I'm not sure how they got down there, maybe their mom was protecting them from the downpour...maybe she was hoping some sympathetic 13 year old would find them and adopt them.
or maybe she walked away for a few minutes and found them missing when she returned and panicked. Which is why these little guys had to go back out under the deck. They're still down there in a little heap...only this time they're in a Rubbermaid box with a towel to keep them dry.
Their mom should be assured, they're being well taken care of while she's away. A certain someone has been checking on them every hour or so.
They even had their first sip of cow's milk...
they prefer their mother's.
Hopefully she's coming back tonight to take care of them.
Emma is secretly hoping she's gone for good....
I'm praying for a swift return.
All of this kitten-stuff reminds me of my favorite childhood book,
The Three Little Kittens
I read it over and over...and yet...I'm still not a fan of cats.
but cats, no.
I'm staying strong...not giving in to the four pairs of baby blues that stared up at me. I'm blocking out the pleads of my daughter and her desire to rescue every stray animal who cries out for help.
Truly, I am...
but they are cute!
"Before a cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream."
"Are we really sure the purring is coming from the kitty
and not from our very own hearts?"