I Am NOT a Shelter

But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up
a few little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat book at
the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*). Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several
years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small
plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed
to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and
pee. Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV
show "Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and
more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing
cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for now). They
look to be about three months old, maybe. They appear to still have
their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than that. They are
drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err
-- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra was dying and I was
having trouble getting him to eat. Right now, they are both curled up
asleep in the litterbox. I have *got* to get them to figure out what
that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have
the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

On Sun, 25 Sep 2005 19:53:16 GMT, yodeled:

But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up
a few little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat book at
the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*). Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several
years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small
plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed
to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and
pee. Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV
show "Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and
more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing
cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for now). They
look to be about three months old, maybe. They appear to still have
their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than that. They are
drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err
-- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra was dying and I was
having trouble getting him to eat. Right now, they are both curled up
asleep in the litterbox. I have *got* to get them to figure out what
that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have
the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT


Oh Ginger-lyn. It's all the good deeds you've done in the past. They
don't go unpunished, you know.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Make Levees, Not War

The bright side of it is, the kittens are now in better care.

And you got a nice big carrier out of it, too boot

wrote:
But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up
a few little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat book at
the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*). Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several
years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small
plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed
to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and
pee. Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV
show "Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and
more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing
cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for now). They
look to be about three months old, maybe. They appear to still have
their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than that. They are
drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err
-- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra was dying and I was
having trouble getting him to eat. Right now, they are both curled up
asleep in the litterbox. I have *got* to get them to figure out what
that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have
the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

On Sun 25 Sep 2005 03:53:16p, wrote in rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
):

[...]
I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the
rest of their long, happy, healthy lives.

People suck. I hope the shelter takes them in GL. Thank you for
taking them in until you can find something that works out.

--
Cheryl

On Sun, 25 Sep 2005 19:53:16 +0000, glsummer wrote:

But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday. He was
gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in pain (I fell
down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having tremendous pain in
my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the things
we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up a few
little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat book at the
grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens on
somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't even
think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*). Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several years
ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can take
care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And they
seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small plastic
trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed to sleep and
play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and pee. Great, they're
not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I have
no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV show
"Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and more
wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing cats! I'm
just calling them "he" to make it simple for now). They look to be about
three months old, maybe. They appear to still have their milk teeth, so
they're definitely not older than that. They are drinking water out of a
dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err -- Feast, that I had left
over from when Sabra was dying and I was having trouble getting him to
eat. Right now, they are both curled up asleep in the litterbox. I have
*got* to get them to figure out what that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have the
conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and decided to
cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some people just make
me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If not, I
have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by wonderful
folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest of their long,
happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

Old saying: "If you name them and feed them, they are yours". They will
keep you out of mischief. Congratulations. MLB

People suck. Hissspits be upon them.

But in the mean time, may the terrible two, with their cuteness, adorability
and hoolikitten antics take your mind off the pain and give you good reason
to smile again.

You deserve it.

And may they both find a most Excellent foreverhome.

Yowie

wrote in message
...
But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up
a few little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat book at
the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*). Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several
years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small
plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed
to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and
pee. Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV
show "Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and
more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing
cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for now). They
look to be about three months old, maybe. They appear to still have
their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than that. They are
drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err
-- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra was dying and I was
having trouble getting him to eat. Right now, they are both curled up
asleep in the litterbox. I have *got* to get them to figure out what
that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have
the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

On 2005-09-25 14:53:16 -0500, said:

But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up
a few little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat book at
the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*). Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several
years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small
plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed
to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and
pee. Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV
show "Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and
more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing
cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for now). They
look to be about three months old, maybe. They appear to still have
their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than that. They are
drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err
-- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra was dying and I was
having trouble getting him to eat. Right now, they are both curled up
asleep in the litterbox. I have *got* to get them to figure out what
that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have
the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

Well, it's odd they were in a carrier. And they *could* have been
dumped in the street. I know it's hard. But there is a reason for
everything, right? Love the names!

wrote:
But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.
snip

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

Purrs that the kittens get adopted. It's a strange coincidence that I read
your post right after watching a recording of 'LOST'
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
A House is not a home, without a cat.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

I'm so very sorry to hear about you falling, Ginger-lyn. I really hope Cat
Welfare can take the kittens who hopefully will find good homes.
Lots of healing purrs for you, Ginger-lyn, and best wishes for the kittens
to find their onetruehome(s),
--
Polonca & Soncek

wrote in message
...
But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up
a few little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat book at
the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*). Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several
years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small
plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed
to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and
pee. Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV
show "Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and
more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing
cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for now). They
look to be about three months old, maybe. They appear to still have
their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than that. They are
drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err
-- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra was dying and I was
having trouble getting him to eat. Right now, they are both curled up
asleep in the litterbox. I have *got* to get them to figure out what
that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have
the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

Home Pages:
http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm (genealogy)
http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence Against
Animals in Movies Website)

Magic Mood Jeep© wrote:
The bright side of it is, the kittens are now in better care.

And you got a nice big carrier out of it, too boot

That's a good, positive attitude to have! I vote for this one!

Purrs, GL, that the kittens find a good forever home.

Jill

wrote:
But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour. I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed! So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked
up a few little things for himself and for me. And he got a cat
book at the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone! You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch! What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she
knows from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*).
Unfortunately, the neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane
Society on several years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens. Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what. And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a
small plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a
nice bed to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to
poop and pee. Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full. And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course. One is orange and white,
the other mostly black with a white bib and some other white. I'm
calling them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on
the TV show "Lost" (my current favorite). Sheppard is shyer than
Locke, and more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible
at sexing cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for
now). They look to be about three months old, maybe. They appear
to still have their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than
that. They are drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some
Fancy Feces -- err -- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra
was dying and I was having trouble getting him to eat. Right now,
they are both curled up asleep in the litterbox. I have *got* to
get them to figure out what that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't
have the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it. Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of). If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

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http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb....mmer/index.htm
(genealogy) http://www.movieanimals.bravehost.com/ (The Violence
Against Animals in Movies Website)