My excitement quickly diminished when the vet called to tell me that she had already been spayed but had terrible dental problems and needed some teeth pulled. I couldn't say no, not wanting her to be in pain, so there goes a couple of hundred dollars. At least they will ear tip her so we'll know she's been spayed. I have to wonder about her story, the vet says she's around 7 years old, and she's pretty friendly, rubbing around our legs. She must have had a home at some point - who knows how she ended up at our outpost of civilization.
Saturday was rainy but that didn't stop Jackson from greeting me at the car.
Jackson loves to eat and doesn't hesitate to hide his impatience while I set up.
We've named the two kittens Mo and Jo. Mo is the black one and Jo is the tortishell. I think they are about 12 or so weeks old and must have come from the pontoon. They are still pretty shy but seem to be sorting out that we are the food people.