Foundlings

Today I found five kittens in a bag in the dumpster at work. An hour before the trash truck would come to haul away the garbage. If you read First Boy on the Moon, you know where my mind went. Well, the sorry asshole that left these babies to die picked the wrong dumpster because I brought them all home in a saddlebag and they will not die. I'm bottle feeding them. I put them to be about 5 weeks old. They show interest in solid food, but not eating it yet. I'll nurse them until they're on solid food then take them to the no-kill shelter or find homes for them. And maybe keep the little grey runt because she thinks we're best friends. When I found them this afternoon they were so hot and hungry and likely slowly suffocating. They've each had a bath, a bottle and they're pretty rambunctious. Momma Girl is grooming them and loving on them.

I'm calling them the Puff Squad.

And may misery follow the sonofabitch who dumped them.