The kittens are not missing, but I’m missing the kittens. Last week we finally got the call to take them to the Mt. Shasta Humane Society, a no-kill shelter. They were on the waiting list there since last November when they turned 6 weeks old, and now they’re nearly 4 months old… and in that time I managed to get very attached!
We got these kittens as a gift from a stray cat who decided to live under our house. They were born under our back porch. Later they moved into our cabin and took over the back bedroom, which is normally just a storage room.
Of course we named them. The black kitten was Darth, until we found out she was the only female, and then I started calling her Dartha. The other long-haired fluffy one was called Red. Dartha and Red liked to cuddle up together.
The white cat was named Caspar and the tan tabby was Shasta. He was the leader of the bunch… a very intelligent and expressive kitten.
I really wanted to keep them, but realistically, I can’t. They will be much better off elsewhere. We already have three other cats. Well, one, really, and two outdoor strays we’re feeding.
There never seems to be a lack of needy cats in the world.
I’m grateful for the help of the people at the Mt. Shasta Humane Society – they will neuter the kittens, give them their shots, and find good adoptive families for them. I feel that people who have to pay a bit for their cats will take better care of them, which is a main reason I didn’t try to give them away locally. There are already too many cats in this town running around un-neutered, having more kittens, and crossing the roads in front of cars.