I have been going like a nut all day. I got a call from (our not too usefull) Animal Control Officer regarding newborns at a nearby apartment/project. I'm glad I went when I did, and somehow located the mama I named Marigold in the corner of thick hedges and against a brick wall. With ACO's help, I got her out using the rabies pole, and climbed in and got her six newborn babies. I got them home here, put the ACO's carrier in the bathroom with Marigold, and then went to give her the kittens. Two were separated, the other four were completely tangled by umbilical cords to each other. Hubby and I couldn't do the job that needed extra hands, so I went to the vets office with the four. The beige baby (the rest are orange) had lost circulation in his hind leg and it's horribly swollen, and purple. It's hopefully going to heal or else I don't know what's going to happen. The family is in a foster home, along with a few others from here. Larry is planning on getting up every two hours and soaking and massaging the kitten's foot. My life can never be plain old dull can it? Sweet abandoned mama shouldn't have to live like garbage, and give birth in a dirt hole in the bushes.



Proud new mama Marigold nursing the kids



Beige baby's poor foot