Today my sister and I found out that the front door was left open at my Dad’s house. Thus the kittens have either ran away or escaped. It’s really sad and I feel really bad for my sister.
My brother, my brother’s friend, and my father have been trying to catch them. I wish my sister wasn’t here in Indiana because she’d be able to get the cats home. I feel very bad for her and I feel completely discouraged about the whole damn thing! I hope we get some good news tomorrow, but my magic 8 Ball says, “Outlook not so good.”
Just received a call that one of the cats has returned from his adventurous day outdoors, we’ll see if the other follows…
This is just one big episode of failure for me because I spent a lot of time catching wild kittens. I was trying to save them from the outdoors because they were just 6 week old kittens and it was raining. Now I’ve learned that I don’t wanna try any of this ever again! I get too emotional and I care too much.
My new motta is to turn a blind eye and stop giving
