I started the week outside in the woods, hanging out in a tree trunk. The woods are where I was born. My mom, a sweet black cat, once had a home just up the hill from here. Then her people moved away and left her behind. She survived the winter hanging out in a storm sewer. In the spring, she had a litter of kittens. Then she had another litter—mine—just a few weeks ago. There were six of us. This is what happens when people don’t spay and neuter their pets. One cat turns into nine or ten in just a matter of months.
Today some people with live traps that say “Feline Rescue” came and took away my two older sisters (from mom’s spring litter) to be spayed. They tried to take mom too, but when they saw she was nursing more babies, decided to leave her behind to take care of us. They don’t know where we are hiding J
We’ve been spotted playing at the edge of the woods!
The people came back, and I was the only one to wander over to them for food. Oops, I’ve been caught!
Turns out that being caught is not so bad. At first I was scared and missed my mom (hopefully she and the other babies will agree to be rescued soon) but now I get to hang out with my big sisters. They've taken me under their wings, showing me how to eat canned food like a big girl, how to play, and how to purr when I get petted. Now all we have left to learn is what it’s like to live in a home.
I hope this next week will end in a foster home! And I hope someone has room for all three of us! Please call Molly at 651-295-3758 or email firstname.lastname@example.org if you can foster us.