A few mornings ago I received a phone call from our VERY HIGH KILL animal control. I was half asleep, but they said that a woman had brought in a litter of 4 week old kittens that would immediately be PTS if she left them there. They were filthy dirty, full of fleas and screaming to eat! How could I possibly turn them away?

I gave the woman directions to my house and quickly threw on some clothes. As soon as they arrived, I ran to Petsmart and got some KMR. After a quick belly-filling, they each got a much needed BATH! They cleaned up really well and they were sooooooo happy to have food in their bellies!

Yesterday when I went to my vets office to get an antibiotic and some Viralys for Daxter's URI, I found out that one of the receptionists there is the one who gave out my name and number to the animal control. I had wondered how they called me, just figured they still had my name in their system from all the kitties I had pulled there in the past. Anyway, she said that she figured if anyone could save them, it was me. That was a nice compliment, or at least a cover so I wouldn't get mad for her giving out my name and number!

Ok, enough gabbing ... here they are:

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They are now about 5 weeks old.