It all started very innocently. I was off to return a library book to our local library. At the counter there was a gentleman with a box. Inside the box were two cats (yes, in the library)--a mother and one kitten. The mother was very thin, and it was apparent that she was still nursing. She had been giving all she had to that kitten, who in contrast seemed quite robust.

Those of you who have read my columns for sometime know that I have a soft spot for animals. We have two dogs and two cats, three of which were rescued from either shelters or the street.

While it was easy to fall in love with these two as of yet unnamed cats, I know I can’t take in any more animals. So how could I help these lovable creatures? The gentleman told me and the librarians at the desk that he couldn’t take them himself because he didn’t have his own place. Nor did he have a car to take them to a shelter. I have a van! That was it! I suggested that I could take them to a local humane society, and then continued to discuss various options with the librarians. Shortly after that, I turned around and the gentleman was gone, leaving me with the box of cats. Uh-oh.

Well, I ended up taking them to the humane society, but they couldn’t take them. The lady said they were completely filled up and had no cages to spare. Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

We’re still contemplating what to do with our new friends, but I was able to provide them with a temporary shelter in my garage, some food and fresh water, and for mom, a wipe down with some “flea-killing wipes.” In return, they have given me some ideas for this article.

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