Loosing ground

I fear that I am loosing ground with my little kitten who I have been trying to socialize. He is dropping weight and ill, shell shocked and hiding. His support team is all gone, fostered out across the city. I feel for him and can do very little more than take him in my arms, endure the initial scratches and sing made up combinations of songs in a Billy Holiday style until he falls asleep. Something between 'I've got a crush on you,' and 'Loverman.' I rub his cheeks until his ears stand up again, forgetting the fear for a few seconds, a few minutes. I tell him that I love him no matter what he has been through. Other plump, less scared kittens look on in a questioning manner. They obviously haven't seen what he has seen, they couldn't begin to understand.