...and I'm keeping them.
Rescued from a state park in Wisconsin. We were at our annual astronomy club campout this past week and momma kept coming into the camp begging for food and attention. Later in the week she led one of our guests back to a brushpile where she was denning up with the three babies. The rangers said we were welcome to take them home - I'm guessing that the last thing they need is a population of feral kitties. Mom was very friendly and didn't mind me reaching in for her babies. We gave her some softened dog food and she gobbled it up like there was no tomorrow.
She is now resting comfortably in her new home.
Rescued from a state park in Wisconsin. We were at our annual astronomy club campout this past week and momma kept coming into the camp begging for food and attention. Later in the week she led one of our guests back to a brushpile where she was denning up with the three babies. The rangers said we were welcome to take them home - I'm guessing that the last thing they need is a population of feral kitties. Mom was very friendly and didn't mind me reaching in for her babies. We gave her some softened dog food and she gobbled it up like there was no tomorrow.
She is now resting comfortably in her new home.
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Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
--John Milton