Saturday, September 5, 2009
I'm just a big softie, apparently. The little neighborhood tramp who's been unofficially adopted by my daughters had herself a couple of kittens. She's since been displaced from her cozy little den in the bushes in front of the neighbor's house, thanks to some poorly timed landscaping work. So, of course, the little family is now residing in the bushes in front of my house instead. The neighbor boys were wandering around with them in a box, not knowing what to do with them, and I said, "Go ahead and put them there (by my house)." Now of course, they not only have their own little home, I also couldn't resist putting out food and water for them. The mama's a skinny, tiny little thing, and since she's got to feed her babies, I just had to do it. She's spending more time in the box with the babies feeding them (they're quite the little butterballs now) and far less time out hunting for mice in the field. How bad did I get? I was feeding her the regular cat food kibble we give our own cat, but when I went out to buy more cat food today, I bought a few cans of the soft stuff for her. I'm pathetic. Btw, OUR cat was neutered right after we got him, so no, he's not the daddy.