So, we’ve had a kitten show up on our back porch. Little girl was starved, flea-infested, and terrified of everything that breathed. It’s been two weeks and she’s flea-free, a healthy weight, and now comfortable with me picking her up. But she’s been wary of the dogs, and I suspect for good reason. But my dogs are all old and patient, so I’m letting the feral kitten (named Lyssa for her rage) sit with the old dogs and get used to them.
Update: she’s sleepy and mad that she can’t unleash her fury when comfortable in the little cat stand we have.
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