Last night when the hubby and I were walking the dog, we saw a kitten of about 3-4 months old running across the street and into the back laneway.
I was like, "OMG, that's just a little kitten." So we headed into the laneway and found the kitten under a dumpster behind a restaurant. While I was bending down and putting some food down to coax the kitty out, which he did, this guy came along and asked if we had the kitten. I asked him if it was his and he said no. BUT, he did pick it up and tried to clean it as it's back end was so full of caked on poop. The kitten did smell like you wouldn't believe. Get this, he tried to clean it with dirty puddle water and then put it into a plastic bag, but it got out. I aked him what the sam "H" did he plan on doing with it. He said he was just trying to clean it. Anyway to make a long story short, my hubby said under no certain terms were we going to bring this kitten back home as he didn't want to jeopardize our cats getting sick since we had nowhere to put it. Deep in my heart, I knew he was right. With a heavy heart we walked away. My hubby gave me the old speech about not be able to save them all. I know what you are all thinking, but please keep reading. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well last night just thinking about this baby out in the cold. This morning while walking Buddy, I detoured into the laneway and was calling to see if the kitten would come out. It didn't. BUT this afternoon, while going outside to check my mail, I spotted it running across the street about half way down from my place. I grabbed my coat, put on my shoes, went and got one of my cat carriers and out the door I went.
More in next post. I'm sorry this is longer than expected.
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