It's the sign you never want to see, the bane of every cat rescuer: Free kittens, please knock. I walked up to door where the hand scrawled sign was, and based on the appearance of the place, wished I had told somebody where I was going. I took a deep breath and knocked. A woman in a tank top and pyjama pants surrounded by children answered the door and when I asked about the kittens brought them into the entryway to show me. No questions asked, she was just ready to hand them over.
Inner sigh, but I said I would help and take the male this week to be neutered as a start and would take the other kittens as soon as they were old enough. Then we will figure out the females, deja vu from the other day. These situations must be everywhere, and there is no easy way to solve them. I just try to take it one at a time and do what I can.
At least this bunch will all get spayed and neutered before they go to homes. So adorable!