There is something of a cute overload around here at the moment...
Two days ago Mum found some kittens sunbathing on a cow pat, we left them where they were presuming and hoping that the Mum would come back to them, and get them back in the den, which is where they should have been. Twenty Four hours later it was pretty obvious their Mum wasn't coming back, and that the kittens were now cold, and very hungry.
So in to the house they came. Luckily I had a spare extra large cardboard box from Paul at Classic Carders, and we had some very yummy beef brisket gravy left over from the Sunday roast. They also got to use my hot water bottle, though removing the handspun, hand knitting wool cover was definitely a wise idea!
The photos I have are all dreaful, because once they warmed up, and had full bellies they didn't want to keep still!
The evening was spent wrangling kittens while they alternated exploring with eating and sleeping, not conducive to knitting or spinning!
They're now with Freshfields Animal Rescue, as they need far more care than I can give them. They're still too young to have lost their Mum, and one in particular is in need of quite a bit of nursing, as it still wasn't eating by itself. I'm sure they will make great pets in a few weeks for someone who wants cats in their life.
I'd always thought that my cat dreams were over because of Gwen, she hates cats, and will try and chase any we see while out walking, however watching her interact with the kittens yesterday morning was really sweet. She's a very motherly dog, and was worrying about the kittens just like she does with the chickens...
Maybe once busy show season is over it can be an idea to be revisited...