I found three wild kittens in the back alley where I live. I called local services and they’re going to come and rescue them one of these days. I just adore animals and I’d have taken them in if they had been tame and if my lease had allowed it. For now, all I can hope for is that they’ll find a good home.
Several months ago my daughter called me to the window to observe two cats “fighting.” Err…
Just the other day we heard some faint mewing near some thick holly ferns in back. Parting the growth, I saw 4 little bitty kittens. Frustrated as I am that some owners are leaving unspayed/neutered cats roaming about, these kittens will likely be amusing to watch develop.
I suppose once they’re of adoption age we’ll call a shelter to come rescue them.
Well… I found lots of things wrong with Denmark when I was there, but right now I’m just angry that there’s no such thing as Kitten Post, so there’s no way I can adopt little puss-in-boots.
Call them sooner than that- the sooner feral kittens are socialized to humans, the friendlier they can become, which makes it much more likely that they will be able to be adopted.
This happened to the wife a few years back. It was a cold and rainy fall day and she was walking home from the supermarket (we live right behind a mall that contains one) when she heard a mewling nearby. It was coming from a cardboard box someone put in a shopping cart and abandoned there. The box was closed, fortunately, so they weren’t terribly wet, but the wife couldn’t just leave them there, so she brought them home.
There were three of them, and they were squeeably adorable. We took care of them for a good week or two while we posted online to local boards we frequent in order find homes for them. And find homes we did, too – though sadly they had to be split up. Still, it was a better fate than they could have suffered.
When I got up this morning as I was stumbling around half naked looking for a clean shirt to wear I heard this pitiful mewling coming from my porch. Both of my cats seemed anxious about it.
I put the coffee on and finally found a shirt (my back porch looks out onto a busy residential street, I wasn’t going out there in just my bra) to put on and opened the door to see what all the commotion was about.
There, curled up in the corner of my tiny little porch was an adorable black and white kitty. I opened the sliding glass door and stepped outside and he took off running like a bat out of hell.
Good thing too, I might have found myself with a third cat. The last thing I need is another cat.
(but he was really, really cute) I hope he finds his way home.
I don’t understand it either. It may have something to do with the fact that the various Humane Society branches around here usually charge a fee (for shots) if you bring in a stray to your local branch. This tends to discourage people from doing just that – though this may also be the point, given how full the shelters are already. Oddly, they don’t charge if you reside outside the city of the shelter you bring it to however, but this wasn’t feasible for us, and anyway we’re equipped to deal with cats (we have 4 of our own) and we’d rather get them into good homes as soon as possible ourselves.
Of course, we love kitties, so there is just a slightly selfish motive to that, too.