The rescue called me last night. A woman had shown up at the adoption center right before closing (it's ALWAYS right before closing when this stuff happens) with a box of young kittens whose mother had just been hit by a car and killed. Could the rescue help?
None of the bottle-feeding foster homes were available, and the rescue was not able to reach the only other foster home they have with nursing kittens of a similar age. Could we try putting them in with Rosalita's litter for now? In a highly technical procedure that Robyn at Love and Hisses refers to as, "MEET YER NEW FRIENDS", introductions were made.
Mama seems a little perplexed but has accepted the new crew. The rescue is working this morning to try and find either someone to bottle-feed the four newbies or another nursing mamacat to help lighten the load, because it seems a bit much to ask Rosalita to nurse NINE babies, but for now, all is well.
Rescue, man. The only thing that stays the same is that things are constantly changing. Ha.