9.17.16 Fed and watered and loved

     Around 1996, there was a farm in a town a bit over from us with many hungry infected feral cats. So I'd cook up food and out herbs for infection and strength in it, bring some fresh water, and over we'd go to see them every other day.
     I learned that we could grab the kittens at around 5 weeks, that 6 weeks ( or the preferred 8) was too late. So when the tinier ones would toddle out to us, I'd grab them, raise them and find them homes. 
     There were these three we grabbed. When we brought them home, my daughter's cat Sasha ( fixed) took each one by the scruff of the neck upstairs , mrrowing, to a sleeping baton the floor, where she tunneled in with them, nursed them ( no milk) and hissed when we went near.
    So she raised them and we fed and watered them and found them homes. So beautiful.