Now We Are Three

I wondered how many kittens Lily'd had.

At first, I thought there was the fuzzy peach one (Dwayne Allman? Greg? Bueller?) and the tabby one. I just saw #3, a tabby with a rusty streak down her back. She and her tabby brother both have white feet, so I think it's possible to fairly hang on them the surname of Busterson. And Bustersdottir.

Dwayne and T.B. have beautiful white stripes down their noses - like Sam! I have to admit, having seen Sam from the rear, there is no doubt in my mind that once upon a time, he was a player. But seriously? Within the past six months? Paternity remains an issue.

The real issue is grabbing them all and getting them dealt with. The kittens I can deal with fobbing them off on a local rescue group. No, I cannot foster them, I have two medically fragile cats that I'm already dealing with (Boris and Taylor).

If I manage to catch Buster, I think it's TNR (Trap, Neuter, Release) for him and yes, I will keep feeding him. I don't know about Lily.

But...if there is any salvaging Sam, I want to try.

Come on. He just sat back on the step and let the kittens eat half of his canned food. Dwayne discovered the bowl of kitten kibble. Dwayne, I think, is smart.

So. That's the cat situation outside.

The cat situation inside? My public awaits.