One of my neighbors just knocked on my door and asked me to take 3 little kittens that he’d found underneath the trailer he’d just bought and moved. No mom. Guy hates cats and said he’d kill them if I didn’t take them. At least they can drink milk and eat softened food, but they’re still too young to be away from their mother.
When I hold them they look up at me and cry, but when I talk to them they watch my eyes and stop and listen to me and then squeak back at me softly, telling me a little more of their story.
Three little gifts I needed today. I won’t be able to keep them but I can take care of them for a little while and then find them good homes. It’s been a long time since I’ve had little kittens around. They feel so fragile in my big hands.
Good listening on child abuse prevention:
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