The more I thought about the mama the more I worried about her chances of getting picked at the shelter. I think she’s beautiful but I know about black pet syndrome and I had my doubts.
I could have just kept feeding them outside until the kittens were weaned and ready, but I could not stop worrying about them. In the week’s time that had passed since I had decided to adopt them out myself, they had become much more mobile, and I was very afraid they would venture out and get hurt.
The guest room was empty, but I didn’t think it was a good idea to bring them in with me being gone each day for school. Even if they were behind a closed door, what if Wiley got so worked up he scratched at it and/or ate it, Leroy-style?
By the way, me trying to climb the fence to get the kittens must have been great entertainment for the neighbors. I figure it probably looked a little like this.
Keep your rescue stories coming please! Any kind of rescue pet is welcome, cats too. ;-)
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