Earlier I went round to my local farm shop. The farm had a sign saying "Kittens for sale". I asked about them and turned out they were feral and were sleeping in the barn in a cardboard box.
I was immediatly concerned for them. The farmer also showed me another litter of feral kittens sleeping under a tracter (these were even younger maybe even just six weeks old). I asked if I could take two of them home with me but the farmer told me that they were £50 each. Grrr!! The mother was feral and not tame.
I didn't think twice and I gave the farmer my number and told him to phone me a week on Tuesday (when I'll have money) and I told him I'd come and collect two.
Good heavens what have I done, I've already got three !! mm perhaps this is what it is to be an ailurophile
I can't bare the thought of those babys being out in the cold tonight. Sleeping under that dirty old tracter when they could be sharing a bed with me and my three. At least its August and not winter. The farmer did seem to care about them only in some thing of an uninformed way... he was giving them fresh water and food..
I can afford five but five would be my complete and utter limit more than five and I'd begin to go without (not good though I don't mind the odd sacrifice)! I just don't want to sit back and leave them there when I know there is space and love here for them...
Oh my goodness five - I think my family would disown me lol they already say I've got too many with three
I was immediatly concerned for them. The farmer also showed me another litter of feral kittens sleeping under a tracter (these were even younger maybe even just six weeks old). I asked if I could take two of them home with me but the farmer told me that they were £50 each. Grrr!! The mother was feral and not tame.
I didn't think twice and I gave the farmer my number and told him to phone me a week on Tuesday (when I'll have money) and I told him I'd come and collect two.
Good heavens what have I done, I've already got three !! mm perhaps this is what it is to be an ailurophile
I can't bare the thought of those babys being out in the cold tonight. Sleeping under that dirty old tracter when they could be sharing a bed with me and my three. At least its August and not winter. The farmer did seem to care about them only in some thing of an uninformed way... he was giving them fresh water and food..
I can afford five but five would be my complete and utter limit more than five and I'd begin to go without (not good though I don't mind the odd sacrifice)! I just don't want to sit back and leave them there when I know there is space and love here for them...