Those guys were on their way to a gassing shelter... so I agreed to take them. I asked the "owners" to wait a day or two before dropping them off until I knew what was going on w/Faust. Lo and behold, when I got home from the vet yesterday, they were sitting on my porch.
call2arms wrote:Life has a way of bringing you gifts at just the right time, doesn't it?
I guess I failed to see it that way when I found them on my porch, stuffed in a bag, and all alone. Especially since I had explained Fausts situation, and wasn't at all sure if kittens can get Parvo or not. I mean - who DOES that sort of irresponsible thing???
Christine, this winter we had someone in a dark trench drop a big bag in front of the clinic door and run away. It was a carrier with 2 6 month-old kittens in it, wrapped in a blanket and in a garbage bag. This was 15 minutes before we closed ona saturday - someone comes back at 6 to do treatments. What if we had been gone? The cats would have froze to death.
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