But apparently someone in the neighborhood thinks I am.

DH went out to pick up a few things at the grocery store yesterday.
He was gone maybe 1/2 hour.  I was laying on the couch, screaming in
pain (I fell down on Tuesday, and twisted as I did, and I am having
tremendous pain in my ribs that feels like they are bruised).

DH got home, and was frustrated because the store had none of the
things we needed!  So he stopped at a yard sale instead, and picked up
a few little things for himself and for me.  And he got a cat book at
the grocery store (go figure).

And then he told me what was on the porch.

A medium-sized dog carrier, with two little kittens inside.

I am about ready to strangle someone!  You don't just *dump* kittens
on somebody else's porch!  What a complete, utter -- grrrrr, I can't
even think of a word or phrase bad enough for this woman.

A neighbor claims she saw a woman do it, and it isn't anyone she knows
from the neighborhood (and she knows *everybody*).  Unfortunately, the
neighbor is the same one I had to call the Humane Society on several
years ago, so her veracity is in doubt.

I can barely take care of my own cats, and some idiot thinks I can
take care of a couple of kittens.  Yeah, right.

They are covered with fleas, need deworming, and who knows what.  And
they seem to think my homemade litterbox (a cardboard box with a small
plastic trash bag around it and litter on top of that) is a nice bed
to sleep and play in, and the carrier is a great place to poop and
pee.  Great, they're not litter-box trained.

I will call Cat Welfare Monday and see if they will take them, but
sometimes they are completely full.  And if they can't take them, I
have no idea what to do.

They are absolutely adorable, of course.  One is orange and white, the
other mostly black with a white bib and some other white.  I'm calling
them "Locke" and "Sheppard" after the two main characters on the TV
show "Lost" (my current favorite).  Sheppard is shyer than Locke, and
more wriggly when you try to hold him (? -- I am terrible at sexing
cats! I'm just calling them "he" to make it simple for now).  They
look to be about three months old, maybe.  They appear to still have
their milk teeth, so they're definitely not older than that.  They are
drinking water out of a dish fine, and eating some Fancy Feces -- err
-- Feast, that I had left over from when Sabra was dying and I was
having trouble getting him to eat.  Right now, they are both curled up
asleep in the litterbox.  I have *got* to get them to figure out what
that's *for*!

So, because some jerk didn't spay/neuter, got kittens, and didn't have
the conscience to find homes for these kittens on their own, and
decided to cowardly dump them on me, I have to deal with it.  Some
people just make me want to spit.

I just hope the shelter will take them, since they are very young and
highly adoptable (once the litterbox problem is taken care of).  If
not, I have no idea what I am going to do.

Thanks so much, you #$$%^&*&*()()!#%&(.

I just hope I can get them in, and that they will get adopted by
wonderful folks like you guys, who will love and pamper them the rest
of their long, happy, healthy lives.

Ginger-lyn
Cat Shelter -- NOT

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