I went into the feed room and was surprised to see a second little fuzz ball also playing stowaway. They were very feral. In fact, one of the little dudes even hissed at me when I tried to get a better look. Tiny tiger, tough as nails!
Handy Man has a strict No More Heartbeats rule for the home front. That applies to both four and two legged animals of all kinds.
We decided to keep the stowaways a secret to see if they would even stick around or not.
Well, that lasted about 4 hours before my Brown Eyed Girl came galloping into the kitchen to excitedly exclaim there there was a baby kitten in the barn!
"Come quick Mommy! You have to see this!"
"Honey, those two kittens are very wild. I want you to stay away from them. Please don't try to pet them, they might bite."
"TWO KITTENS?? There are TWO KITTENS?? Ohhhhhhh MMaawwwMEEEE! Can we keep them?"
You would have thought she said the house was on fire! I have never seen Handy Man's Sunday-golf trance broken so quickly in all my life! "What? Kitten? Two Kittens? In the barn? You knew about this?"
Mehhhh
Perhaps.....
A quick shrug of my shoulders. A sly and snarky smirk. I turned on my heels and followed the joyous kitten parade out to the barn. We tip-toed up to the barn door and there it was. One very tiny black fuzz ball.
We decided that the least we could do on this very hot day was be hospitable and offer the little guys something to drink. The water helped coax the other reluctant kitten out of hiding.
My Brown Eyed Girl and Mr Blue Eyes were mesmerized. What they wouldn't give to hold one of the kittens.
I am not a fan of fleas, rabies or difficult-to-treat bacterial infections from cat bites, soooo we just looked with our eyes.
The kids were a little sad not to see them the next morning.
Handy Man was relieved.
I was somewhere in between.
Good luck little guys!
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