Kittens on our front porch

The title really says it all.  My Tica roommate Ariana (a self-acknowledged hippie) saw a young pregnant street cat and decided to give it a safe place to have her litter.  She put out some food for the fat little cat, made a nest of the sorts out of cardboard boxes and ripped newspaper, and made sure her own cat (a male cat that looks more like a small tiger) was kept out of the area.  Less than a week after Ariana started showing this cat kindness, we had five little kittens calling from the garage.

I'm not a fan of cats, and I really don't like large pets in general (save Ernie, my awesome dog from college).  Still, I have to admit that this little kittens are growing on me.  It's fun to lay out in the hammock and watch them crawl around.  They can't see yet--something to do with their eyes not being able to open--so they stumble around and use smell (poorly) to find their mom.  She seems pretty bewildered; Ariana says the mother is still pretty young herself, but she's figuring it out.

I don't envy the young mother, but it'll be fun to have kittens crawling around our garage for the next few weeks.  We've already found a vet that will neuter the mother and give away the kittens.

Here are some photos of the rascals on their first day:

(the match stick and shoe for size-comparison was entirely accidental)

Don't you feel all warm and fuzzy?

Pura Vida,

-Z