Five of Five

There was a wild litter of kittens behind Steve's house. A nice lady helped us capture the first bold four. She popped them into a lovely carrier, and made off with them. She coordinates with a shelter.

The last of the bunch wouldn't come out of hiding.

We left a tempting plate of food near the shed.

After our meeting, I went out back to check again. There she was, sniffing at the food. I pounced and brought her inside, and we called the nice lady to come reunite the family.

In the meantime, I literally spoon fed the runty little girl, who was shaking with hunger while she ate. Then she climbed all over me, purring like an outboard motor and mewing vociferously for her family. Naturally I fell in love.

Cutest. Kitty. EVAR.



























I want a kitty.