Still hell

I spent a few hours last night sitting by the back door to the other house with the kittens in a box a few feet away, and only a few feet from where we found them. They cried quite a bit, but the only cat to show up is one we have always thought was a male... and he wasn't much interested in them.

We took them back in, tried feeding them about 3am and went to bed. about 6 am we woke back up. I agreed with Russ that we should contact the Humane Society and see if they can find people to take them in or a nursing cat. The Humane Society doesn't open until ten, so we went in and did another feeding. Everyone seemed to be doing okay.

Russ should have gone to work today, but he stuck around until ten to call.

And was told that since we live over the river in Nebraska they couldn't help.

I don't think I've ever been so angry at two different sets of poeple in my life.

Pretty (the mom cat who I think has kittens of her own) showed up at the window this morning. I opened it up and let her hear the kittens. She showed a lot of interest -- even jumped into the open window, but wouldn't come in. So I rushed them outside and sat them by the garage where she usually stays. It was cold and windy, so we only stayed about twenty minutes. She never came out at all.

So we've had two more feedings and cleanings. Two of them are not doing as well as the other two. I'm tired and stressed, and my poor cats are all really weirded out by this.

And I'm going to try and take a nap till about three or so.

Needless to say that I'm not getting hardly anything done.