I was alerted by the AWESOME Chuck and Danielle, the two that built a shelter, and feed daily, the cats at DeGeorge Ceilings on Parsells, where Chuck works, and convince his boss, the owner, to let him place a shelter there next to the business, that there were newborn kittens discovered yesterday morning. One was dead. One was alone in a different cubby than the other (the shelter is comprised of several little 'apartments'. No sign of the mother. I told them to put the lone one in with the others, and leave them be, for now, to see if the mother comes back. I checked on them this morning, but the way Chuck has the tarp rigged up and nailed down, I couldn't see inside very well. I let them know, and hopefully they will go there this morning to find out if kittens are still there, and still alive.
If they are, I have bottle feeders on standby thanks to Keller's Kats. I was speaking to Karla yesterday about a venture she is interested in starting, and I mentioned these kittens, and how I don't have anyone to bottle feed, so there you go, she offered.
And really thats all the news I have. I have an adopter for Gracie, and the kittens are now ... 9 days old? Adorable.
"Sometimes you need those bad days, because it helps you to truly appreciate the good ones."
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