Got up this morning and started some prep work for cooking. BooBoo was sitting on the litter box bench staring out the French door. I opened the door and.....oh help me, the tiniest little kitten (looking like a straggly Mollipop baby) was curled up on the pool cover and staring straight in the door way.
She's really scared; as soon as I brought a box out to the deck she ran into the roses. I brought some canned food out and put it on the cover....she hasn't touched it. I just went out to take some trash to the can and she was huddled on the pool sidewalk. But she again ran under the roses. So I brought new food out and put it right by the bushes; I'll check in a little while and see if she's eaten any.
If I can catch her, my sister will bring the cage back over to me and we'll put her in the computer room. I don't know what else to do. Nobody wants a stray baby.
Dear God, I can't have eight cats in the house. I just can't. It just breaks my heart.
She's really scared; as soon as I brought a box out to the deck she ran into the roses. I brought some canned food out and put it on the cover....she hasn't touched it. I just went out to take some trash to the can and she was huddled on the pool sidewalk. But she again ran under the roses. So I brought new food out and put it right by the bushes; I'll check in a little while and see if she's eaten any.
If I can catch her, my sister will bring the cage back over to me and we'll put her in the computer room. I don't know what else to do. Nobody wants a stray baby.
Dear God, I can't have eight cats in the house. I just can't. It just breaks my heart.