I don't have a lot to report today. I felt so discouraged this morning. My mood usually picks up halfway through my route because I know I am almost done, and on my way home to ready myself for work and forget all the sadness I've seen that morning. But I recalled what I saw at my 5th spot, on Hayward - two tiny baby red kittens on the sidewalk in front of the house where I feed the adult cats. They quickly ran into the bushes as I got out of the car. They could be held easily in the palm of my hands. They were SO tiny. THAT breaks my heart. Knowing these innocent and vulnerable little bits of beating hearts are where they are - outside - vulnerable to anything that happens to them. And so much could. I know there is a third kitten, a black one, but I didn't see that one when I pulled up. Just those two little red ones. I managed to get a photo of a cat there that was waiting for me to fill the empty bowls with food and water. I do believe this is the mom. I must figure out something soon, for all of them.
As I have said before, and lately, this is a very hard thing to do each and every day. I know they depend on me for food and water, I believe many would suffer greatly if I stopped feeding them, and sheltering them in the winter months. I struggle every week trying to come up with money for their food. I know I can't depend on people for donations, people have their own lives, their own charities that they give to, I get occasional donations from people, and thank you for that, but I am spending close to $125 dollars on average per week feeding and sometimes fixing these cats. Its killing me. I am just me, alone doing this, and its hard. Sorry to be a downer today, but seeing these kittens is so disheartening to me, it really makes me wonder why I do what I do, when it will never end. :(