This week we found three orphaned kittens in our garage. They were cold, but alive and in very bad shape. None the less, we picked them up, washed them and warmed them up and fed them from tiny little bottles to try to keep them alive, but they didn't make it. It was all very sad.
One day this week I got a call from my friend, Krista, that Michael's school had called her to come get him because he'd been sick in the yard outside school and I hadn't answered the phone. So, I went and got him and he was fine by afternoon. But, my mother called to check on him this afternoon, because apparently they called her , as well.
Called Kathleen, the breeder we know (Kate used to date her son), to come give advice about the kittens, and when she came over she told the story about Animal control taking her cats from her. Looked it up online and
this is her. I've been fostering a cat of hers for almost a year. She told me Animal control tried to get her to give up the names of the people who had her other cats, but that she wouldn't. I called the humane society to let them know I had one of them. I am hoping I might be able to get the cat spayed for free out of the deal. She's actually a pretty good cat, so we're going to keep her.
When Kathleen was at the house, though, it was really sort of creepy. She was roughhousing with the cat, poking at her and petting her too hard and the cat hissed and swatted at her. I have never seen this cat hiss at anyone for any reason, and I've let a three year old loose on her. It was pretty crazy. But, I guess that's what happens when you treat your pets with respect... they're nice to you in return.
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