I'm so glad I put on a raincoat and took a tour, looking for kittens [View all]
I knew there were kittens in the shelter and that I had seen Tudor was with his mom.
First I found Rhys. He just doesn't want to stay in the shelter, preferring to hunker down beneath a shrub. Sorry. He's got to come inside.
Then I heard that same distressed meowing that I heard Monday morning. I looked everywhere there wasn't a shelter and saw nothing. When I came back around to the deck area, I saw Tudor, again soaked to the bone, but at least moving and meowing. Well, more like screaming. Maybe for me. His mom was in the shelter, making no move to bring him back inside. I scooped him up, suffering some rather vulgar (I suspect) verbal abuse and a near miss claw slash from the mom. I didn't care. I have no doubts that Tudor might have some lingering issues from his near death experience. He seems strong enough but why the hell does his mom keep booting him out!
I patted him dry and gave him such snuggles. Now he's in the pay pen with Rhys and I'm going to heat up a little goat milk to mix with some pate. I'll probably move my laptop to the porch and bring a blanket. It's rather chilly out there.
Being a Kitten Charmer is hard work but the rewards make it worth it.