Oh, Dear

There are kittens in my garage. Unweaned kittens. Blind kittens. At least two of them.

They're crying.

Thinking back, I believe I surprised mamma cat in the garage a time or two, but didn't realize what she was doing there. Now I know.

They're crying.

I'm considering trying to feed them, but what they really need is mamma - and each time I go out there, I probably delay her return.

I don't know what to do. I don't know how much time I have to make up my mind, either.

Later: I called the Humane Society and got no answer. My vet told me that it's very unusual for the mother cat to leave its kittens like this. The kittens would need to be bottle-fed about every two hours, and there's no way I can do that. I have to leave for work soon.

If the mother doesn't come back, the kittens are going to die. There's nothing I can do.

Dammit.

She Came Back

When I got home this evening, I went out to check on the kittens. One of them is coal-black, and looked pretty weak this morning; I found it some distance from the nest. I touched it, trying to see if it was still alive, and it twitched and started mewing. Just then mamma cat went streaking past me and out the doggie door. I checked on the other one, the tabby, and it seemed in reasonable fettle.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed.