Just as I hit my stride today, masterfully balancing housework & editing, my husband walked in the door with five of these adorable little guys. Sadly, they appear to be abandoned; he ran across them last night, and when he checked on them today they were no better off. Scattered around a very hot sidewalk in Central Florida, and a day promising temps in the 90′s, he knew he really had no choice but to rescue them. At about 48 hours old, they were likely to end up dead from heat or a meal for one of the many creatures that inhabit the area where we currently stay.

Unfortunately, it’s Sunday and there isn’t anyone around to bring them to. After a call to my mother-in-law, some checking online, and a trip to the store for a kitten bottle & kitten formula (yup, they make that), all five are happily cat-napping away in their makeshift home at the moment. I’m seriously hoping the local shelter will take them and continue to nurture them to the appropriate adoption age, I’d hate to think of anything bad happening to them.

Needless to say, my productivity dropped to zero after the arrival of the kittens. On the other hand, my dog Bitey, who had spent the better part of the day holding the couch down, leaped into action. She’s been pacing around the kittens bed, sniffing them, watching them…she seems a little confused, but still guards, which I think is sweet. The confusion must be due – in part – to the fact that Bitey is quite fond of chasing grown cats. These guys are defenseless and so very tiny, and they don’t run away at the sight of her!

It’s a darned good thing we are on the road, it would be hard for Justin to take them from me if he had found them when we were home.