Ahhh ... to blog.
Most certainly a bright end to a dark winter - the birth of the Britty Kitties.
Feral Momma found her way into our shop workroom when it was brutally cold outside. Phantom.
I started leaving food for her and she stayed. Usually what I saw was her shadow, and sometimes her face. She waited every day and eventually passed close to me on her way to a freshly filled bowl. She never used the litter pan.
They were born on St.Patrick's day - 4 loud little brats - in a crude "nest" she arranged in an antique cabinet. We outfitted a large dog crate with a rug and blanket and covered it a bit to make it warm. We moved them there on the their third day of life. Overnight they had doubled in size. Momma joined them and never wanders from them.
Now she uses the litter pan.
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