them all, hunted down the peanuts, and came charging inside hollering at my dad to get some hot water on. He was as horrified as I was, we washed the dirt off and began trying to warm them. He kept saying "but we made those nice special boxes for them! Why wouldn't she USE it?!" I had to explain to him that some does don't have good instincts. It boggled his mind that a doe's natural maternal instincts might be lacking. He gawked in horror when I told him I know a gal who had a doe eat the ears off her kits!!!!
Anyways. The storm is raging on out there. If any of these tiny little beings survives, they are SO getting named after this storm. I hope Breezy kindles today...I think she'll have them in the nest box, she's built a great nest in there for them already. If she does, I will give her Liz's kits.
However I'm not hopeful. Those kits don't look great right now. Their tummies are wrinkly. Liz doesn't seem to have any desire to do anything but eat the hay out of the nest box. I'm just very disappointed right now.