I headed west after work last night for a trapping session. At first it looked like it was going to be a dismal night, no cats came running when we opened the garage. I moved a trap into the yard and soon heard a snap. We had caught the fluffy black kitten below. No way he is Pixie and Button's sibling, he is twice their size, but turned out to be totally tame, so I popped him into a carrier and reset the trap. About twenty minutes later, we caught an orange male, great, but not the calicos we had so desperately hoped to get. It seemed like that was going to be the night when the guy who lives in the House of Horrors came out and said "I've got some kittens inside, do you want them?" Of course I said yes, and he handed me the dilute tortie and orange and white ones. They appear to be about 9 weeks old, with goopy eyes. God bless Connie, I called her and she said sure, bring them over. I expected to find Pixie and Button's sibling, not all these others.
|The kittens that were handed over - now safe at Connie's|
|Another adorable kitten who settled right in and started playing|
Tonight I have to transport cats to and from the clinic and still have to try to catch Tina. Better do some carb loading.