|Wylie in my "IN" basket|
Later on in the afternoon when our parking lot had quieted down, I decided to do a little investigating myself. I headed out toward the bushes and started my Moma Cat Call - a sound only those of us who "speak the language" have perfected - and sure enough as I rounded the corner two little heads popped up looking for the source of the cat call. Except what they saw (me) and what they expected (another cat) came as quite a surprise so they ducked back into the safety of some large dog igloos that we had stored behind our offices. It took me a few minutes, but I finally plucked each fuzzy little darling inside to safety.
|Empty box waiting in front of our door|
|Lane helping me at my desk|
NOTE: Forgotten Felines does not normally take into our adoption program any cats or kittens left on our doorstep. Instead, we prefer people to phone us so we can assist them in a way that is responsible and SAFE for everyone. Had we not come into the office that Saturday morning, who knows what might have happened to these darling kittens.
Meow for now,