Sigh.  What is wrong with people?

I get a call last night from a friend.  Someone has dumped, in a box
(with the lid folded over, so at least I suppose there was *some* air
available) two kittens on his daughter and her husband's property.
Unfortunately, hubby's an a**, and his idea is to drown them.  Wife
talks him out of this (supposedly), but then his other option is to
toss them out a car window into a field.  Can you hear me screaming
yet?  Hubby is a world-class jerk -- would-be KKKer type, even.  I
would like to personally slap him (not to mention whoever dumped them
in the first place).

We have NO space.  Our roof has been leaking, and things are still out
of the closets all over the "Kitty Rescue Room".  But what am I going
to do?  Let the cats either directly be killed, or likely be killed
slowly outside in the cold/by predators/whatever?

So we have two kittens upstairs in the KRR.  I got some stuff out of
the way, but it's still a mess.  One is mostly grey, with a bobbed
tail -- don't know if he's a Manx, or just had a tail injury.  The
other is skinnier, a white on front with black and grey markings on
the rest of him.  Both boys, so far as I can tell .  The skinnier one
is much more skittish, but has come up to me a few times and let me
pet him.  Bobtail is obviously the leader, showing no fear and chowing
into the food dish first.

Now I have to find a place for them, and having gone through this
before, I know it is bleak, bleak, bleak.  Sigh.  They can't be very
happy in their cramped quarters, but at least it's better than being
dead or injured in a field somewhere :-(

Purrs welcome that I come up with a solution to get these babies into
a shelter or rescue group soon!

Thank you.

Ginger-lyn