No really, I CLEARLY communicate with animals on some level. To the point where they feel the need to adopt me and/or bring me their young. Flash back to almost 2 weeks ago. I am in my yard and my dogs are going nuts. I find a litter of kittens, momma and an older sibling wedged in an area between my yard and my neighbors. 3 little squeaking balls of fur (oh freaking fantastic). Well I ignored them because 1. they are really tiny and need their momma and 2. she was hissing something awful and I like my fingers attached. So for the last couple weeks, I check and make sure they are still alive and momma is taking care of them. Which usually gets me hissed at but whatever.
Now jump ahead to today. I am about to go to the grocery, I noticed momma cat lingering under my car. Hmmm she hangs out around here but that's odd. Then I swore I heard a noise. . . like a squeak. Oh hell no, what the hell you little feline whore. I popped the hood and sure enough, there are 3 little balls of fur, IN MY CAR! My new vehicle has a road guard underneath and momma has placed all three little bundles of joy just under the engine, on the road guard. OK, now I am freaking out. I can't start the car, what do I do!? Thank God I have the boniest arms of anyone I know. My anorexic looking arms fit just far enough in to pluck each little one out. Holy crap did they squeal and cry. Momma was at my feet having a fit but I fussed her and contemplated what to do now. Why did she give me her babies?! Its Sunday, the shelter is closed, my vet wont take strays and like hell I am keeping 3 teeny tiny kittens that need to be fed every 2 hours by bottle in my house. So I did the only thing I could do. . . I brought the tiny invaders back to the crevice in my yard and hoped momma would take care of them.
She did. I checked an hour later and she was back in the hole feeding them and hissing at me. Let's just hope she keeps them.
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