Cats

One afternoon after basketball practice we took one of the students back to his home. The boys got out of the car and immediately found two kittens in the yard. They were tiny little creatures, with crusty eyes due to infection and the other one had been thoroughly licked by the family's dog. Apparently it wasn't the first time somebody had thrown unwanted kittens over their fence and they didn't really care for them; the coatis would take care of them unless they'd die of dehydration during the night.

But I wanted to rescue them! I called a couple of friends trying to get a hold of the people who take rescue cats, but was unsuccessful. It was getting late and we had to go home, but I didn't want to leave the kittens. DH wasn't too happy about having the kittens in the car with no plans about their future. Luckily our neighbor finally said that I could bring them over for the night and she'd take them to a friend of hers the next morning.

We washed them, put some medicine in their eyes and gave them milk and food. The other one ate a lot, but the other one was exhausted after a few bites. The future didn't look too bright for that one.

To my relief they both survived the night and after first being named Laurel and Hardy they have now been re-named Ben and Jerry by the woman to whom our neighbor took the kittens. She already has nine cats and can't keep Ben and Jerry, but has a hard time giving them to anyone else!