Friday, July 10, 2009
Well, with two kittens off at foster camp, you had to know it wouldn't be long before others moved in. These three little kittens--obviously home-raised, as they know their way around a house--were dumped at a dairy farm along a busy highway. In other words, someone decided to sign a death warrant for these little guys.
Two are male, and one female. For once, the numbers worked out to the advantage of the bank account.
They were hungry and dehydrated when they arrived. They knew what kitten chow was, and lapped water right up. Like I said, they obviously received attention growing up, but whomever had them couldn't be bothered to find homes for them, and dumped their problem on someone else instead.
Bear put up with abuse of his tail only so long before he sent this little guy packing.
I had them shut up in the great room last night when I picked them up. This evening I opened up the door, and they immediately laid claim to the house. They are friendly without being needy, playful without being overly aggressive, and litterbox trained. After they are FeLV/FIV tested, I'll ship them off to some sucker for two weeks. Then they'll be ready for homes.