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Slightly sad, this is your warning.
So Wednesday last week my mum picks me up at work and tells me that the feral cat has moved her kittens into our garage. YAY KITTENS TO LOOK AT!!
The very next morning the feral cat is laying on the edge of our lawn, she got hit by a car and did not make it. Now we have two orphans in our garage. We are very thankful that she moved them there and that they are old enough to eat real food.
Thankfully we have a cat so we had tinned food for them, now we have lots of tins. They are just the cutest little things, but totally afraid of us still. We give them food and during the day leave the back door of the garage open so they can play and explore the world of the backyard. At night we put food down, they know the sound of the spoon on the plate and come running in. Once both are accounted for we close the door.
The local vet receptionist is checking what they might be able to do to help us out, we don't really want to keep them, but we want to make sure they go someplace safe, and if there's any health issues in the immediate future we can't afford to take them to the vet, so she's looking to see if the doctors will offer any help like that.
In the meantime they are worming their way into our hearts, today I watched through the back window as one of them stalked a bit of rope laying on the porch and the other played with the dead leaves.
I want to keep them and snoogle them, but I can't.
So Wednesday last week my mum picks me up at work and tells me that the feral cat has moved her kittens into our garage. YAY KITTENS TO LOOK AT!!
The very next morning the feral cat is laying on the edge of our lawn, she got hit by a car and did not make it. Now we have two orphans in our garage. We are very thankful that she moved them there and that they are old enough to eat real food.
Thankfully we have a cat so we had tinned food for them, now we have lots of tins. They are just the cutest little things, but totally afraid of us still. We give them food and during the day leave the back door of the garage open so they can play and explore the world of the backyard. At night we put food down, they know the sound of the spoon on the plate and come running in. Once both are accounted for we close the door.
The local vet receptionist is checking what they might be able to do to help us out, we don't really want to keep them, but we want to make sure they go someplace safe, and if there's any health issues in the immediate future we can't afford to take them to the vet, so she's looking to see if the doctors will offer any help like that.
In the meantime they are worming their way into our hearts, today I watched through the back window as one of them stalked a bit of rope laying on the porch and the other played with the dead leaves.
I want to keep them and snoogle them, but I can't.