Oh, boy. Kittens.
Mar. 28th, 2009 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
furtechI've been working on a slice-of-life post, since nothing really significant has happened lately. Today was cleaning, a sunset walk in the canyon and then I'd swing by work and pick up some polyfoam mix and a bad monster movie from Amazon. Nice night of cooking and bad horror films.
I heard what I thought was a car alarm or bird near the front door. After I loaded up the stuff, I investigated. Kittens. Several. In a large, cement planter next to the doors (about 4'X4'X4'). So much for a nice, dull evening of rubber monsters and steak.
Dilemma time. Leave for mother cat? Rescue? They were so small that two would easily fit in my hand, with room to spare. Eyes open. Barely. Mewing, a LOT. Five of them. That's why the stage manager next door thought they were a bird or piece of machinery when he'd heard them the day before.
The constant mewling helped the decision; the high mortality rate for feral cats (worse for kittens) was the other. Plus, one of them had already fallen out of the planter (ouch!). I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
martes, since her husband is a vet tech. That led to amazing amounts of stressful drama. Fortunately, Roz is solid came out to get them anyway-- she's a saint (cat-saint). They're adorable as well and not people-fearful yet, so there's a good chance they'll be adoptable. Yay for Roz!
Sorry for the bad pic: I'd left my camera at home downloading-- never thought I'd need it tonight.
*Dogwalks and cooking: it's how I relax when I'm stressed
I heard what I thought was a car alarm or bird near the front door. After I loaded up the stuff, I investigated. Kittens. Several. In a large, cement planter next to the doors (about 4'X4'X4'). So much for a nice, dull evening of rubber monsters and steak.
Dilemma time. Leave for mother cat? Rescue? They were so small that two would easily fit in my hand, with room to spare. Eyes open. Barely. Mewing, a LOT. Five of them. That's why the stage manager next door thought they were a bird or piece of machinery when he'd heard them the day before.
The constant mewling helped the decision; the high mortality rate for feral cats (worse for kittens) was the other. Plus, one of them had already fallen out of the planter (ouch!). I called
martes, since her husband is a vet tech. That led to amazing amounts of stressful drama. Fortunately, Roz is solid came out to get them anyway-- she's a saint (cat-saint). They're adorable as well and not people-fearful yet, so there's a good chance they'll be adoptable. Yay for Roz!Sorry for the bad pic: I'd left my camera at home downloading-- never thought I'd need it tonight.
*Dogwalks and cooking: it's how I relax when I'm stressed
