We've three little toddler-age feral kittenz we're fostering.
MamaCat's dead, and one of their littermates was killed by a dog
and its bits strewn all over the front yard of the nice man who
found them. Three survived, and we're raising them up until they're
of an age to be adopted. We got them at three weeks of age,
starving, unweaned, and traumatized. There're two little
black-and-whites, one boy, one girl, and one little tabby girl. All
are now fat, sassy, and making quite a good recovery. They're now
completely weaned, which is a great relief, believe us.
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