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A small surprise
Today I stayed home to clean the house and pack for Maine. I wanted to make sure the kitchen was clean and the bathroom was scrubbed before we left, and it is. (you can tell from the Eau de Bleach, my latest perfume...)
Well, anyway, I was going to meet my husband at the sandwich shop next door to tell him that I didn't want him to buy me a certain sandwich - he was going there from work with his friends, and he said he'd get me something. I got there early and sat down on a bench outside to wait.
As I was sitting, I heard a very persistent, loud cry from somewhere in the bushes. I poked around and listened, and I finally saw the source of the squeak crawling around in a window well. It was a little gray kitten, no more than 2-3 weeks old. I picked the squalling little thing up and tried to comfort it, even though I had no food. It stripey sibling started crying too, so I carefully lowered myself into the well to have a look.
The stripey fellow and the grey squeaker had been lying on top of a third orange brother, who was clearly the runt. It looked sick, and it was about half the size of the others. Of course, my heart broke and I went in to tell the shopkeepers about the kittens. They brought out milk, and one of them went to the vet for an eyedropper and kitten formula. The runt was carefully cleaned off (his little eyes has been crusted shut) and when I left, it looked like he was shortly going to have some loving human parents to take care of him. Mama-cat probably wasn't taking care of him if he was sick, so I'm glad he is going to have a good home.
My husband arrived in time to see me petting the gray one, and he confessed later that he was very glad I hadn't asked to keep it, because he would have said "yes." We just can't have a cat here. But the grey one was so cute....
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This is probably my last LJ entry for a while. See you all around the 29th!
Well, anyway, I was going to meet my husband at the sandwich shop next door to tell him that I didn't want him to buy me a certain sandwich - he was going there from work with his friends, and he said he'd get me something. I got there early and sat down on a bench outside to wait.
As I was sitting, I heard a very persistent, loud cry from somewhere in the bushes. I poked around and listened, and I finally saw the source of the squeak crawling around in a window well. It was a little gray kitten, no more than 2-3 weeks old. I picked the squalling little thing up and tried to comfort it, even though I had no food. It stripey sibling started crying too, so I carefully lowered myself into the well to have a look.
The stripey fellow and the grey squeaker had been lying on top of a third orange brother, who was clearly the runt. It looked sick, and it was about half the size of the others. Of course, my heart broke and I went in to tell the shopkeepers about the kittens. They brought out milk, and one of them went to the vet for an eyedropper and kitten formula. The runt was carefully cleaned off (his little eyes has been crusted shut) and when I left, it looked like he was shortly going to have some loving human parents to take care of him. Mama-cat probably wasn't taking care of him if he was sick, so I'm glad he is going to have a good home.
My husband arrived in time to see me petting the gray one, and he confessed later that he was very glad I hadn't asked to keep it, because he would have said "yes." We just can't have a cat here. But the grey one was so cute....
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This is probably my last LJ entry for a while. See you all around the 29th!
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Just 2-3 weeks old ? Poor little fellows... awww....
Good thing you discovered the kittens so they could get help, poor things.
Have a good trip and see you when you come back.