Oh god, oh god, oh GOD! Please, I hope they’ll be okay!
I HATE HATE HATE people who abuse animals, especially cats. I know, why cats over other animals? I dunno, I just love cats.
WAAAHHH!!!
Fuckers. Goddamn FUCKERS!
Well, at least he called you to tell you about the kittens. (I know, it’s a small thing, but he must know who you are, and that you would come get them.)
Did you get the dog adopted out, Magayuk, you hero you?
Magayuk,
You kick ass.
Magayuk, you TOTALLY rock and you are now my new hero! I am glad there are people like you in the world. You have just completely restored my faith in humanity. I know there is a special place in Heaven for you, right next to Saint Francis of Assisi.
I wish I lived closer to you, because I would be more than happy to adopt some of those kitties from you. All three of our current furry babies (well, OK, they’re not babies any more, since the youngest is almost three, but STILL) were rescued, because some dear soul like yourself saved them and cared for them until we could bring them home.
For whatever it is worth: if you want to contact me, I would be willing to send you some $$, either for to you or to your local shelter, to help with the care of these cats, or any other foster animals you might have. I can’t send much, but I will send whatever I can. You can’t do it alone, and this is the best way I can think of to help you - and THANK YOU!
Magayuk, you completely rock. I thought this was going to be a rant about someone trying to make you take in kittens you didn’t want. But, no, this was a rescue story, and did I mention you rock?
I wish I lived nearby, I’d love to take in a kitten. Here’s hoping they do get nice homes!
In the town where I used to live, there’s a women who, in effect, runs a private shelter. (Last I heard she had 92 cats!) She takes in homeless strays, but does not invite people to drop off their unwanted pets at her door. But of course, word gets around, and cheap bastards would be dumping cats on her doorstep at nights, knowing she would take them in regardless. I really enjoyed myself when some bastard was caugth on tape dropping off four kittens, and had to pay a fine of about 5,200 US$. Hah:>
You ARE the MAN!
Best wishes for continued good health to you and the fuzzers.
Sounds like the place where we got three of our cats from (well, four, but Tess had to be put to sleep).
She owns a horse farm, and takes in cats that nobody wants and tries to find them homes. She also has about maybe, fourteen cats of her own-she’s almost a one woman operation with volunteers and other helpers, of course.
No, can you believe that? I get home, and I have a message on my machine that they weren’t coming, they had found a dog elsewhere (this is after I have been emailing back and forth over a week). How they found a dog overnight…
I just got home from work, they seem to be doing alright, I am a little worried about Brown Stripey (I have run out of cat names, if anyone has any good ones…). He is smaller than the other ones (I have seen pet rats bigger), and he eats constantly. Which sounds like a good thing, but I have seen undersized kitttens that eat as much as they can, and still never get bigger…I think it is a matter of not being able to digest the food properly.
Anyway, so far so good.
Maybe it’s just me, but from your description of the phone call, Magayuk, it sounds like the guy called you more for the thrill of jerking your chain than out of hope you would rescue the cats in time. He may have been hiding somewhere nearby watching to see if you’d make in time.
I’m glad the kittens are ok, but even more so, I’m glad you’re ok. If I’d gotten that call, I would have suspected it was a trick to lure me out somewhere where I could be easily robbed, beaten up, or killed.
You’re one of the good ones, man, but be careful.
Have you reported this to the police? They might be interested. If the halfwit was too stupid to take them to a shelter, he might have been too stupid to call you from a payphone, in which case, a simple check by the police of your phone records will let them know the location of the genetic throwback who did this and he could get nailed on some animal cruelty charges.
Good job, nonetheless.
Our she-cats are named Hallie and Zoë, and our man-child boy-cat is named Owen. Feel free to use any of those names. I have also always wanted to name a cat Wendy, but don’t ask me why. Lena is a great cat name, as is Cleo. Is Brown Stripey a male or a female? I know a guy with two cats, both males, named “Mr. Pants” and Jeff.
Oh, if any of the males are black (or mostly black), you could name them after the Brothers Young from AC/DC - Angus or Malcolm (because they [the cats] would be “Back In Black,” obviously).
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Few years back, Mrs M and I had just been to visit my Dad and we were starting on the long drive home, and as we were driving through a little Wiltshire village called Ford we saw a kitten walking around in the road. We stopped the car, got out and picked it up. By this time we saw an elderly woman leaning on her garden gate, so we asked if kitty was hers. Nope, she’d seen a car pull in a few minutes before and someone open the passenger door before driving off again. Fucktards.
Anyway, the Mrs and I briefly clashed wills over whether or not to adopt this little black and white china-blue-eyed ball of fluff and eventually I gave in… we already had one cat and she would have hated another one in the house, we figured. So we drove the few miles back to my sister’s. She, I should explain, knows practically everyone in the village and it was an easy guess she would know someone who might take a kitten in. And within the half hour we were turning up on someone’s doorstep where they had a large dog (which took one look at the kitten and immediately began to wash it) and a small girl (who had recently had a cat run over). Small girl and kitten adored each other on sight and small girl was amenable to Mal’s suggestion to call the kitten “Ford”. (Hey, it’s not a bad name for a kitten.)
Doesn’t it give you a nice warm feeling when things work out? 
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In defense of the OP’s “Evil Guy,” it is possible that he himself did not put the kittens in the shaft but rather happened to see them there and called Magayuk to get them “before they git drowned.” Meaning, HE wasn’t going to drown them; but they would drown if someone didn’t rescue them. He does sound like he’s not the full shilling - a little more explanation might have been in order - but that doesn’t mean he actually did the evil deed.
Is there an echo in here?
Magayuk, truly awesome.
I’ve had several dogs in my life, (not a cat person, but definately an animal person) and all of them have been shelter kids, i think you tend to get the best of both worlds with a mutt. About 2 years ago I had to put my childhood friend Khasi, an auburn shepherd husky mix, down after 23 years (yes, 23 human years). It broke my heart. Still, I went right back into the shelter and adopted another mutt, Cosmo is a shepherd great dane mix (those sheps really get around) whose litter was found in a shopping cart, all had parvo (?) and were quite sick, all were nursed back to health and adopted, thanks to people like you Magayuk. Keep up the good work, indeed.
–What Would Scooby Doo?
It is, indeed, kitten season. I get my new little kitty tomorrow after work. Our first stop is the vet, as she has a butt worm. Her human mom took in three strays and they all gave birth at the same time. She now has THIRTEEN kittens. She’s taking Polaroid pictures of them and bringing the photos to work (nice marketing tool!).
They’re sooooo cute! I may have to take two. On account of they’re cute.
But, I have to agree with Eve. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m going where those kittens were found (alone, anyway). I’d be scared I’d end up like the kittens! Brave you for rescueing them!
I do a bit of volunteer work with a local rescue group (they get animals out of one of the locals shelters, which has a seven-day in-out policy; basically, getting sent there is a death sentence) and they do get kittens dumped on them. Right now they have about a MILLION kittens. It’s great fun for me, but how hard is it, really, to get your cat fixed?
Poor babies. I’m glad they, and you, are all right. Some people just make me sick. Even if the guy who called wasn’t the one who put them there, SOME sick fuck did…
This makes me want to cry. 
I just don’t understand random cruelty. There are so many options that could have been taken, but this person chose to torture those poor kitties. I am truly having a hard time not bawling right here at work.
Thank you, Magayuk for not ignoring that phone call, even though it was inconvenient for you. Thank you for driving all the way out there and climbing down that shaft. You are one of the good ones.