I am intentional and careful about dogs. Cats, on the other hand, find me.
Like Karma — she found me at a gas station in Barstow, CA fourteen years ago next month.
This explains the two new residents in my walk-out basement. Trapped in Idaho and then saved from euthanasia by a local rescue, two older feral kittens have taken up residence downstairs to hopefully address the mouse issue caused by a certain former resident with hoarding issues.
The stuff is out but the mice remain hopeful.
Did I mention the kittens are feral?
Sparkle wonders if maybe moving this cat toy downstairs might help them feel at home…
She is such a kind dog, that Sparkle!
I am still working on names for the little spitfires — they are a brother and sister. The orange one is a girl and her brother is black, which helps him hide out better from the scary human clearly bent on performing kitten sacrifices (aka me) 🙄
No worries — I love a good project!
I hope you are having a wonderful, happy, hiss-free weekend ❤️