This is the problem with girls who have big hearts and love cute things….Suzie ran home one night, “Come quick girls!” We ran down the driveway, to discover something…or rather 4 little somethings who were very noisy. That’s the moment I finally learned the word “chaton” = kitten. They had been wandering around on our rather busy street, curled up behind speed bumps, just a car accident waiting to happen. Despite all attempts to leave them for their mother to find them, we left them in a box, hoping somehow the mother would show. The next morning as I walked down to the bakery, there they were, huddled up in the cardboard box, snoozing away.
So allez-oup, we went into operation kitten rescue. Little did we know that no animal society would take them yet (they’re too young), and that we would end up heading to the vet to buy cat milk, and laugh at the silly bottle feeding method, and of course, watch our hearts break as we named them (of course!) and learned their personalities. Of course we can’t keep them, we’re leaving in 6 months! But for the moment they sure are absolutely adorable.
