If y'all remember Peepers. She is the girl I rescued from Parsells on April 9th. Barefoot and pregnant. Well, look who had her babies!
I kept her warm and safe for a week and she was then whisked off to a woman that I don't know - arranged by a friend of mine - to foster her and help deliver her babies because of how far along she was. From the pictures, she looks to be a good mom. I've tried to reach out to the woman for a little more information, but don't seem to get responses from her. Thats the only hard part of what I do, is when someone, or a rescue group that I don't know takes in my little ones that I love and care for on the streets, and I don't have any say, or get any information from, about the cat. But that's the chance you take when trying to decide what is best for that animal. You just have to trust that all will be ok.
It was a very foggy morning, you could cut it with a knife. We had heavy downpours, thunder and lightning yesterday afternoon, surely spoiling the many Mother's Day cookouts going on around Rochester. We definitely need the rain, but how frightening it must be for homeless animals. The rain came down in buckets, and the sound of the booms of thunder made you jump.
In the quietness of the morning when I go out to feed the cats, just around 5 am. you start to hear the birds. They make the most eerie sounds. I sometimes have to stop and just listen, because it almost sounds like baby kittens crying. Terrible to think it actually could be kittens.
Have a good day all.
""Hope" is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul - and sings the tune without the words - and never stops - all."