Tonight was the first night we held the speckled kitten without gloves. If I'm not mistaken, I could even hear a purr. She was calm, a little wriggly, as kittens often are.
This blog chronicles the adventures and shenanigans that ensue when three feral kittens and one feral cat unexpectedly find their way into your life.
(Please, folks, spay or neuter your pets.)
Tonight was the first night we held the speckled kitten without gloves. If I'm not mistaken, I could even hear a purr. She was calm, a little wriggly, as kittens often are.
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