It had to happen. Oh, the horror. I can feel the pull, the itch, worse than a fever since Advil won't make it go away. One of my neighbors found a batch of kittens behind my building. (Yes, you may all GROAN now: Don't do it! You've got 3! Be strong!)She managed to catch one and bring it to the vet. It's very sick. Another kitten didn't make it, since a teenage boy beat it with a bat. There were maggots living in it and it was put down Tuesday night, I heard. Nice kid, huh? Gimme a goddamn bat and tell me where this bastard lives. They'll need dental records to identify him.
Now, two babies and the daddy are back there. Mommy got hit by a car backing out of the adjacent driveway. So much for nine lives, these poor things.
There's a fat orange tabby, maybe 4 weeks old, that looked me straight in the eye. If I can catch him, I'm naming him Rupert. My neighbor told me they're all male, but they managed to squirm away, which is why she only caught one.
Halle Berry? Puhhlease! I am Catwoman.
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