In October, I opened up the front door to find three tiny kittens on the doorstep - seriously, sitting right on the front porch. We're not sure, but we did hear a cat scream the night before, so we are pretty sure their mama was killed by a coyote who came up from the wash. "We" (aka Patrick) were only able to catch two of them at first. A few days later, he was finally able to catch the third one after setting up a variety of traps. I named them Bubba (the one with the white), Willlingham (changed to Wilbur when our friend adopted him), and Newman (the third one). Bubba, because that is the one Adam chose to be his temporary namesake, was the most playful and the biggest eater. Willingham was named such because he is a pretty boy. Newman was named such because he was the "New Man" of the bunch (and he was kinda a dud, like the Seinfeld character).
The first two kittens . . . still pretty freaked out
All three with their rescuer
Willingham (aka Wilbur) goofing around
Bubba and Willingham (aka Wilbur)
Fluff Ball
Dinner Time!
Below is the MAIN reason (among a few others!) that keeping the kittens was NOT an option. Hank and Dagny did this (staring, not moving, just staring) for a week straight. They didn't sleep, they just stared.
One of the three was adopted by a friend. The other two we took to a shelter. It is good we held on to them for a while, however, because the shelter said that they were only just big and healthy enough to be adopted. We called for an update, and they were both adopted within a week!The sound is Patrick sneezing. The kitten that doesn't care is Bubba . . .
