Then someone leaves a box of kittens along the six-lane that runs between Camden and the seashore.
And I take them in.
Being a kitten foster is time-consuming, messy, and demanding. But it would take a far, far harder-hearted person than me to turn her back on any creature left so close to roaring traffic.
Therefore, give a warm, wonderful, Gods Are Bored welcome to Asbury, Brielle, and Neptune!.
Given that one foster kitten is much like another, here's a close approximation of the situation at hand. This is a batch from yesteryear whose names I have completely forgotten.
6 comments:
We're definitely of one mind on this one! Of course you could NOT have just left them or dumped them at a shelter, no way!! I've lost track of the number of kittens we've brought in. Once you see babies in distress, you're hooked. Been there, and I've got the same t-shirt and the toaster to prove it as you do. ;-)
May all the gods, Bored and Otherwise, bless you for your love and kindness. ::hugs::
Oh my word! You are a good soul. I just don't understand how someone could leave defenseless animals near a road like that! Grrr...
blessings
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The Goddess Asphalta kept them safe on the highway until the Goddess Bast could guide you there to rescue them.
you make the Goddess very proud.
Those who rescue animals are truly doing the Gods' work. May your kindness return to you manifold.
The way I kept track was to work my way through the alphabet. A batch, B batch etc. Usually named for God/Goddess. Those Witches God's and Goddess book's by the Farrar's came in handy. :)
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