Oh no. Kitten advice? Please?

[Cain]

Oh.  You believe that, huh?

Remember, this is Florida we're talking about.

In Florida they turn them into mittens without killing them first.

Yeah, think about that for a while.

[Captain Utopia]

Oh.  You believe that, huh?

Remember, this is Florida we're talking about.

In Florida they turn them into mittens without killing them first.

Yeah, think about that for a while.

In Florida they get bitten by kitten mittens?

[fomenter]

I'm not really worried about finding them homes so much as I'm worried about the mother outside looking for her children.
But I know if I leave them outside the hawks (and yes owls) will get them.

don't deprive the poor starving owls where is your compassion?? 

[Jenne]

The no-kill shelters are still better than ASPCA, just saying.  Unless Squid wants the burden of getting rid of them herself (homes, hawks, owls), then no-kill is probably the best solution, really.  That's how we got our dog--a no-kill rescue society who gets mutts South of the border.  It's $$$ to adopt them, and that's how they make ends meet.

[AFK]

WWBBD?

[Chairman Risus]

WWBBD?

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

 



I would let her in but I don't think I can catch her. Then I'd have another cat poomping in my garage.
POOMPING. In my GARAGE.

Ugh.
Why did they choose my house?

[fomenter]

WWBBD?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Don't put them out, they'll die. So she'll be happy she got them back for about a day, and then they'll be dead and she'll be sad. For a day, and then she'll forget about them, which is what will happen once you put them somewhere she can't hear them.

Call the shelter and see if they have a live trap you can rent or borrow. Then you can catch mama and take her to the shelter along with kitties. She will probably end up being put down, but then she won't be out there breeding. Or you could do what my dad does, which is has them spayed and then releases them.

Alternately, you could start feeding her and see if you can gain her confidence.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Don't put them out, they'll die. So she'll be happy she got them back for about a day, and then they'll be dead and she'll be sad. For a day, and then she'll forget about them, which is what will happen once you put them somewhere she can't hear them.

Call the shelter and see if they have a live trap you can rent or borrow. Then you can catch mama and take her to the shelter along with kitties. She will probably end up being put down, but then she won't be out there breeding. Or you could do what my dad does, which is has them spayed and then releases them.

Alternately, you could start feeding her and see if you can gain her confidence.

THIS is a good idea....

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Oh.  You believe that, huh?

Remember, this is Florida we're talking about.

Florida?  They probably use the little bastards for chum.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Oh.  You believe that, huh?

Remember, this is Florida we're talking about.

In Florida they turn them into mittens without killing them first.

Yeah, think about that for a while.

I believe I remember seeing Kathryn Harris with her hands jammed up the asses of small cats once, as some sort of weird fashion statement.  She was using them as hand puppets.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Ew.  You know, sometimes I worry myself.  My head is like a birdcage, and it has not been cleaned.  Every once in a while, something truly sick flops out between the bars, and I have to pretend nothing happened, while everyone else crowds to the other end of the bus.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

Ew.  You know, sometimes I worry myself.  My head is like a birdcage, and it has not been cleaned.  Every once in a while, something truly sick flops out between the bars, and I have to pretend nothing happened, while everyone else crowds to the other end of the bus.

[Cain]

Ew.  You know, sometimes I worry myself.  My head is like a birdcage, and it has not been cleaned.  Every once in a while, something truly sick flops out between the bars, and I have to pretend nothing happened, while everyone else crowds to the other end of the bus.

To be fair, that was pretty much the image I was trying to invoke, Kathyrn Harris aside.